After waking up

Although he helped Alvin do almost all afternoon's work, Mulan did not feel tired, but felt in good spirits.

Going to Manor No. 6 in Guishu District is actually close to the outskirts of the city in terms of geographical location. Unless you run all the way there, it will still take a long time to walk. In addition, after all, it is the birthday party of the Count's daughter, Mulan feels that it is more or less necessary. A bit of luxury.

So today Mulan rarely hired a carriage. The nature was the same as the one he hired in his previous life. However, in order to save horsepower, the carriage driver usually parked the carriage in one place and chatted with each other while waiting for customers to come.

In the evening, Mulan's carriage arrived at Manor No. 6. The buildings outside the window in front were obviously relatively dense, but once they got here, their sight suddenly broadened. As expected of the rich, powerful and prestigious Earl, he had done everything he could. Find peace in the midst of all the noise.

Through the carriage window, Mulan could see all kinds of carriages heading towards the manor. The carriages had different styles, some were serious and some were gorgeous, but most of them had emblems on the carriages. They were nobles. Their family crest makes it easy to distinguish a taxi from one another.

"With so many noble carriages, all the nobles from Valentine are here, right? Or are there others from other places?"

Mulan murmured to himself, feeling a little nervous in his heart, but then thinking about the battlefield, he suddenly felt that it was just like that. He was invited, and he didn't come here shamelessly. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Invitations must be checked at the gate of the manor. In fact, the main purpose is to check the rental carriages. After all, the aristocratic emblems on some carriages are very conspicuous.

Of course Mulan's invitation was genuine, so the carriage drove into the manor smoothly.

"Sir, we are here."

The coachman drove the carriage into the manor, stopped on the side of the manor road like other carriages, and then immediately got down and opened the door for Mulan.

Mulan took a deep breath in the car, then got out of the car with a calm expression while holding his cane, and then handed the prepared fare to the coachman, which happened to be two small silver Di Yuan plus 3 shillings and 16 pence, not a penny. The difference is not much.

Looking up and looking ahead, Mulan couldn't help but think in her mind, is this called a manor? He believed it was a castle.

The building of the manor is quite large, larger than the entire Valentine Police Station. There are countless rooms with bright lights everywhere. It looks like it belongs to an extremely wealthy family.

The coachman thanked him and took the money. While he was counting the money seriously, Mulan had already walked towards the main building of the manor.

"Sir, do you need me to wait for you here? Just charge two yuan more."

Mulan turned around and rejected him with a smile.

"No, there is a way to go back."

The carriage driver had no choice but to get on the carriage and drive away, while Mulan complained in his mind about how expensive taxis were here, but soon he had no time to care about it.

There were other noble children getting off the carriage all around. Not all of them were young people, but also family elders. Mulan made himself as marginalized as possible, and walked into the ball hall with some other people who had just arrived with a knowledgeable attitude.

Exquisite, rich, dazzling and luxurious.

The textured floor, the relief murals and paintings on the walls, the huge crystal lamp and the spiral staircase made Mulan feel like he had entered a cultural attraction.

Male and female domestic servants in attendant uniforms and maid uniforms can be seen everywhere. There is a huge long table in the middle of the hall, which is full of exquisite pastries and various delicacies. Fine and clean porcelain is piled on the side, and silver tableware is neatly stacked. , the waiters always have wine glasses, snacks and fruits on their trays.

The dance hadn't started yet, and not everyone was here yet, but the atmosphere was already very lively.

Mulan felt that he was Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden. Even though he had watched many movies, TV series and animations before, and even now he was a person of this era, it was obvious that he had "never seen the world."

‘It’s so luxurious, it’s so corrupt, it’s so enjoyable! ’

Mulan now felt slightly uneasy as if he was on the battlefield for the first time. Fortunately, this would not show up. He walked forward naturally, looking at the seats in the corners of the hall, at those enjoying pastries and those taking wine from the waiters. men and women.

"Hello, give me a glass of wine."

With a slight nervousness, Mulan calmly called out to a passing attendant. The latter stopped, lowered the tray, and asked politely while Mulan took the wine.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"without thanks!"

The waiter bowed slightly, held the plate and left.

‘Phew, it’s a piece of cake, no big deal at all, it’s time to eat at the buffet. ’

Thinking of this, Mulan instantly became happy. After all, there was indeed some resemblance. He was no longer reserved. He kept walking with the wine glass in hand and came to one of the big tables piled with food. He took out the plates and cutlery. Just start pretending to have food.

Just kidding, I can’t dance. Of course, eating is more important. Cleaning the temple in the afternoon consumes a lot of energy, so I didn’t start even if I said no.

No pure desserts, some fruit, the key is meat!

When Mulan walked over, he had already set his sights on the highlights on the table, the whole roasted suckling pig, the roasted pigeons arranged one by one, and the skewers of barbecued meat that were probably venison.

There is no need for the attendants to help with the cutting. Mulan's sword and sword skills are N times better than theirs. It is absolutely possible to cut the meat and take out the vegetables without affecting the overall beauty of the remaining dishes.

There was a lot on the plate, so Mulan quickly evacuated, preparing to find a deserted corner to eat.

After all, this is not a real cafeteria. Mulan can't hold several plates full of food, so he can only bring one plate. Of course, he can't forget the glass of wine.

Sitting on the edge of the huge hall, Mulan was feasting elegantly. Elegance was because the appearance of eating was not ugly, but the speed of eating was not slow.

‘It tastes good. It’s delicious. Can you grill meat like this now? Drizzled with honey? ’

Mulan was full of praise for the skill of the Earl's cook, and the taste of the red wine was the best he had ever tasted. He was already thinking about how to prepare the second dish.

Mulan's observation skills are not weak. He has seen some gifts prepared by nobles, some of which are carried by servants. Although the small biscuits in his arms are good, it is better not to send them out today. Just be invisible. The man is good, otherwise Mullan or the Jonest family will have to die once.

At some point, a group of people in neat uniforms walked out of the corridor on one side of the hall. They came to an inconspicuous corner of the hall with various musical instruments in their hands.

Melodious music began to sound, indicating that the dance was about to begin.

‘Hey, rich man’

Mulan sighed and couldn't help but imagine that if he climbed to a high position, would he also live such a rustic and luxurious life?

"Hello, can I sit here?"

A girl walked up to Mulan and asked with a smile. Mulan immediately slowed down his chewing speed, turned to look at the girl and nodded.

"Please feel free to do so."

The girl looked at Mulan. His dress was slightly different from the others. He was not so refined but looked very handsome. She looked at the table again. The plate was full of traces of food.

"My name is Wei Na. I see that you have been eating and you don't seem to be interested in the dance. They are all looking for a dance partner~"

The girl meant something, and Mulan showed a frank smile.

"I can't dance. Food is more suitable for me. Oh, by the way, my name is Mulan."

"Mulan. Mulan?"

The girl was stunned for a moment and immediately asked.

"Mulan Jonest?"

"it's me."

The girl covered her mouth slightly. No wonder she felt familiar just now. It turned out that he was Mullan Jonest. He was even more handsome in person than in the photo!

The girl suddenly became excited.

"Mr. Jones, can I be your dance partner?"

"Sorry, I can't dance. Well, I'm going to get some food."

Mulan apologized, stood up with the plate, and walked quickly to the food display table. The smell of the girl's perfume was too much for him.