Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

In the melodious music, men and women performed high-end and elegant dance steps one after another, with all kinds of gorgeous long skirts flying, accompanied by the giggles of women. This ball was extremely classy, ​​and the nobles from the imperial capital could easily overpower other provinces in terms of banquet arrangements.

"Huh~"

Even though Field had seen big scenes, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. After all, he had never participated in such a grand dance in his previous life.

As soon as he walked into the hall, a well-dressed valet immediately handed him a wine glass. After pouring the wine, he bowed respectfully and left.

"It seems that aesthetics and pleasure always advance faster than science."

Field held up his wine glass and looked around the sapphire-toned ball hall. The aristocrats from the big families were majestic. They were either beauties that attracted much attention, or handsome gentlemen. Well, of course, there were also freaks who were married to incest, and they needed round-the-clock care from servants.

People from minor aristocrats or those from poor areas will look a little different in terms of skin color and clothing, and it is easy to tell.

Finally, there are speculators who come in by buying tickets at high prices, usually businessmen. They spare no effort to promote their products despite the disgust or strange eyes of the nobles.

"Businessmen are so annoying, the fresh air has become pungent." A young lady with ordinary appearance but gorgeous clothes walked up to her, pretending to be careless, scanning Field with her eyes up and down, squinting her face, arrogantly citing scriptures and saying, " It is harder for a businessman to get to heaven than it is for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle.”

Nowadays, the status of merchants is far below that of nobles. It is normal to be disliked by others, but the person in front of him is just deliberately attracting his attention.

If I don't give face, negative news may spread tomorrow, such as that I am a transvestite or something. After all, not even beautiful noble ladies are interested.

"Yes, noble lady, can I ask you to dance a song?" Field offered his hand.

"Since you said so, then... no problem!"

The woman chuckled, pretending to think for a moment, and then gracefully handed over her hand. Field immediately smelled the strong smell of powder.

Field danced very clumsily. Although the original owner had learned it when he was a child, it was a pity that he had no chance to practice it, so he stepped on others' feet.

"I heard that your surname is Rose, such a romantic name, but you are so cute." The woman teased, and then took the initiative to close the distance. Field immediately saw a "hidden vertical line", and even the tiny hairs on it could be seen. Knowing that, she giggled, "Don't you rarely dance? The honor should be mine."

If he were an innocent little boy, he would probably have already fallen into the trap, blushing and fantasizing about how many children he would have in the future.

It's a pity that Field has been spoiled by Asheena and Rosalía, and is extremely resistant to appearance.

"Yes, my surname is Ross. Unfortunately, the territory is in the Northern Province, which is full of rotting corpses, smog and death."

Field told the truth without hesitation, and she could clearly feel the other party trembling with her hands. She was obviously frightened. Field watched the happiness on the other party's face disappear, and his eyes began to dodge.

Some people's dream of becoming a rich woman has been shattered.

The woman let go of her hand absentmindedly, lowered her head and straightened her skirt: "I'm tired and want to take a rest."

"Please."

"By the way, I will often rest there. If you want to chat with me or look at the stars, I will be happy too."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned and left.

"It seems like my charm is pretty good."

Field rubbed his chin, and his last words meant: Although you are poor, you are good-looking and can spend the night with her.

"It seems that someone is going to spend this night in a sweet dreamland, which is enviable."

A nice voice sounded, and Aisha, who was wearing an elegant long dress, walked over with her blue dress in hand with a cold expression, moving her snow-white lotus feet. She was surrounded by a bunch of men, their eyes all fixed in Aisha's direction. I really don't know how they could see the road clearly.

"As a gentleman, since Miss Elsa is envious, I will give you the opportunity." Field distorted the scene of two women "wrestling".

Aisha rolled her eyes: "You are still so funny."

"My lords, could you please give us some private space?" Elsa said to the people gathered around her. The impatience in her eyes was well hidden. Although she wanted to tear off the heads of everyone around her, her upbringing allowed her to Speak like a spring breeze.

"Okay, dessert."

"I will wait for you, even in my dreams."

"As a punishment, you will dance with me later."

The men left with earthy words of love and gave Field a hard look, wishing they could challenge him to a duel on the spot.

Field rubbed his temples and sighed silently in his heart: Alas, this guy is really troublesome. He keeps making enemies for me. Although I'm not afraid of him, he's very annoying.

The key point is that Aisha has already been contracted, and Field has no interest at all.

If you continue to use her family to gain some benefits, stay away from her.

"On the night of the decisive battle, we all witnessed your bravery and command. If you hadn't led the army to block the rebel charge, we would have been attacked from both sides. You also captured Shanquan Village, very bravely." Very seriously. After the compliment, Elsa naturally transitioned to the important question, "Are you curious about what you can gain from this battle?"

“Can I get land?”

What Field cares about most is the territory. Even a town is a huge wealth.

Aisha's eyes became sharp, as if a sharp sword pointed directly at people's hearts: "It's hard to say, because you robbed those boxes in the end. You know, the imperial law requires that all trophies should be uniformly distributed by the military leaders. Can you tell me? , have you gained anything?”

"The little nobles are jealous, and the things that the big nobles disdain, such as some potions and magic potions, are still low-level."

"Nothing else important?" Elsa narrowed her eyes.

"What good thing can I get? A cute and cute God's Chosen One." Field was very calm and ate a piece of cake silently.

"Haha, that's really impossible." Aisha chuckled, leaned into Field's ear, and whispered, "I think you misunderstood me. You filled four large wooden boxes with gold and silver treasures, and then sent a Return this artifact to the governor in the name of returning the spoils of war, and maybe you can get what you want."

"That's what I was talking about."

Field wiped his sweat, thinking that his contract with the New God Chosen had been exposed.

Of course he had considered it, but unfortunately he didn't want to do it because it wasn't cost-effective. With so much money, running the Night Territory well is the key. As for Itavin's territory, which had been destroyed by the war and turned into ruins, it still had to be rebuilt from scratch.

With this kind of effort, it would be more cost-effective to take a piece of it.

"No, I have no money, thank you for reminding me."

"You can use artifacts, such as the Eye of the Mist that Shirley gave you. You relied on it to discover the invisible army, right?"