"I heard that you recently published a history of customs," said Fabolte.

"It's a history of Ulster customs," Bains said quickly.

"What's there there that's worthy of your biography?" Georgiana asked casually.

"Ulster is a hop city."

"I think we won't drink beer today. How about some champagne?" Fabolte said. "It would be best paired with steamed clams in white wine. This is a specialty of Brussels."

"What time is it now?" Georgiana asked, looking out at the bright sky.

"I will arrange this!" Fabolte said happily, as if he was a gourmet.

Georgiana didn't know what to say for a moment.

What will the social experts say at this time?

"Maybe we can dig out pearls from inside." She said desperately.

"Not all shells have pearls, madam." Just when a scholar was about to correct her, the Genoese who was particularly enthusiastic about Georgiana shouted, "There is champagne today."

These dignitaries were not short of champagne, but they enthusiastically responded to the atmosphere and cheered loudly.

What's more, what's more worthy of celebrating with champagne than victory and peace?
Chapter completed!