Duke of Grief

At this spring and summer, the night is still a bit cold.

But Viscount Decher had been eager to put on a silk coat that hadn't been made for long.

He didn't ask the maid to help him wear it, but he put on the clothes himself, which is extremely rare, but if it is because of the'silk coat', it is probably nothing.

Viscount Daicher closed his eyes, stroking this coat made of silk with his hands. This smooth feeling made him unable to indulge in it, even making him feel more than the skin of the maid who was recruited by his second son. Silky.

If the maid gave him the feeling of intoxication, then this silk coat gave him the feeling of being'addicted'-yes, he is already addicted!

Whether it is washing or drying, he has decided that this dress can only be touched by him in the future, and other people, even his wife, can’t, because she also has one, Viscount Decher has The reason is to believe that she would not let her husband, that is, him, touch her silk dress.

"Oh, thank God of Glory!"

Viscount Dycheer just mentioned, perhaps I really want to thank the **** of brilliance, because the silk that made this coat was sold by an'unknown' chamber of commerce, and the chamber's introductory person , Is the Bishop Pelonandi of the Glorious Church.

When the principal of the chamber of commerce came with a letter of introduction, he still couldn't believe it, but after seeing the real thing, he couldn't help being intoxicated.

These are not silks from the "dark area", Viscount Decher can be sure, these are not!

Although the same suppleness and the same smoothness, this silk is not tough enough. The silk produced in the dark area can defend against ordinary swords, but this silk can easily be torn.

However, this little flaw does not affect Viscount Daicher’s love for this cute little thing. Since he was made into a clothes, he loved this coat and even thought about whether there would be anyone during the meal. Stealing his little cutie while he was eating?

There is something wrong with the old man and something wrong with the lady, which is what people in the castle have observed.

In recent days, they have always found that the master and his wife are absent-minded in whatever they do. Sometimes they will not even let in the room, but the next person should not discuss this kind of thing, so they dare not say it.

Viscount Daicher didn't feel anything wrong with him, he thought he was so normal!

Silk produced in dark areas is often'priceless but not marketable', even if it is rich, it is not necessarily available, and this is especially true of Ogden's nobles.

Because the title is difficult to promote, they hope that they can have more things that can enhance their ‘style’, and ‘silk’ is one of them.

Although the toughness of the silk in the dark area is not available, the silk produced from the sad wind collar is cheap, and Viscount Daicher only used fifty gold coins, which is equivalent to one-fifth of those'spider silk silk'. I bought two pieces of silk for the price!

That is to say, one piece of 25 Ogden gold coins of this kind of silk is one-tenth the price of spider silk!

God, is there anything more exciting to Viscount Decher?

Viscount Decher also thought about cutting off the vessel of the chamber of commerce, but according to the principal, he came this time just for'trial operation', so there was not much silk, and he was in the'Legend of Sorrow'— — This is the first time Viscount Daicher has taken an interest in this territory-there are more'this kind of silk'.

Viscount Decher gave up his previous thoughts and worked hard to make the principal, because he wanted to get more'this kind of silk'.

After carefully putting on this coat, Viscount Decher moaned, and a feeling of comfort came from all over his body, even though he was only wearing a silk coat.

The palm sweated with excitement, which made Viscount Daicher quickly grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his palm. Until his palms were all red, he felt relieved and caressed the silk coat on his body.

Ah, this texture, this weight...it's perfect!

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, otherwise they would definitely think their master was crazy.

Viscount Daicher shrugged his stomach and looked left and right in the mirror. In the past, he was distressed or even disgusted, but now he is very satisfied.

Carefully stroking the coat, Viscount Decher closed his eyes indulging in it, and the fat covered under the dress seemed to become cute.

Not knowing how long it took, his deacon knocked on the door.

"Master, time is up."

Viscount Dyche opened his eyes, still unsure, and chuckled at himself in the mirror: "Oh, Lord Viscount, look at your dress-Gee, this must be the most beautiful man's dress in Piano County!"

With a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, Viscount Dyche opened the door by himself, and saw the deacon and several maids standing with his head down.

"Aya, you can raise your head without being so restrained."

Viscount Decher pretended to dust the bomb sleeves and asked the deacon on the side: "Aya, ma'am? Not ready yet?"

"Uh... yes, my lady is not ready yet..."

Viscount Decher didn't feel any displeasure about the deacon's failure to answer his own question in the first place, but instead became more frivolous.

Because his eyes were fixed on his silk top, Viscount Decher had a sense of superiority from the heart.

"Oh, that's great." Viscount Decher felt as if he was twenty years old again, "It's not a good thing to have a lady wait! Aya, let's go, I think we should go and see the party preparation how was it."

One of the most beautiful men's dresses needs to be matched with one of the most beautiful women's dresses, so that they can set off against each other to make these little cutes bloom more beautifully.

Viscount Daicher even felt that he was crazy, and even promised his wife that she could use more silk to make a skirt--

However, when he saw the dress on her, all these thoughts of Viscount Decher dissipated.

Walking on the way to the banquet hall, Viscount Decher met his wife and saw the thin skirt on her body. Her eyes lit up and hurried over.

"Oh, my baby, are you too?"

In two steps, Viscount Daicher suddenly realized that his wife did not seem to have any makeup on her face, which made him even more delighted.

Although the night was still cold in the early spring and summer, Mrs. Daicher, wearing a thin silk skirt, did not seem to feel the cold wind.

"Of course, my sweetheart, because I found that all makeup looks like ‘sullied’ this little cutie—it’s really perfect!”

Although the mouth is complaining, the smile on the corner of the mouth can't be concealed.

Mrs. Decher is a beautiful woman who still has charm. Although she is in her forties, she still looks very beautiful.

But Viscount Decher's eyes fell more on that skirt, just like his wife!

"Come on, my lady!"

Viscount Daicher walked over to his wife, bent his arms, and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "We should go and see how well the party is prepared. If we neglect the guests, it would be bad."

Mrs. Decher grabbed her husband's arms and smiled sweetly: "Of course my lord, just what you say."

Both Viscount Decher and Lady Decher felt a heartfelt joy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They knew it very well, they knew it very well!

Tonight, just tonight!

After this evening tonight, they will become the stars of'Piano County', and even attract the attention of all the small and medium nobles in the southern part of the empire.

Because of what?

Of course because of these two clothes on them!

Although it is not so tough, it cannot defend against swords, but...

This is ‘silk’!

Viscount and Madame Decher knew that they could not hide the "silk" for their own use, but they could become the trend-leaders-the fashion trends of the entire imperial aristocracy!

They have self-knowledge, so this is enough.

And all this-

Starting tonight!