It looks like a variety of hats and headdresses are everywhere on the streets, with exquisite streamers and gorgeous tassels floating casually, adding a beautiful landscape to the streets and alleys. Under these strange and exaggerated hats, there are masks of equally strange shapes.

In Ribo's opinion, the most powerful Zhufeng Festival has become a huge costume party. Walking through the crowded crowd, you can't see the scene of people wailing towards him in the past. Ribo seemed to have returned to the Kingdom of Francis and returned to the free Nangang.

Seeing the strange masks covering their faces, Ribo seemed to be able to penetrate these masks and see smiling faces full of relaxation and excitement. Looking at all this, Ribo seemed to understand why people use masks to conceal their true faces at this moment.

Obviously, the first person to think of this method must be a wise elder who is full of wisdom and yet penetrates the hearts of the people. When these masks cover people's faces, they may also cover the strict hierarchies and classes of the Deli To Kingdom.

He pressed the wide brim of the hat. The huge hat made him feel very inconvenient. The black robe on him also made him feel annoying. The even more annoying was undoubtedly the long broom in his hand, which made him puzzled. Why do ordinary people think that magicians would fly in the sky on brooms? At least he had never seen a magician fly with this tool used to clean the kitchen.

The reason for dressing like this was completely Frera's meaning. Frera's own dress made him envious. She just borrowed a set of armor used in the festival celebration from Grand Duke Foss, and easily dressed herself up as a knight.

Looking at the other towering and sharp black hats in the crowd, Ribo soon discovered that the outfit on him was not uncommon on the street, and those who dressed as magicians like him were also at the same age as him. Perhaps there were fantasies in their hearts, which could one day gain the favor of a certain magician and become a real magician.

The squares in Monach were like huge whirlpools, and the endless stream of people seemed to slow down when they arrived there.

People stopped and walked because there were things that attracted them in the center of these squares.

The sound of laughter coming from the crowd obviously attracted more people to watch, and you could see hats jumping up and down everywhere. Obviously, they were all pitiful teenagers who had not yet grown tall.

Ruibo did not join the ranks of onlookers because he knew very well that artists who truly possessed superb talents would never display their talents to ordinary people like street artists. What they needed was not the cheap cheers, but to gain the recognition of high-ranking people.

That would make them possible to enter the upper class, just like artists favored by Duke Bassmond.

Suddenly, Ruibo saw something very familiar, it was a pumpkin carriage, but neither the carriage itself nor the four horses in front were real goods. It was built with a wooden frame, and the outside was covered with a layer of colorful gold and silver foil.

This is the new thing that the Count of Chameleon brought from Palin, and even the Southern Lords saw it for the first time.

The four wheels of the carriage are actually four servants who put on makeup and become wheels, and the four horses who pull the carriage are also decorated by people.

These eight people worked together to carry this carriage that looked brilliant and glorious across the market. Even if there was a crowded stream of people, the narrowest streets could easily make them serialize easily.

The two people sitting in the carriage were also dressed up by servants, and they also had to carry these two unfinished carriages inside.

On the contrary, the coachman is the most leisurely, and this leisurely position naturally belongs to Earl Kemilan himself. At this moment, he is dressed as a coachman and shouting with a horse whip in his hand.

Ribo, who was already tired of the huge hat and loose robe, didn't mind taking a ride. He pushed the crowd away and rushed towards the carriage.

Neither the teenager dressed as a black-robed wizard who suddenly jumped onto the carriage nor the guards carrying the "carriage" dared not scold him, because they knew very well that those who dared to do so would definitely not be ordinary people.

At this moment when all of them are covered up with masks, it is possible to offend a person who is absolutely not allowed to offend if you accidentally.

Because of this, the "coachman" immediately turned his mask up and showed a philistine smile.

Ruibo also took off the mask of an old man covered with lumps, long nose, and wrinkles everywhere like tree roots.

"Oh-I guess it's you." Earl of Kemilan said with a smile. This was not a casual statement, because the only one who dared to do this in Monach was unreasonable or worried about being scolded.

"Your Excellency must be in a hurry to go to the duel arena of the artists." Earl Kemilan said with a smile.

"Are you interested in this showdown?" Ruibo asked tentatively.

The chameleon-like count shook his head and said, "No, no, no, forgive me for taking the liberty. In my opinion, this time the dispute between artists is not so much a challenge to the tradition of new art forms and concepts, but rather a group of hungry young people want to squeeze into the dining table, and the position at the table has long been occupied by a group of old guys and must push them all aside."

The Earl from the capital rarely showed neglect and contempt. Suddenly, his words turned around and said in a very attentive and warm tone: "Earl Medin, is it because of that public reason or because of the young and beautiful countess?"

"What do you think?" Ruibo did not answer, but just lowered his voice and asked back.

"I think it's both. In fact, you don't need to be so polite to that woman. She is asking you for help now. As long as you reveal some meaning, she will naturally come to you." Earl Kemilan's tone became more and more agile and obscure.

"Where did you know that I am interested in that countess?" Ribo asked in surprise.

"Hehehe." Earl of Kemilan gave a very warm and weird smile. He repeatedly verified this matter several times, and even tried his best to find out some rumors and reputation about the envoy in the Kingdom of Francis from the tone revealed by one of the Wind Knights.

"Empress, I heard that there is a beautiful and charming beauty beside you. I even heard that you often run to the market in the suburbs. To be honest, the boss lady in the tailor shop is so beautiful that he has nothing to say. Even when I saw the boss lady, I couldn't help but get moved. You must know that I am not the kind of person who has never seen the market." Earl Kemilan's smile seemed even more obscure and awesome: "And that Earl Ellis is also stunning. How could you miss her with your eyes?"

Hearing this count said this, Ruibo couldn't help but feel aroused.

Earl Komilan, who had always been observing his expressions, immediately captured this change. He thought he had found an opportunity to get closer to the young envoy.

Thinking of this, he immediately came to Ruibo and whispered: "Encourt, the women of Delirium are not as romantic as those of the women in your motherland, the Kingdom of Francis. If you want to deal with them with the past, you may be contrary to your wishes. Here, men and women advocate strength, and anyone will bow their knees in front of their tough wrists, and the waists and knees of those women appear extremely weak."

"You can completely embrace the countess' waist directly. She will never resist wherever you want to take her, because her family is very close to the quarantine chief who has been roasted so fragrantly. Because of this, you are the toughest support she can find, and she will never refuse any requests you have."

"I don't want to break up a sweet couple." Ruibo said with a smile.

"Oh--you misunderstood again. In the Deli Kingdom, anyone belongs to you only. Even if your son has enough strength and status, he can not take his father seriously at all. If his wife has a prominent family background and wealth, his husband will appear to have no status at all."

"What's more, that talented great poet is not even a nominal lover. The Earl of Earl Junsi does not want to give others this bad topic. As long as you want, you can even let the Earl of Earl Junsi cut off contact with the poet. You are a strong man far superior to her. She has no room for words in front of you." The Earl from the capital said diligently.

But what Ruibo was thinking about was another thing. He had never forgotten the arrogance and unreasonableness of the poet in the town.

What's more, Ruibo has always believed that these poets and artists will never appear noble because of their talents. Instead, they will be more enthusiastic about status and reputation than ordinary people because of their poverty and outstanding talents.

They yearn for glory like insects gathered under the light, and Prince Henride was not the only one who could give them the light. If Grand Duke Bassmond opens his heart to them, Rebow has no doubt at all whether they will still be resentful of Grand Duke Bassmond.

Just as he believed that those poets had a desire for reputation and status, he was also extremely affirming of the poets' "tolerance" and "forgetfulness".

Because of this, he had begun to consider how to control the poets and artists, and Mr. Gord was undoubtedly the best and leader among them.

The best way to control Mr. Gord is undoubtedly to control the beautiful countess firmly in his hands, and he has absolute confidence in this, and he has powerful weapons that no woman can resist. In addition, the ointment that can enhance his interest gives him full confidence.

Never had a woman escaped the mercy of this mysterious ointment, and even the proud queen surrendered to him and opened her heart and every hole that could be used for fun. Even the beautiful woman trained to act as a spy had become his slave under the effect of this ointment and confessed everything to him.

"Maybe I should indeed go and hug the slender waist of the beautiful countess." Ruibo also said with a slightly warm smile.

A series of obscure laughter came from this unique carriage

In a corner of Monach, a clear river flows through the front of a square. The Monach people cleverly used this river to arrange the square into a rare water view. Unfortunately, the houses around the square are really not worthy of the beautiful scenery.

These houses are not short, most of them are four-story buildings, and one or two five-story houses are built there. For Monach, these buildings are already quite tall.

However, the shape of these buildings is unsatisfactory. The rooms are narrow and crowded. You can even see simple tents built of wooden boards on the roof.

A colored platform decorated with silk and brocade has been built on the square in the center, which is the battlefield that is about to start.

At this moment, the poets and artists are gathering together and busy for the final battle.

Looking at the people wearing thick masks and wearing strange clothes, the Count from the capital showed a embarrassed look.

"Oh-I must be sorry for my forgetfulness. It is almost impossible to find the countess among such a crowd." He shook his head helplessly and said, "But there is no hurry for a moment, there will be opportunities in the future."

To the surprise of Earl Komilan, he suddenly heard the young man beside him say, "There is no need to wait until I have found that lady."

"How is this possible?" Earl Kemilan asked in surprise, but he immediately showed a sudden enlightenment: "Ah--I have to be sorry for my forgetfulness again. I forgot that you are a magician, and the power of magic is omnipotent."

"No, I have to admit that this has nothing to do with magic. Mr. Gord on the stage is very eye-catching. I don't have to worry about not being able to recognize him. I guess that beautiful and charming countess would definitely cheer for his lover in the crowd. Our great Mr. Poet must have agreed with the intimate couple's clothes. As long as I pay a little attention to Mr. Gord's eyes, I will naturally find the countess hiding in the crowd." Rebow explained calmly: "Look, they are greeting again. I believe that the circus trainer who is waving will not be able to see it."

"Oh-I must admit that your wisdom is unattainable." Earl of Cormilan immediately complimented, but there were more or less some real meanings.

Ruibo smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and he jumped out of the strange "carriage" with a slight jump.

After trying hard to squeeze into the crowd, Ribo threw away the ridiculous hat and walked behind the countess. At this moment, Ribo realized that hugging his waist was not a suitable choice.

Among women, Frera is already quite tall, but the countess is even more a "giant". Ribo estimated that her height is at least 1.8 meters above, and the one he lacks the most confidence is his height.

After hesitating for a while, Ruibo decided to hug the "high" slender waist, but he had never forgotten the Countess' strong temper. He didn't want to receive a slap again, and he didn't want to be beaten by the Countess with a whip like that small town boy.

When he thought of the scene where she was waving her whip without any care and even caring about her naked body, Ruibo couldn't help but look at the countess. What made him interesting was that she was holding a whip in her hand today, but this time it was not the whip she saw last time, but a two-meter long whip used by a thin and long beast tamer to tame a beast.

"Miss Ailey, it is my honor to see you again." Ruibo said as he gently placed his arm on the countess' waist.

The plump and tender feeling proved that his guess was not wrong at all. He could even feel the countess was shocked by surprise.

"There are too many people here and too crowded, and I look a little short. We might as well find a suitable room in the buildings next to us, so that we can see it more clearly." Ruibo finally decided to adopt the straightforward approach taught by Earl of Kermilan. Since it is most effective for women to use their strength to force themselves, why should we still look far away?

The countess was obviously slightly stunned, but she did not resist at all. As Earl Kemilan said, she obediently followed the young man in the black robe of a wizard in front of her, wearing a ridiculous old man's mask, and squeezed out of the crowd, because she had guessed the identity of the boy, and her status and destiny were in the hands of the boy.

In a hurry, the countess glanced at the stage. She suddenly saw her lover walking towards here with doubts. Ali Junsi had to shake her head at her lover and wanted to stop her lover from making that stupid and reckless move. It would only put him in danger and also make her situation more difficult.

What made Aili Junsi helpless was that her lover obviously became more hasty and rushing. It was obvious that what was burning in his heart at this moment was not the overwhelming talent but the feeling of jealousy.

Crawling out of the crowd, Rebow immediately saw the talented Mr. Gord standing in front of him. The expression on his face seemed quite interesting, a little surprised and a little confused, but Rebow could still see the fire of jealousy burning in his eyes.

"Mr. Gord, I am planning to find a more suitable position with Miss Ally Juns to enjoy your performances." Rebbo said with a smile, but he deliberately hugged the beautiful countess' waist, and to his satisfaction he saw the fire of jealousy burning even more vigorously in the eyes of the poet.

Fortunately, the blazing fire of jealousy did not burn out his rationality. The day before yesterday made him dizzy. He still didn't know what was going on. He was always in the depths of his memory. What's more, he also knew what superb status the boy in front of him had.

Although reason prevented him from making reckless actions, jealousy also made him unwilling to take a step back. He was in a stalemate, and at this moment his companions had already surrounded him.

"I just want to show my talents in public. I'm not doing it for you guys to show you, not for you to have fun." Gore said as he suppressed his mood as much as possible, because he knew very well that what would happen if he seemed too impulsive, whether it was to let the judge or use force to solve the problem, it would be extremely unfavorable for them.

What the poet said was somewhat beyond Rebow's expectations, and he never considered himself qualified to be a good critic, and he knew little about poetry and drama.

But at this moment, he could never retreat, because of this, he began to think hard in his mind.

Although he knew nothing about poetry and drama, Ruibo believed that he was strictly trained by "actors" and could definitely be called an excellent actor.

No one is bigger and more magnificent than the stage he is performing. Three kings, two kings, princes and princesses are hard to count. These people are just supporting roles on the stage, and this is enough to deserve Ribo's pride and pride.

What's more, on the way to the square, he had seen so many performances and artists. Although he had not carefully watched any performance, the onlooker's enthusiasm had already been fully visible.

"Mr. Gord, maybe I do not have the superb artistic talent like you, but I believe that I may still be above you in the grasp of the hearts of the people." Rebow said calmly. Although he used you to call the poet who blocked him, anyone could easily see that he had absolutely no respect.

"In my opinion, your poetry and your companions' performances may be praised by some people, but I will never think that more than one-tenth of the audience here can truly know where your artistic brilliance is. I believe that a very small number of people will be able to get fun from it."

"Of course, you may be able to face the great mediocre people who cannot understand you with the aloofness of the artist, but I believe that the cheers of more people will give a work of art more glory." Ruibo said with a smile, looking at the artist in front of him, because he knew very well that being recognized and praised was the thing most people hoped for, in this regard, both the aloof artist and the lofty king and lord were all without exception.

Seeing Gore moved, Rebow continued: "I have appreciated the poem you wrote for this performance. I am forbidden to say that this poem may be enough to shock people, but it may be annoying to most people in this festival that everyone celebrates. I don't think that too much preaching and intense feelings will make those who want to get relaxed during the festival. I believe they would rather see a circus or a clown than listening to your passionate poem."

"What's more, in my opinion, your irony is too strong and profound. You have pushed aside the outer skin of this gray world, crisscrossing blood vessels and the dark blood that seem to be stained with poisonous blood, allowing everyone to understand this moment that should have been filled with joy and joy. If this is art, I believe that most people here will use their departure to express their welcome to art."

"You obviously chose an inappropriate theme at this moment and expressed it in an inappropriate way. You tried your best to depict a group of terrifying and terrifying 'hell demons', and you described the scene where these 'devils' use the 'fruits of the living person' to hold a 'feast'."

"Why must the 'devil' have such a hideous and terrifying appearance? Why can't they be elegant or even full of glory? Why can't they have elegant manners and beautiful appearances? Why can't they suck flesh and blood and look gentle? Why can't those 'foods' be arranged so beautifully like a real feast?"

"I believe that as long as the technique is sophisticated, most people may not be able to understand the poison in these jokes, and you can add all your sarcasm and mockery as seasonings."

"Let those dull taste buddies taste the shallow and strong taste, and let those who truly understand the delicious taste reminisce about the exquisiteness and beauty of the feast. This will be a banquet that pleases everyone, from which everyone can get what they need."

As he said that, Rebow waved his arms lightly and gracefully, and saluted Gore in an almost standard posture, but Rebow's arm never left the waist of the beautiful countess from beginning to end. He obviously used the most direct and appropriate method to interpret what an elegant devil looked like.

Standing up straight, Rebow seemed to have turned a blind eye to Gore who was blocking the front. He pulled the Earl Elijuns straight past the poet. At this moment, he was indeed very happy and relaxed. Suddenly, Rebow discovered that sarcasm and mockery were sometimes really a very interesting and good thing for the body and mind.

"Oh--that guy seems to be right." One of the people who had just watched said in a low voice.

Although Gore was a little unconvinced, he thought for a while and said slowly: "Maybe we still have time to change the script, but everyone has to perform with the dialogue book."

He took a last look, and the back that was about to disappear at the end of the crowd suddenly sighed heavily.

Narrow and crowded, dirty and messy, walking on the dark stairs, Ruibo seemed to have returned to his home in Nangang.
To be continued...