Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 696 - 650 Conversation

Generally speaking, at such banquets, Perfikot is undoubtedly the main character, whether it's the guests of the party or the operation of the entire banquet, it all revolves around her as the core.

If Perfikot were an ordinary noble lady, at this time many people would be inviting her to dance.

This is one of the essential parts of a banquet, but usually, it is rare for someone to invite Perfikot to dance, and she never dances with anyone.

It's not that she cannot, but rather she doesn't like any close contact with the opposite sex.

Even her loyal old butler is very cautious in this regard and won't easily make any physical contact with Perfikot.

But at each banquet, there are always one or two stubborn ones, or those who think they can make the Northern Count fall for them at first sight, as they have enchanted other noble ladies.

However, for Perfikot, such people appearing before her are like peacocks showing off their splendid feathers, but if you turn them around, you'd see their bare behind.

The majority of these people are often some playboys, either second sons of families or heirs from small noble families.

After all, the carefully cultivated heirs from truly great noble families would be well aware that they can't possibly control their own marriage, let alone have a romantic affair with someone as noble and esteemed as Perfikot, similar to with other noble ladies.

Joking aside, if one dares to do such a thing, they would really have the Steam Knights at their door.

Moreover, if Perfikot indeed entertained such thoughts, she would have likely discussed her lifelong matters with the person long before being invited to dance at the ball, and the ball would just be a formality.

Furthermore, what lies behind it is essentially political marriage, devoid of any sentimental reasons.

Another important point is social status; only if the identities of the two families are appropriate will there be any further possibility.

Otherwise, neither the woman nor the man would likely agree to such a marriage with a significant disparity in status.

This has led to no one inviting Perfikot to dance at the banquet after a few lessons learned, even though she is the most dazzling woman at the event.

Although considering Perfikot's current age is only eighteen, she hasn't even celebrated her eighteenth birthday yet, all of this is not a big deal.

Moreover, finding a suitable marriage partner who truly matches with Perfikot in social standing is not easy.

After all, given her status, finding her a suitable marriage partner is akin to finding one for Eldest Princess Annie.

If not a foreign prince, then at least a direct heir of a Duke's family.

As for others? Sorry, they don't even stand a chance to ask Perfikot for a dance.

Yet today, there is still someone fearless enough to appear in front of Perfikot, bow and extend an invitation: "Honorable Count, may I have the privilege of inviting you to a dance?"

This was a young man who was considered quite handsome, with a tall and dashing figure, wearing a naval major's uniform, looking indeed quite attractive.

But Perfikot merely glanced at him and refused, "Knowing my identity, yet still inviting me to dance?"

"As tonight's ball's main character, a young lady as beautiful and captivating as yourself, it would indeed be a shame and a pity if no one invited you to dance, wouldn't it?" The young man attempted to persuade Perfikot while trying his best to display his gentlemanly demeanor.

However, Perfikot just leaned back on the sofa, exuding her aura as the Northern Count, and said, "Superficial, if you think not being invited to dance is pitiable, then just disappear from my sight immediately! I can't stand the sight!"

Faced with Perfikot's piercing aura, the young naval major's face clearly changed slightly, but he still managed to maintain his composure, withstanding the pressure from Perfikot.

This made Perfikot raise an eyebrow and then smile slightly, "You do have some temperament. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you an opportunity. You have one minute to think of a reason that can persuade me."

Faced with Perfikot's words, the young naval major thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't meet the Count's expectations. I really can't think of any reason to convince you to accept my invitation.

After all, for you, such socializing indeed doesn't hold much meaning, and none of the guests appearing at this banquet are worth your time.

Even I have to admit that aside from feeling sorry that a beautiful lady like yourself hasn't been invited, mostly I just want to establish a good relationship with you as the esteemed Northern Count, seeking a favorable position for myself."

"You do have some insight, and what you've said is quite sincere." Perfikot evaluated the young naval major in front of her, then gestured for him to sit on the adjacent sofa, "Sit down. I won't accept anyone's invitation to dance, but your conversations and behavior make me think you're quite talented, so I want to ask you some questions."

"At your service, Count." The young naval major saluted Perfikot before sitting on the sofa next to her.

His seated presence undoubtedly intrigued others, curious about who could receive such treatment.

Perfikot paid no mind to the atmosphere that made the young naval major feel uneasy, just asked him, "How is the situation in Beloburg now? Are the prices of grain sold in grain stores stable and transparent? Can the people live and work in peace?"

"The situation in Beloburg is fair now, even most of the lower-class poor can have enough food and clothes. However, in terms of nobles…" The young naval major showed a trace of helplessness on his face, then explained, "Although they are the driving force behind market prosperity, there are issues among them, especially as the situation gradually stabilizes, they begin to make more demands.

Within reason, this indeed can promote economic development; but if it crosses a line, it will become a disaster."

"No, no, no, that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking for your view on the city's economic livelihood, not your view on the nobles." Perfikot waved her hand, then reiterated the question.

"I believe…" the young naval major shared his insights with Perfikot.