Reborn As a Pirate

What the hell?

what the hell.

What the hell!

What kind of divine development is this! To boldly chase after love? Siegfried Narlo told me to chase love boldly?

Pursuing Miss Emily?

Pursue his favorite goal in front of him?

Is this some special fetish? Or some sort of tactic to court women? strategy?

When did France begin to produce a holy son who could even surrender the love of his heart? For the sake of one night's pleasure, isn't it easy for gentlemen to stab a long sword into a friend's chest? Isn't that what it says in dramas?

outdated?

what do I do!

In the locker room, Zirned stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror like a walking dead, with dull eyes and stiff muscles. No one could see that a midsummer hurricane was blowing in his heart.

Two petite maids pulled his hands away in front of the mirror, and he hung his head as if nailed to a cross.

The old tailor measured his waist with a tape measure, and when he called out "tummy tuck", he straightened out his broad chest.

"Okay, okay, sir, relax, take it easy." The old tailor squinted his eyes and put away the tape measure, and patted Zirned's straight back, "Is this the first time sir to make a dress?"

"Uh... no."

"Really?" The old tailor sighed knowingly, "In short, your performance is a bit stiff, and it is easy to cut out a dress that doesn't fit. For you and me, I think this is a disaster."

"sorry……"

For elegant noble etiquette, dress has always been an important prop to express self-cultivation and charm.

An aristocrat will change multiple dresses in a day and use different accessories to meet different needs.

Take Ms. for example.

When they get up in the morning, they will comb their fluffy hair and match it with light-colored loose dresses. They don’t wear waists, hats, accessories, or leather bags. They usually wear cotton socks and flat bright-colored leather shoes. This outfit is for Greet family members and guests in the most natural and comfortable manner.

Immediately after the morning exercise, they need to put their hair up and put on black and white riding clothes, bright collar flowers, pure white gloves and high riding boots.

Horseback riding is the most common morning exercise for ladies. In addition, flower arrangements, sculptures, and walks are dressed in different ways.

After the morning exercise, the real day begins. They have to deal with all kinds of skirts and flowery accessories. Morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and evening tea are all different. The only rigid requirement Just have to girdle and wear gloves.

Gathering the waist before breakfast can create the most beautiful body curve, and removing gloves before eating is the most important and ritualistic symbolic action of dividing eating and praying.

After the evening tea, the day's socializing comes to an end, and the ladies can finally remove their impenetrable corsets to relax.

They will let their hair down again, put on dark floor-length evening dresses, match them with the simplest ornaments and comfortable flat shoes, enjoy a dessert for dinner, welcome their sleep in the most peaceful state, and look forward to the arrival of a new day.

Gentlemen’s dresses must be much simpler than ladies’ dresses. Shirts, vests, trousers, leather shoes, leather boots and tuxedos, and accessories are only gloves, walking sticks, sabers, wigs, top hats, bow ties, ties and brooches. kind,

But this does not mean that they need to prepare less clothes.

In the morning, morning exercise, two meals, three teas, private conversations, evening conversations, and office work, simple clothing should be ingeniously matched according to different occasions and different projects. In order to show rigor and calmness, they should not have too obvious changes. In order to show their intentions and sophistication, they cannot remain unchanged.

This is the orthodox aristocracy.

The etiquette of the nobles is not absolute. Generally speaking, the closer they are to the political and cultural center, the more complicated their etiquette is.

Lelorin is naturally a remote place in a poor country. As an overseas province of France, Martinique has a slightly higher level and can be regarded as a poor country.

Compared with the mainland, the gentlemen and ladies here simplify many etiquette details in life. Zirned only prepared a dress for himself when he was invited. Miss Emily is the daughter of the richest family in Leloran. She specially prepared two sets for today's date.

It's a pity that whether it's one set or two sets, they are destined to hate the cumbersome aristocratic etiquette today.

I don't have enough dresses...

The unscrupulous smirks of the maids who sent them to the guest room to change deeply hurt their self-esteem, and Siegfried's gentleness and tolerance as always closed the punctured gap without leaving any traces.

There were actually brand new dresses prepared for them in the guest room. In order to prevent the pre-prepared dresses from not fitting, Siegfried even prepared for them on-site modification by a tailor with climax of skills.

Once again, Zirneder deeply felt Siegfried's shining noble temperament.

Could such a person really lie?

Should he follow his request?

Pursuing...Miss Emily?

With extreme apprehension and uneasiness, Zirned put on a dress and came to the sun umbrella where the tea party was set up, as if sleepwalking.

Acharin still had the same warm smile, and stretched out his hand to him from a distance: "The blue really matches you, my friend, with this kind of charm, even the most reserved lady will fall for you Of all the handsome men, I am sure of that."

Zirned nodded dully, only to realize that the maid had prepared a navy blue bow tie for herself after bowing her head for a moment.

"This...is too out of the ordinary."

"For someone like me who has no experience in the military, this color naturally jumps out. But you have iron and blood on your body, and the bow tie is like the high concentration of French maritime hegemony. I seem to smell the salty sea breeze."

"You are ridiculous."

"I'm not lying," Yacharin smiled and shook his head, "Come on, my friend, women always change clothes slowly, we have plenty of time to regain your most confident posture."

Zirned hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Narlo, I...I really..."

"Don't doubt, don't hesitate. Miss Emily is an angel sent by the Lord to the mortal world. I love her, but I love my motherland even more." Acharin stretched out his index finger and tapped his lips, "I owe you this, You don't need to have any doubts."

"But you clearly said that you love her, how can I..."

"Are all French soldiers as shy as you?" Yacharin laughed, "I love her, yes, it's true love, I may only meet her a few hundred times in my life, I regard her as a treasure But after all, I did something wrong, a precious love and a good soldier's future? As a child of France, I understand what choice I should make."

Listening to those earnest words, Zirned's eyes lit up.

"Sir, do you really think that Miss Emily is so important to me? I cherish the relationship with you, and I'm worried..."

"You don't understand France." Yacharin interrupted him softly, "Honor and seniority, there are countless unbreakable barriers in the world of France, which cruelly divide people into ranks and ranks. Mr. Captain, yours Family background is going to be the biggest flaw on your résumé, in fact, it probably already is."

"But Miss Emily is not the heir to the title. Even if I marry her, it won't change my life, but it will hurt you."

"Marry her?" Acharin frowned in surprise, "As you said, just marrying her won't change anything. But you can marry her, once you marry, you will become the family of the Jazz, the real authority of the local area, Ordinary nobles in France, that will help you cross the barrier between common people and nobles, and pave the way for you to become a general."

"Become...a general?" Zirned's face flushed and then turned dark again, "But I think Miss Emily has fallen in love with you..."

"A young girl's feelings are as changeable as the weather in the Caribbean Sea, and Ani's hazy affection for me will not affect you. You have to remember that men fall in love with their eyes, but if a woman falls in love, she will use it. Ears come to love."

"I seem to have heard this sentence... Shakespeare?"

Acharin patted Zirned on the shoulder: "That's the most French Englishman, he also said a word, the initial indifference will make the future love more intense, if she pretends to be angry with you, that's it." Not because she hates you, but because she wants you to love her more."

"Sir..." Zirned was completely lost in Yacharin's soft words, "What should I do?"

"Go meet her, do everything you can, charge. I've prepared everything for you, you just have to hold on to it."

"Yes! I'm going!"

Watching Zirned's excited back, Yacharin folded his fingers, raised his head and glanced at Lorraine, who was like air behind him.

Lorraine smiled slightly: "It seems that reading more is really important. He has heard of Shakespeare, but he doesn't seem to know that Shakespeare said another sentence."

"What words?"

"My love is like a mansion built on other people's land, because I misread the position and direction, and my hard work was in vain..."

Acharin raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Merry ladies in Windsor?"

"In a word, don't pester me anymore! I'm not your gallows, why hang around me all the time? Love matters are arranged by God himself. Money can buy land, and getting a wife can only depend on luck." Lorraine tilted her head and held her heart in both hands, "It seems that Mr. Captain not only lacks brains, but also lacks a little luck."

"What a poor man."

"May your Lord bless him..."