Chapter 1632: Love at First Sight

The other half hadn't woken up, and seeing him, he was drunk again.

In a state between drunk and sober, Gelin's gaze seemed to linger permanently on the other's sexy yet unapproachable cheeks.

Seeing Gelin's dazed expression, Count William chuckled and said, "This is my niece, Natasha; she wants to find a war hero and learn about his past experiences."

"I wonder which of you two has some free time?"

"To keep my niece company and have a good chat," Count William said with a smile.

Natasha revealed a slight smile, looked at the two of them, and waved her hand: "Hi."

"I heard from my uncle that both of you have participated in countless wars, and I would like to learn about the situation on the battlefield to write something."

"May I ask... do you have any free time?" Natasha smiled.

Qiaozhi said apologetically, "Sorry, I probably don't have any free time during this period."

"However, I think my best comrade-in-arms, Gelin, definitely has enough time recently to be able to help you."

Qiaozhi glanced at Gelin, and seeing him still wearing a dazed look, he helplessly patted him on the back.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Gelin sober up instantly.

Gelin was stunned; looking at his goddess, who was actually looking at him with an expectant gaze, he was momentarily bewildered and looked blankly at Qiaozhi.

Qiaozhi whispered a reminder: "She needs a war hero."

A war hero?

Am I not a war hero!

Gelin suddenly reacted, his body straightening up unconsciously, and he said with a very sharp and mature look in his eyes: "Beautiful lady, it is my honor to be of service to you."

Seeing Gelin change from his previous dazed state to his current spirited appearance, a smile appeared on Natasha's sexy face.

"Thank you."

Gelin talked incessantly about his own affairs on the battlefield.

Like when the troops had no food, how he managed to find a group of small squirrels through a single potato, and then found a patch of potatoes.

Or those French people they had once captured.

How they gave their cooking a kind of long bread called a baguette.

The taste was superb.

Compared to their French combat standards, the French might have even greater skills in the kitchen.

Every time, he successfully made Natasha, this goddess who was not easily approached, bloom with smiles.

Count William, standing to the side, felt quite surprised.

This niece of his was very cold to people, offering only shallow smiles.

He had never seen a man who could make her burst into belly-aching laughter, even disregarding the elegant posture she had learned, opening her mouth very rudely and emitting a sound as pleasant as silver bells.

Natasha looked at Gelin; his sense of humor successfully ignited her interest.

While Gelin was recounting the humor of the battlefield, she would look from time to time at Qiaozhi, who was beside them—this famous combat hero of Fojilisi who possessed a heavy, melancholy temperament.

This temperament was not friendly to Natasha.

Just after Gelin finished telling an interesting story, Natasha stared at Gelin and issued an invitation.

"Mr. Gelin, may I invite you to dance the last dance of the evening?"

Hearing these words, the corners of Gelin's mouth turned up; feeling as if his dream had come true, he grinned and said: "It is my honor."

Gelin took Natasha's hand and walked toward the dance floor.

Dancing with the goddess, Gelin's eyes were filled with excitement.

Count William smiled and shook his head; he looked at Qiaozhi, who was alone again, and sighed: "My niece greatly admires our Fojilisi combat hero."

Qiaozhi looked at the backs of Gelin and Natasha as they left and said with a faint smile: "But it seems now that her interest in Gelin is greater."

Count William smiled and did not answer; he had said everything that needed to be said.

What followed would depend on what Qiaozhi's choice was.

Qiaozhi finished his last glass of whiskey and said goodbye to William; the ball had not yet ended.

But the person Qiaozhi missed in his heart was no longer at the ball.

There was no need for Qiaozhi to continue staying here.

It was better to leave.

Seeing Qiaozhi's departing back, William sighed deeply, but he did not stop him, letting Qiaozhi leave.

A sleepless night.

When he saw Gelin again the next day, Qiaozhi was inexplicably curious about what had happened last night.

Why were there two large dark circles under Gelin's eyes?

Gelin said he was very exhausted last night, and Gelin understood instantly why windows would be covered in white frost during the winter.

Gelin sighed and lamented: "A cold woman also has a wild side."

Gelin slumped in his chair, filled with emotion.

"Last night, I heard you left early and didn't..." Gelin made a gesture that every man understands.

Qiaozhi looked at Gelin with a calm expression.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Gelin looked at Qiaozhi awkwardly and smiled.

Qiaozhi brushed aside the previous awkward atmosphere and continued: "I heard that woman has a curse on her; she is a widow and has two children."

Qiaozhi said calmly: "Gelin, my plantation is very large, enough for you to sleep there forever without ever being disturbed by anyone, and no one would even know."

Hearing Qiaozhi's undisguised threat, the smile on Gelin's face stiffened.

He hurriedly explained: "Don't misunderstand; I just wanted to tell you that she seems to have encountered trouble—her husband's younger brother has come to cause her trouble."

"He even wanted to possess her and make her his Mistress."

Upon hearing these words, Qiaozhi's expression turned cold in an instant.

It stripped away the last trace of warmth from the winter sun.

Gelin was wearing a leather coat, yet he felt a chill from within his heart.

He trembled all over, looked at Qiaozhi, and kindly handed him a note.

"This is her address, but it might not be appropriate for you to show your face."

Qiaozhi snatched the note, leaped onto his horse, and rode away.

……

At this time, in Europe.

Prague, Austria.

The main urban area had already been controlled by Teresa, but at the same time, her identity was exposed.

Liangduo passed the news to Weikeduo, and Weikeduo sent an army to protect Teresa.

Taking advantage of the situation, Teresa used this troop to restrain the refugees who could not be managed.

Regarding the issue of food, the Method Teresa thought of was to divide and rule.

The main city of Prague certainly needed to be rebuilt, but not right now.

Prague could not be rebuilt at present; amidst the war, Austria simply had no way to spare the energy to rebuild Prague.

However, these refugees had to be properly settled.

Although the food collected by the Holy Cross Army using the church had already been distributed.

But with the massive number of refugees, this food was clearly not enough.

Although this was the wealth accumulated by the refugees over many years, it could not possibly be enough when distributed.

The invisible profits swallowed up in this process were immeasurable.