"Do you believe in the everlasting friendship between Gafura and the Federation?"
If this question were posed in street interviews, over seventy percent of Federation people would tell you it’s impossible.
People have not forgotten the sea battle known as the "Battle of the Federation’s Rise," nor have they forgotten the almost complete destruction of Gafura’s invincible fleet under the attack of the Federation Fleet.
If such hatred can still be called friendship, then there should be no hatred in this world.
On the contrary, people are more willing to believe what so dia say, that Gafura and the Federation are bound to have a battle in the future, which will determine this world’s pattern.
The thrill of participating personally in this historical process makes many Federation citizens very excited. At this mont, they all beco staunch advocates for war, never having hoped for the outbreak of war as much.
Since the current peace is rely a sham, a war will inevitably break out in the future, then there should be a hidden confrontation between Gafura and the Federation.
Yet, under this subtle adversarial relationship, so Gafura products or services have quickly beco popular in the Federation, even becoming a phenonon.
For example, so new clothing accessory brands have almost beco the most trending topic right now.
"Many of their shops say they’ve served Emperor Gafura for many years, and they never sell ready-made clothes, only accept custom orders."
"I’ve heard that so of their orders have already been scheduled until the end of this year, can you comprehend how exaggerated that is?"
"They sell things months in advance, those people don’t even consider the fashion elents of the second half of the year anymore!"
Whenever fashion and anything related to fashion are ntioned, Vera’s words noticeably increase, which is also the most common phenonon among Federation won. They often don’t need to shoulder heavy work to do things they like, life’s pressures are mostly on n.
They have ample ti to read magazines and learn about the trending items currently on the market.
It’s not just the Middle Class doing this; the lower society is as well. Those trendy fashion magazines each year are not popular in high society; they target the lower populace.
"What do you think attracts them?", Lynch poured Vera so more wine, the wine flowers and aroma stirred as the red wine fell into the cup were sowhat intoxicating.
Because Vera was married and a bit older than Lynch, sotis when they were alone together, it wasn’t so easy for her to let go.
She’s not like Penny, that young girl, the new-era girl, bold, daring to do anything, playing wildly sotis even surpassing Lynch.
Vera, in her thirties, during the most crucial period of personality building and completing her worldview, the Federation still didn’t have various feminist movents and organizations; she remained the traditional type of woman.
Conservative, introverted, sowhat bashful; if the other half doesn’t force it, they’re more likely to hope to complete essential life behavior in the way of a Priest.
Therefore, at this ti, adding a bit of alcohol was a great adjustnt; under the influence of alcohol, people release so worldly shackles and beco their true selves.
Behind the wine glass, Vera’s complexion was flushed like red wine, and she now and then cupped her hot cheek, "Imperial Family, this word is very alluring!"
She hit the core of Lynch’s question—Imperial Family!
Lynch gave high recognition, "You’re right; the Imperial Family."
"Federation people are actually insecure, no matter how we embellish our past; our history is so short even though we’re incredibly strong today, in so aspects, we’ll never surpass others."
"History, unique culture, societal thoughts!"
He held the wine glass and shook it gently, the bright red wine stained the glass walls in circles and then slowly fell, "Therefore, people will subconsciously want to ’dress up’ themselves in so way."
The Federation’s capitalists don’t admit their admiration for Gafura’s aristocracy; they are self-deceiving. From the special status of the Akiner Clan in the Federation, it is evident that Federation upper society really eats up the "aristocracy thing."
Aristocrats, no matter how impoverished, are still aristocrats; even the wealthiest commoners are still commoners; this gap isn’t sothing that can be crossed just by having money or power.
They might not orally admit it, but in their hearts, they envy greatly.
Just like now, as soon as brands that specifically serve aristocrats and the Imperial Family appear in the Federation, they’re crazily adored, and they want to use money to bridge this gap.
But they don’t realize they can’t bridge it.
Vera felt sowhat emotional, Lynch understands so much, giving her a strange feeling, as if he knows everything and nothing can stump him.
This is a kind of worshipful emotion at play, magnified under the influence of alcohol, reflecting deep into the heart.
"You know so much!", she said complintarily with a smile, "I’m not flattering, I’m sincere."
With so alcohol, the conversation flowed more naturally, and the two drank a bit more together.
As Lynch set down the wine glass, he suddenly said, "Let’s go get you so clothes later, don’t rush to refuse."
"Since this thing is starting to trend in the Federation’s high society, it ans that at least until the end of this year, it will beco a new standard."
"You’re setting the standard for others, you represent . You wouldn’t want to embarrass us just because others have it and you don’t, would you?"
Lynch’s persuasive thods were very effective. Vera hesitated for a mont but then didn’t refuse.
It seems she hadn’t turned him down in a long ti while being with Lynch.
A little later, they arrived at the busiest district in Bupen, where several Gafura-branded stores clustered together in the most crowded section of the street.
Clearly "weaker" shops, but by clustering together, they suddenly seed sowhat "stronger".
The two of them entered a clothing store labeled "Serving the Imperial Family for three hundred years", and Lynch couldn’t help but tease, "Look, they’ve been serving the Imperial Family longer than the Federation has existed..."
Two young n passing by on the roadside frowned but ultimately did nothing.
Upon entering the store, soone blocked their way, "Sorry, sir and madam, we only serve mbers here..."
"You don’t recognize ?" Lynch interrupted him, "I’ll give you another chance to think it over."
The greeter was stunned for a mont, then took a closer look at Lynch with a sowhat surprised expression, and stepped aside, "I apologize, Baron, I must apologize for my earlier rudeness!" he said, bowing.
Lynch raised his hand slightly, "Can I go in now?"
The greeter had already moved aside and was still bowing, "Of course, sir."
Vera, arm in arm with Lynch, walked into the store sowhat perplexed. She also saw the greeter pull a red velvet rope across the door to prevent others from entering.
As soon as they entered the lobby of the clothing store, one man and two won dressed in traditional Gafura butler and servant attire approached, with the male butler even wearing a wig.
One has to say, people from the Federation are suckers for this kind of thing.
The butler, clearly more discerning than the greeter at the door, greeted them with a humble smile and a Gafura-accented common language, and led them to the parlor to sit down.
They were the only two in the entire store, and shortly after they sat down, various teas and pastries were brought out, even the store’s tailor ca out proactively.
"It’s an honor to serve you and this lady, Baron..." said the glasses-wearing, sixty-year-old tailor, bowing, which surprised Vera even more.
She whispered in Lynch’s ear, "Did they mistake you for soone else?"
"Or is there sothing I don’t know about?"
Lynch being ennobled as a baron wasn’t widely publicized within the Federation. Undoubtedly, this was Emperor Gafura’s way of provoking Lynch and the Federation President.
Your diplomatic personnel have been ennobled as imperial nobles, who is more ashad?
Without a doubt, for the shaless, it doesn’t matter, but for the Federation, this is definitely not sothing to boast about.
So it was handled with low-key restraint dostically, barely covered by the news, and the lower-class society was completely unaware of this, while those in high society who were qualified to know didn’t bother promoting it.
Lynch smiled, keeping an air of mystery is the best spice for relationships. He looked at the tailor and said, "I’d like to make a set of sumr clothing, fall clothing, and winter clothing for the lady beside ."
"Of course!" The tailor invited Vera to stand up, asured so personal data, and created a file, then ca over with a few notebooks.
"These are the most popular styles in Gafura this year, feel free to choose at leisure..." The tailor stepped aside after speaking, which made Vera a bit uncomfortable.
Having lived in a country where freedom and equality were as sweet as strawberries for so long, experiencing the effects of class distinctions all of a sudden was unsettling for her.
At the sa ti, the many catalogs before her were a bit overwhelming, "We’re only choosing three sets?"
Lynch whispered in her ear, "Each set has many pieces: work attire, casual wear, evening dress..."
The breath from his words tickled Vera’s ear, stirring the fine hairs, making her shrink her neck, "It’s ticklish..."
Choosing styles was a bit of a lengthy process, especially when the chooser had their own perspective.
It wasn’t until after ten o’clock that the two of them returned to the villa.
Their arrival stirred the young boy who had been waiting for Vera’s return; dressed in pajamas, he stood expectantly on the second floor, and when the lights ca on, there was Lynch as well as Vera.
He paused for a mont, then suddenly yawned, "I just got up to go to the bathroom. Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Mr. Lynch..."
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