Chapter 1968 - 534: And the King Is Stabbing a Dagger into His Own Chest_6

Unsurprisingly, the appearance of this group immediately caused a sensation throughout the train station, even the station staff couldn't help but put down their work, stretching their necks to take a look.

Although all those standing on the platform were the elite from all walks of life in Thunder City, not everyone had attended the previous banquet at Andes Manor.

For example, Horace did not have the chance to attend.

As one of the "waters" released by the Grand Duke, it was also his first time seeing this dazzling group up close.

"Hey, I told you so."

Horace puffed out his slightly paunchy belly, boasting to his wife with pride, "Being a council member does have its perks, this distance is much closer than the VIP seats at the Colin Grand Theater. Now we can not only see Miss Eloise up close, but maybe we can also chat with her... and it's not just her, the entire troupe is here!"

Seeing her husband's nouveau riche expression, Lady Feimona rolled her eyes with annoyance, yet her eyes couldn't hide the happiness and joy.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the entrance of the train station platform.

The gentlemen and ladies who were laughing and chatting in groups suddenly stopped their conversations, all eyes turned towards the center where the commotion originated.

The crowd parted like a tide, making way for Prince Colin who was walking surrounded by attendants.

"It's Prince Colin!"

"Saint Sis above, he actually came too!"

Voices of surprise came from the crowd, as if they had never seen the guest list.

Prince Colin, with a gentle smile on his face, waved to the welcome lines of people, his demeanor was calm and elegant.

"Pleased to meet you."

Although he wasn't wearing any complex medals nor was there any ostentation, the aura that came from within made the elegantly dressed nobles around him lose their shine.

And the most incredible thing is—

No one was jealous of him!

"Your Highness! Your Highness, I'm Baron Ges! That year in Silver Pine Forest, you even saved my life! Do you remember me?" Baron Ges wriggled his way through the crowd with a fervent expression, wearing an expensive pair of white stockings to show off his toned leg muscles.

In today's Thunder City, "Alakdo secretion" remains a luxury item in high society, worn only by those nobles confident in their martial virtues.

Or like Baron Ges, a country bumpkin who loves to show off.

Frankly, Luo Yan felt a bit regretful.

Originally, he intended for this item to be worn by a hero, but now it's still a group of old men following the trend.

Who knows how many years it will take for their aesthetics to catch up with their wealth.

No matter how Luo Yan strained to maintain his smile, the entire train station had exploded due to his arrival!

Their fervor was even more exaggerated than when the Iris Flower Theater Troupe made their entrance earlier, some socialites almost fainted from the overwhelming atmosphere.

Some were also faint from wearing corsets.

Horace's heart warmed up too, instinctively wanting to squeeze his way in to get acquainted, even if just for a handshake.

However, he hadn't taken two steps before being squeezed out by several fellows with shoulders wider than the doors.

Well, the nobles of Campbell are no more polite than those of Ryan, these guys are even worse, they have their servants cut in line for them!

"Excuse me, excuse me... ow, don't step on my new leather shoes!"

Horace retreated in embarrassment, painfully wiping the shoe upper while looking up.

The sight gave him a shock, finding his wife staring engrossed at the handsome profile of Prince Colin, her eyes shimmering with admiration brighter than when looking at him as her husband.

The old man's jealousy overflowed instantly, his sourness reaching the top of his head, evidently, he overestimated his magnanimity.

This is roughly equivalent to Mr. Horace donating two castles, and he would say two is not enough, it must be four!

However, if asked to donate his clothes, he'd surely grip the buttons tightly, glaring at the guy, telling them not to even think about it.

Horace decided to look at some beauties himself, and just as he was thinking this, he saw not far away that "Miss Eloise," with a blushing face, stammering to speak with Prince Colin.

The shy and worshiping look was so obvious that even a blind person could tell that she had long forgotten that thin Matthew.

"Hmph."

Horace humphs sourly, whispering sarcastically into his wife's ear.

"Look at our 'Miss Eloise,' she doesn't need any hints from the bell ringer, it seems she's already eager to rush into that dark hell and already planned what position to use."

Lady Feimona withdrew her gaze, smilingly looking at her husband filled with jealousy.

What a novelty, Horace is actually jealous, and the reason isn't because I spent his money!

"But what does this have to do with our Mr. Horace?" She reached out to adjust his slightly crooked bow tie, teasingly saying, "Darling, you're not Matthew, why are you worrying about this? Knowing you, you'd be the one ringing the bell."

"Haha, darling, thank you for having such a high opinion of me!" Horace chuckled, replying sardonically, "That would be a guaranteed meal-ticket job, if Saint Sis hung it at my door, I'd laugh myself awake in my dreams."