The ancient Silver Castle was completely renovated, the shrubs and flower beds were properly pruned, the centuries-old classical columns and arcades were decorated with bright garlands, and the curtains with the imperial emblem were painted on the second floor of the castle. It hangs to the ground, and in the large courtyard in front of the main castle, the venue for the evening banquet is ready -
The dinner after the coronation ceremony will be divided into two parts, the inner and outer parts. The main hall of the castle is The place where the internal banquet is held has more gorgeous decorations and stricter etiquette regulations. The courtyard in front of the castle is the external banquet, which will invite all royal nobles, business representatives, church and citizen representatives to participate.
Obviously, Rebecca prefers the lively atmosphere in the courtyard.
The girl was forced to put on a long palace dress for formal occasions, but the elegant dress could not stop her beating heart. She was between the flower beds and fountains in front of the Silver Castle. Running around, she seemed extremely curious about everything here - the last time she came here, she was still a down-and-out little noble in the southern border, and her ancestors were there to support her all the way. She didn't dare to run around in Silver Castle, even You have to be careful when you look around, but today... no one can control her.
At least except for the two elders, no one in this castle dares to care about her.
"Shrubs in the north are really different from those in the south. These things are rare over there - they are particularly difficult to feed." Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, grabbing the branches and leaves of the shrubs around the flower bed. While chatting with the maid next to me, Baba, "Recently, the druids at the college have been studying the transplantation of plants from the north to the south. They want to produce more cold-resistant crops... Do you know about the agronomy team?"
The maid following Rebecca was a blonde girl in her twenties. The latter looked helpless at the moment, and looked around with a hint of nervousness. She bent down and carefully reminded: "Your Highness... Please don’t get too close to the grass and trees, your skirt...”
“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll just wear it for today anyway,” Rebecca waved her hand, “Compared to this, you will use leaves as a whistle. "?"
The blond maid was stunned for a moment and looked embarrassed: "...Your Highness, I'm very sorry, I can't do it."
"You can't do it now, you might as well do it." Where is Betty... Speaking of which, where is Betty?" Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who came with her. She looked up curiously and asked casually, "Hey, have you seen Betty?"
The maid followed Her Highness the Princess's train of thought, and after a moment of reaction, she realized that the other party was talking about the little maid who looked a little dazed: "What Betty said... I just saw her dazed by the fountain."
As she answered, the maid couldn't help but murmur in her heart. She couldn't understand how that little maid who seemed to have a bad brain could be selected as the head maid of the inner court, and her position was even higher than her own. One head taller - that stupid little girl knows nothing about court etiquette, and her reaction time is worryingly slow. She even seems to be the firstWhen there are so many people at one time, I don’t know where to stand at all. When no one greets me, I just sit in a flower bed or a fountain and other places in a daze...
But he is such a slow-witted little kid. It is really hard to understand that this girl would be deeply loved by the new royal family.
She was just halfway confused when she saw Rebecca stretching her neck and glancing in the direction of the fountain. Her Highness the Princess’s next move made the maid almost jump in shock——Rebecca With a wave of his hand, a bright and dazzling fireball flew into the sky...
"Your Highness! You..."
In the exclamation of the blonde maid, the bright fireball It had exploded over the courtyard, and the magical flames formed a string of clear and neat letters in mid-air: Betty, come here.
After a while, under the dumbfounded gaze of the maid, the little maid named Betty ran over from a short distance away and bowed vigorously in front of Rebecca: "Miss, please call me. ?”
The blond maid wanted to remind the new head maid that Rebecca should now be addressed as “Your Highness” instead of “Miss”, but the two girls in front of her stopped paying attention to her— —Rebecca and Betty squatted on the ground together. They grabbed several leaves from the shrubs and folded them into leaf whistles. You and I blew them again and again, laughing together...
When Gawain saw a ball of fire exploding into a string of letters, he guessed whose masterpiece it was. He took Amber and followed the direction where the fireball flew. Sure enough, he found Gawain who was squatting on the ground blowing leaves with Betty. Rebecca, and next to them stood a confused-looking blonde girl wearing a maid's costume.
"Your Majesty," the maid who was in a dazed state suddenly became more confused and nervous when she saw Gawain appear, "Your Majesty, she..."
Before she finished speaking, Rui Beka had already jumped up in exclaim: "Wow! The ancestor is here!"
Betty slowed down for a moment and stood up too: "Master...ah, Your Majesty."
This girl who was always slow to respond actually remembered the correct name in time - although she still called it wrong the first time.
"It doesn't matter, just relax today." Gawain couldn't help but feel good when he saw Rebecca, who had changed into a palace dress, but her temperament was not restricted by the dress at all. Waving his hand, "Just try not to throw fireballs. After nightfall, there will be mages floating over the castle to patrol. Except for the magic fireworks in specific areas, the fireballs you throw out suddenly can easily blow people down."
"Oh, I see..."
Gawain smiled and nodded, then looked at the helpless and dazed blonde girl next to him: "You are the original maid in Silver Castle, right? "
The blonde girl quickly lowered her head: "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Relax and get used to it. If you are willing to continue to serve the new royal family, you should get used to this. A life with fewer rules."
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
Gawain hummed and prepared to leave, but as he was about to take a step, Rebecca called him: "Yes, yes, my ancestors, I heard that the black-haired maid next to Duchess Victoria is actually a Black dragon, is it true?"
"Who did you hear this from?" Gawain stopped and looked at Rebecca in surprise, "Although this news is not confidential... Isn't it public?"
"I heard from Philip that there are still many soldiers talking about it."
"...Yes, there were many witnesses that day," Gawain nodded. head, "Yes, her name is Maggie, and she is a black dragon, but she has no intention of spreading it around. Why are you suddenly interested in this?"
"Ah, I'm just curious, there is a dragon. Living with humans..." Rebecca blinked, with a look of curiosity and inquiry on her face, "I heard that dragon magic is very powerful, do you think Maggie can also use dragon language magic?"
"It's hard to say, maybe, but it seems to be weaker than a normal dragon," Gawain said casually, and then reminded, "It's not good to talk about this behind her back. You can ask her in person, but be careful. To be polite, there seems to be some 'problem' with her dragon blood. If she doesn't want to say it, don't be too offended."
Rebecca nodded vigorously, with a serious face: "Don't worry, don't worry. "I'm so polite!"
To be honest, Gawain really doubted the credibility of this girl's "so polite" statement. After all, according to Hetty, Rebecca was The two worst subjects were etiquette and history. At that time, nearly one-third of the girl's education funds were spent on the medical expenses of the teachers of these two subjects. But on second thought, Rebecca just did not meet the standards in the etiquette class. , "Courtesy" should still be no problem...
After all, the "courtesy" in the eyes of the nobles and the "courtesy" of the public have been split to some extent. Rebecca is a person who sees A girl who lowers her head to say hello to common people who are older than her, but her simplicity and humility are a manifestation of "rudeness and stupidity" in the orthodox etiquette norms...
The "etiquette norms" of the upper class and The life order of the lower class has been severely fragmented. To a certain extent, this is actually an imbalance in the social structure and a precursor and characteristic of conflicts at all levels of society. From this point of view, Rebecca's failure in the "etiquette" class is a matter of course. A good thing, this allowed her to accept many of the equality concepts instilled by Gawain without having to adapt...
Perhaps Gawain should be thankful that Rebecca's family had financial difficulties when she was a child, so that Viscount Cecil and Hetty failed to hire an etiquette teacher with both civil and military skills for this girl, otherwise he would now have another level of headache in Rebecca's education.
With a smile, Gawain took Amber across the flower bed in the courtyard. On the way to the open space, he heard a loud whistle coming from beside him.
He turned his head slightly and saw Amber holding a folded leaf. The latter brought the leaf to his lips and blew it hard again, making a loud whistle.
"You can do it too?"
"It's not difficult."
"Who taught you?"
"My adoptive father."
As Amber spoke, he pinched the leaf whistle in his hand, flattened his lips, and threw it away.
"Children only like to play with this..." she muttered, "but I suddenly saw Rebecca and Betty playing, and remembered that I could do it, so I folded one."
p>Gawain glanced at Amber silently and said nothing. Instead, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the fountain square ahead.
A group of noble men and ladies in gorgeous clothes gathered in the small square. The focus of the crowd was a little old man wearing a gray robe, with messy hair and beard, hunched over and with a playful smile on his face. The latter was talking loudly in the crowd with his face glowing, causing the noble men around him to nod frequently, and the ladies and ladies to smile from time to time.
Gawain guessed that Pitman must be selling his deceptive stuff again - either a fake medicine that can't kill people, or a useless amulet. There are not many people with his deceptive stuff. He would take it seriously, but with his reputation as the empire's chief druid and master researcher, there are always people to support him here.
Gawain turned to look at Amber: "You haven't talked to Pitman yet, have you?"
"...Not yet," Amber paused, seemingly with a trace of Nervous and hesitant, "I... was busy arranging security and didn't have time..."
"Now we all have time, and Pittman seems to have a lot of time," Gao Wen said, "Go Let’s talk.”
Amber raised his head and said, “Are you coming with me?”
Gawain smiled, didn’t answer, and walked forward with Amber.
The crowd near the fountain noticed Gawain's figure, bowed and retreated to both sides, leaving only Pitman standing there. The old druid raised his head, clapped his hands, and faced Gao Wen. Wen spread his hands and smiled: "When you come here, all my business is gone."
"Let's talk about your business later," Gawain said, pushing Amber forward slightly. Step, "Don't you have something to give to her?"
"Give it to me?" Amber was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Gawain with wide eyes.
"His Majesty sent me a letter a few days ago, talking about your adoptive father and your origin." Pitman looked at Amber, with a smile on his wrinkled face, "He and I Said, some secrets are best not to be brought into the coffin, so I told him that I have something to pass on to you..."
Amber's eyes moved between Gawain and Pitman, and finally It fell on Pittman: "It's...what?"
Pittman sighed softly, and the wrinkles on his face twitched. He seemed to want to maintain the same attitude that he had maintained for decades. He had a playful face, but his expression turned a little funny in the end. Then he reached out and dug into the inner pocket of his robe, and took out a rather worn-out book.notes.
"This is what that guy Sally Randolph left for you. He said that if one day, you no longer have to worry about the killers and pursuers of the royal family, he can give this to you," Pittman said slowly Said, "But I once hesitated whether to do this, because the content above may not be easy for you to accept. I once wanted to take it into the coffin... But His Majesty told me that you have the right to Know your own life experience."
When Amber took the note, there was a trace of hesitation on his face. It seemed that the secret that had been hidden for decades suddenly appeared in front of him, which made this half-sister. The elf's mind went blank for a moment. She forgot to ask or question, and just subconsciously took what Pitman handed over. Before she turned it over, Pitman's voice came again.
"After reading this, I will tell you how I met your adoptive father back then."