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"Hey, look behind you during the day, look under you at night, that's right."

My friend Lafasc leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. His words, and the expression on his face that suddenly disappeared,

Because of this, I sat in the chair, crossed my arms, and looked toward the door.

At this moment, the door was open, and in the doorway I saw the sturdy figure of the Duke of Chatelarot. One of my servants, dressed in a red and gold suit, was bending over and taking the Duke of Chatelarot's hat and great cloak.

My friends, who were sitting around my table, were talking and laughing loudly when they saw the arrival of the savior, and then they left as quietly as if they had put out a fire with water. For they had been laughing and laughing about the savior a little while earlier.

A friend of mine who was sitting at the table was making fun of Chatelarot for no other reason than that Chatelarot had gone to Tangidok and had not found a wife, but had returned home in disgrace. My friends were joking around with Chatelarot at the dinner table, calling him “Big Rice Cooker” and so on. At that moment Chatelarot arrived, and everyone was silent. Among us, Chatelarot, who had lost the battle in the battlefield of love, was ashamed of himself and thought that he would never be seen again.

Chatelarot is a member of my circle of friends. Ours is a group of people who are always teasing each other, and if Chatelarot enters this group, he will definitely be ridiculed. I still think that Chatelarot will never meet our group because I am afraid of being ridiculed. But Chatelarot's sudden arrival at my house is a great surprise.

The Duke of Chatelarot stood for a moment at my door. Our company, as if he were a stranger, looked at him with curious eyes, craning their necks. Then Lafass laughed, and they all came smiling. Their smiles were so mocking of Chatelarot that I felt very sorry for Chatelarot, and I had to try to keep him from going.

I suddenly stood up. The chair I was sitting on moved backwards because of my speed. In just two steps I was close to Chatelarot and I reached out to shake his hand. Chatelarot greeted me back with a smile. His greeting was the greeting of someone who had no sadness or disappointment in his heart. Chatelarot then approached the candlelit table. As he did so, he let out a deep sigh.

"I think the nobles were very surprised by my arrival," said Chatelarot in a very sad voice. His tone was one of pain at the entrance of a person as unhappy as he into a happy community.

Shatalarot was a very hot-tempered and harsh person. His servants feared him as the king of hell. He was also a very evil person. In addition to being harsh by nature, Shatalarot was also a duke. He was also very wealthy. Not only that, the king greatly honored Shatalarot and treated him well. Therefore, Shatalarot was a person who held the banner of honor in Zambu. In other words, Shatalarot and I were two people who were competing for the king's favor. He and I were competing in serving the king's will, in other words, we were rivals. However, it was a great surprise to me that Chatelarot spoke to us in such a condescending tone. I never thought that Chatelarot would be so humble after a serious defeat in a love affair.

The Count of Chatelarot began, “I never thought there would be so many people in this house today.” Then he continued, “I went to see the King today, Count Badelli. But the King did not allow me to see him. It is like looking at the moon when you cannot see the sun. Since you cannot see me, I have come to see you.” Then I bowed to Count Badelli and paid my respects. At this point, I understood why the Count of Chatelarot was so upset and upset.

At this I laughed and said, "It is wrong to compare me to the moon. What is the matter? The Moon King is very calm and unmoved. But I am not cold. I will receive the Duke with a warm welcome. Don't tell me that you have come to me because you have not met the Duke. Wouldn't it be better if you came to me as a friend?" I replied in a friendly manner.

“Oh, my lord, the moon is so beautiful. It’s not strange that the palace gave you an adjective like moon. I just realized it now. You are very kind,” he said, bowing his head and paying homage. In fact, I had made a subtle remark, “You came to me without the king’s permission,” but the little girl didn’t seem to notice that.

I laughed and led him to the table. Then I ordered, “Hey... Ahura, quickly get a chair for the Duke. Gillet and Antoine come and ask the Duke what he wants to eat. Bassey, get the Duke some wine. Do it quickly,” I said.

In an instant, my servants began to surround the Duke of Chatelarot with extraordinary care. They seemed to be bees surrounding a flower, and they were even confused. “Duke, would you like this fish dish? Try the peacock dish? Would you like some ham? Bring the turkey dish? This salad is made in the Italian way,” they asked, and they were confused.

The liquor manager, Bassi, had his servant bring a large silver platter with various bottles of liquor, and then approached the Duke of Chatelarot and asked him, "Would you like some white Aramaic, sir? Red Aragon is also good, sir? This Burgundy is our favorite. Or, would you like this wine that has been stored in the cellar of our lord Bardelli for many years?" and so on, making him feel rich.

The Duke of Chatelarot was busy choosing his favorite dishes until he finished. Even after he had made his choice, two servants stood ready behind the Duke's chair, ready to serve him whatever he wanted. The servants looked after him with such care that it was no different from the way His Majesty looked after himself.

However, our circle, which was already quite warm, became a little dry with the arrival of Shatelarot. Because we were courtiers, we were always friendly and talked to each other, but in reality, Shatelarot had no real friends. Therefore, when he entered our circle, my friends were very angry and left.

When Shatalarot sees an opportunity to step on someone, he will step on them for his own benefit. There is hardly anyone who has not been affected by Shatalarot's cunning. Usually, the people who come to my table and eat are only pretend friends. Many people also hate Shatalarot. Shatalarot is at this time in a low state, suffering from the wrath of the King, and I am afraid that one of my friends will take advantage of this opportunity and say something disrespectful to him. If I say something like that, I, the host, will be very hurtful to Shatalarot.

Chatelarot was the subject of the King's wrath. If the news spread, the entire upper class of Paris would turn their backs on Chatelarot. They would become indifferent. In this situation, Chatelarot had come to my house as a guest, and I had the duty to entertain him more cordially than before. Only then would I be able to return to civility. Since he was my rival at court, I treated him with a lowly and humble attitude.