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Chapter 132 - 132 102 Peach Blossom Luck Romantic Tribulation_3

132: Chapter 102, Peach Blossom Luck, Romantic Tribulation_3 132: Chapter 102, Peach Blossom Luck, Romantic Tribulation_3 As for the romantic notion of aristocracy, it’s best to court wealthy widows.

Otherwise, it’s quite easy to end up dead.

Especially, these unmarried noble ladies, once you cross their line, you will likely end up entangled with them.

If you don’t have sufficient status and position to support a mistress, it’s better to behave yourself.

Otherwise, you risk ruining your reputation, and it may affect your chances of marriage alliances in the future.

Hudson has high standards for his other half, requiring her to be appealing, intelligent, and well-behaved.

As for being equally matched in social status, that goes without saying.

These noble ladies here mostly meet his standards.

Anyone who doesn’t have sufficient social status simply wouldn’t fit into this circle.

“Viscount Orlan is here!”

Someone announced, drawing the attention of everybody present.

Hudson, being tactful, quickly took the opportunity to escape the crowd of noble ladies.

“Welcome everyone to today’s banquet, let’s raise our glasses to our noblest guest, Baron Hudson!”

The voice of Viscount Orlan echoed, and Hudson, who had just blended into the crowd, had to step up to the front again.

“Thank you for Viscount Orlan’s warm hospitality and thank all of you for coming today…”

A series of polite remarks flowed effortlessly from Hudson’s lips, regardless of whether they were suitable for the occasion, as long as they sounded nice.

In the world of nobles, the most forgiving place for misspeaking is at banquets.

As long as the speech was not intentionally provocative, minor imperfections in language are overlooked.

After all, after a few glasses of wine, it is quite common for people to lose their inhibition.

Some people with low tolerance, often reveal shocking secrets when intoxicated.

Most of the time, as long as it does not involve oneself, everyone treats it as a joke.

Meddling is not the style of a proper noble.

…

“Again, I welcome Baron Hudson, this is my daughter Melissa, a beginner water magician, who just returned from the Royal Magic Academy.”

Viscount Orlan introduced earnestly.

Looking at the somewhat shy girl before him, Hudson found it hard to associate her with a magician.

The formal introduction at such an occasion made him overthink.

Is the old man in front of him trying to make him his son-in-law?

This isn’t impossible.

Although there’s a huge difference between a viscount and a baron, Hudson isn’t just any baron!

The struggle for the governorship of Layton County has just started, and Hudson, as a strong candidate among the native nobles of the Southeastern Province, stands a good chance.

Though he is a nominal viscount, not a fiefdom viscount, he is sufficient as a marriage alliance.

After all, legitimate nobles can only have one heir, but they can have multiple children.

The Alpha Kingdom has only a few nobles at the level of a fiefdom viscount.

Rather than letting their daughters join the family of a younger son of a viscount, they would better choose a power player like Hudson.

With the innate advantage of being a native, and the support of the Koslow Clan, if another strong relative through marriage is added, Hudson has a great chance of winning the governorship of Layton County.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Melissa,” Hudson greeted politely.

No matter what Viscount Orlan thinks, there’s no loss in meeting a beautiful noble lady.

“Nice to meet you, Baron Hudson.

I’ve heard you’re also a magician, may I ask which school of magic you practice?”

From Melissa’s expression, her interest in “Hudson the Magician” seemed to exceed that in Hudson himself.

“Oh, I wouldn’t call myself a magician.

I merely have a fundamental understanding of magic.

Perhaps because I share the talents of a magical pet, I find it easier to practice earth magic.”

In front of a professional, Hudson dared not brag about being self-taught.

If magic practice was that simple, the streets would be littered with magicians.

To avoid further questioning, he cleverly shifted the topic to the young bear.

After all, since he acquired magic through talent-sharing with the magical pet, lack of common knowledge about magic would be excusable.

“Baron Hudson, you’re so lucky to have an Earth Bear as your magical pet.

I wonder how you tamed it?

If it’s not too much to ask, could you please share some tips?

My tutor has ventured into the Magical Beast Mountain Range seven times to acquire a magical pet but has come back empty-handed every time.

There’s also a few arrogant seniors who ventured into the Magical Beast Mountain Range with guards last year, and they all ended up feeding the magical beasts!

…”

Hearing the girl’s relentless chatter, Hudson suddenly noticed that Viscount Orlan was no longer present.

The surrounding nobles also distanced themselves from the pair, leaving them alone.

Everyone, quite tactfully, refrained from interrupting.

Yet, Hudson found himself flustered by the situation.

As a single man, what was he supposed to do now?

Should he continue discussing magic with Melissa, or talk about magical pets?

The thing is, his knowledge in these areas was rudimentary at best!

Although Hudson also owned a magical pet, Belsden was clearly not a typical Earth Bear, and therefore was not representative.

If he followed his usual way of coaxing Belsden to find a magical pet, the chances are high that he would get fed to a magical beast.

Hudson just wanted to make conversation; he didn’t plan on leading anyone to danger.

“Luck is unpredictable, Miss Melissa, you’re so beautiful, who knows, you might have a magical beast knocking on your door.

Just like my Earth Bear, it actually came to me.

The first time we met, it was in my camp.

As the host, I simply treated it to a big meal, and we became friends.

After this chance encounter, we formed a companion pact.”

Hudson spoke with feigned helplessness.

He didn’t like to brag, but the fantastical technique of coaxing would hurt his dignified image if it were revealed.

He chose to obfuscate on purpose; it was for the best.

From the look of things, Belsden, the bear involved, wouldn’t want things to be disclosed either.

After all, that was a dark part of his life.

If word got out, the age-old reputation of the Earth Bear Tribe would be buried by him.