Reborn As a Pirate

What is nobility?

According to the rumors, nobility is an upbringing that makes people feel ashamed, omniscient wisdom, inexhaustible wealth, indomitable power, or an innate identity...

In short, nobility is all the pursuit of high society, which was once Miss Emily's perception of the whole world.

Then she met Siegfried, and her cognition collapsed instantly.

What is nobility?

Calm as a pool, gentle as water, defiant, not angry and majestic.

When he stood there, the heavens and the earth spread out around him, and when he spoke, there would never be any evil thoughts in his heart to contradict him.

He is the only one, the center, the endorsement of God walking in the world, and the collection of all goodness and beauty throughout the ages.

He is noble.

Miss Emily's heart was beating wildly, her little face was flushing, her soul was flying far away, looking down at the end of the world, there was still only one picture.

Siegfried put his arms around her.

The so-called gentleman is clearly embracing the waist of the lady whom he met for the first time inappropriately, but what Miss Emily can feel is Gao Jie's support and reliance, without any male or female evil thoughts.

In this way, he took her out of the dangerous confrontation zone, and returned to the end of the grassy slope where he started.

As soon as her footsteps stopped, Miss Emily returned to her senses, shy, reserved, hesitant, all kinds of emotions filled her to the brim.

"N...Mr. Narlo..."

Acharin smiled and nodded in response: "Am I being abrupt, Ani? Shouldn't I just hug you like this?"

"No...not..."

"Is that like it? Or is it frightened and weak? I won't let go, and you can lean on me."

Miss Emily flushed with shame: "No...nor..."

Acharin realized it, stretched out his hand, grabbed Miss Emily's clenched fist, and gently placed it on the hand wrapping her waist.

"Well, Ai Ni. I'll leave the decision to you, and you don't have to tell me when your legs and feet regain strength, okay?"

What a gentle person!

Miss Emily felt that her spirit was floating again, and she completely lost control of her body. She nodded to herself, and gently squeezed out a "hmm" from the back of her throat.

What the hell am I doing!

The shy young lady was distracted, she didn't notice that Acharin had looked away, and the expression on her face changed from tenderness to solemnity in an instant.

"Whether a man or a woman, fame is the most intimate treasure in their soul."

He declared loudly like a preacher, his figure was like a javelin, and the majesty that could not be profaned soared into the sky, and Miss Emily was shocked back to reality.

"Whoever steals my purse, he just stole some waste, some illusory phantasm. They passed from my hands to his hands, and they have also been slaves of thousands of people."

"But whoever steals my reputation will not be rich because of it, but I will become abjectly poor because of losing it."

"Mr. Officer, it is your crime to accuse me of being a thief. Stupid sins may be pardoned, but slander and jealousy are never forgiven!"

"cost!"

Yacharin shouted, and Luo Lin, who had watched the show for a long time, drew out the long knife on his waist with a bang.

"Are you going to bear the price alone, betting your life with my guard leader, or hiding in the crowd like a coward, and letting these incompetent soldiers die for you?"

"Choose!" He ended the speech with the strongest pause.

"Choose!" Lorraine bit her voice and taught on the spot.

"Choose!" A group of guards who couldn't speak French at all learned and sold, and their voices shook the world.

Zirned's face was livid.

He is a proud man and an excellent soldier. He has never been defeated in love or on the battlefield, but this time, he seems to be doomed to a crushing defeat.

Why?

He couldn't figure it out.

Under the threat of death, his mind has not become sharper. He still doesn't know why the situation has developed to this point, and he doesn't know how to remedy it without losing dignity. He can't even be 100% sure that the dream is real Sure……

Perhaps when the buckshot went through his chest, he would sit up in some lady's bed with a cry, like the end of every nightmare?

Death...is the end of dreams?

Zirned smirked without warning, the more he laughed, the louder he laughed.

Just when he was about to die of laughter, he suddenly heard Miss Emily's timid voice.

"Forgive...forgive."

"Huh?" Yacharin and Zirned were surprised at the same time.

"Forgive...Mr. Narlow." Miss Emily buried herself in Yacharin's chest, summoned up her courage, and begged softly, "Mr. Captain offended you, and you have countless reasons to execute him. But... But he is my father's distinguished guest, and we will hold a welcome banquet for him at home tonight. If he dies here..."

"I didn't expect..." Yacharin hesitated for a moment, holding his expression, "If he dies, you will be blamed by your father, right?"

"yes……"

"In that case...Ani, are you hungry?"

"Those sailors can't shoot seabirds, and the reckless captain doesn't want to eat bread..."

"Poor child." Yacharin let go of Miss Emily's waist, held her shoulders, and kissed her forehead lightly through the veil, "Then eat here, although there are only some simple dishes, But at least the wine was good."

Miss Emily blinked her eyes in confusion: "Mr. Narlo, about the crime of Mr. Captain..."

"Major, please have dinner together." Yachalin smiled lightly, and suddenly scratched the tip of Miss Emily's nose affectionately, "The Lord sent an angel to redeem you. I only hope that you can learn to be pious."

...

The sun sets and the moon rises, and it turns into night in a blink of an eye.

There was a lot of voices in Le Luolan, luxurious carriages flowed endlessly, nobles who were rare to see in the past crossed the streets in small groups, and all drove to the same place.

Tonight, the District Speaker, Sir Prio, will host a formal welcome dinner for Captain of the Defense Fleet frigate, Major Zirned, at his home.

This is a grand occasion.

The host of the banquet, Sir Prio, is the richest man in Leloran. His family controls the three most fertile plantations in the town, with a total area of ​​more than 2,000 acres and more than 1,000 black slaves.

The guest of the banquet is a naval hero known throughout the Caribbean for his handsomeness and flair. Not only is he unparalleled in popularity, but he is also one of the best young officers in the overall evaluation of the entire French colonial fleet.

Leloran is located on the Atlantic Ocean, and the gentlemen in the town rely a lot on the defense fleet, so this banquet is of great significance. Whether it is the host or the guests, as long as the relationship with one of them can go further, it is a social event for the local celebrities. A huge victory on the field.

What's more, it is rumored in the circle that tonight is a more distinguished big shot's debut at Le Laurent's banquet.

Although the person who pushed down the position of the guest of honor would hide his true identity due to security and other reasons, it was precisely because of this that the celebrities were excited.

Few people know that that person exists, know who he is accompanied by, and there are even fewer people who can find him in the vast banquet. Once successful, it may mean an exclusive social interaction that lasts all night .

How much profit can this experience create for the family?

The gentlemen were thinking excitedly, chatting, laughing and looking forward to it. The atmosphere of the banquet had reached its first climax before the actual opening...

On the other side, inside the mansion.

Miss Emily was wearing a beige whalebone corset, with her chin resting on her chin, staring blankly in front of the large dressing table.

Mrs. Prio and her sister came hand in hand, and the laughter and laughter were clearly heard before they even started.

"Ani, let's see how beautiful the heroine is tonight?"

Miss Emily turned her head in a daze, took a look, twisted her neck back again, and sighed deeply.

Madam couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "Ai Ni, I heard that you are a little out of your mind after hunting today. Could it be that... the hunting is not going well?"

"No, mother, today is the best date of my life."

"The best?" The eldest sister showed a clear smile, "Mom, it seems that Ai Ni is in love!"

"Is it in love?" Mrs. Prio was so excited that she couldn't help herself, "Sure enough, sure enough, Captain Zirnede is as gentle and considerate as the rumors. It was the first time we met, but Ani fell in love with him." Love River!"

"Captain?" Miss Emily recalled Chirned's poor performance during the day, and pouted boredly, "He's not bad, probably, those inland women who haven't seen the world probably can't resist his charm."

Only then did the wife and eldest sister realize that something was wrong.

"What? There is a third person on today's date?"

"We just met by chance..." Miss Emily fell into happy memories, "He came to visit the elders in Leloran, and happened to go to the beach today, and because of a coincidence, he invited me and the captain to enjoy Poor Chinese food.”

"Ah! Simple is what he said, and it is obviously too luxurious. There are authentic French dishes cooked on the spot, simplified into a nine-course meal sequence, which is the same as father entertaining distinguished guests. Mother, it turns out that authentic French meals are thirteen Do you know?"

Mrs. Prio frowned and thought for a long time: "I seem to have heard from my best friend that only the most elegant nobles still keep the habit of thirteen-course meals. The main reason is that there are too few chefs who can cook authentic French meals. There are only a few Nicks, and most of them are concentrated in Fort-de-France..."

"No wonder, he is not very satisfied. Although he has always been very gentle, he said it is simple three times, and said that only the table wine is not bad."

"What table wine?"

"The liqueur is freshly blended, the champagne is Pinot Noir, and the dry red is Porto... Mother, do you know? It turns out that Porto tasted the best during the Louis XIV period, but unfortunately, we only have Louis XIII today .Fortunately, champagne was the pinnacle of wine in the fifteenth century. If it weren't for this, he would blame himself even more."

Miss Emily dropped bombs one after another inadvertently, the wife was overwhelmed by what she heard, and the eldest sister was already stunned.

"You said just now that this is a light meal for an outing?"

"Yes, the freshly picked and baked berry bread is delicious, and the sugar-free fresh jam is completely different from the jam at home!"

"He... Ai Ni, do you know his... that person's name?"

"Mr. Narlo? He said his name is Siegfried, what a beautiful name, beautiful and noble."

"Siegfried Narlo...Zig von Narlo..." Madam took a deep breath, "Ani, I want to tell you a secret about the real guest of honor at tonight's banquet..."