At night, the castle hall of Chishui City is brightly lit. Attendants walk through the crowd holding wine glasses. Musicians pluck the strings and sing softly. Plates of delicious food are served on the table. red wine.
Aristocratic men and women formed a cluster in twos and threes, holding wine glasses and chatting and laughing. Edith was the focus of everyone's eyes. She was traveling between the clusters of nobles with Count Delta, and seemed to be enjoying all this.
Brian felt that he was out of tune with all of this.
The collar of the bottomed shirt choked his neck, the black coat that tied him made him unable to stretch his arms, not to mention the pointed high-heeled boots on his feet, it was difficult for him to understand how those nobles were wearing such awkward shoes. Swiftly walking on the smooth floor.
Brian couldn't help but envy Fanner. As the guard of the First Army Camp, he at least didn't need to suffer this.
But thinking of what Edith said they represented the face of His Majesty Roland, Brian's waist couldn't help but straighten up again.
Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, "It seems that you are very uncomfortable, is this the first time you have attended this kind of banquet?"
He turned around and saw that it was Sir Sears who had come. The other party was wearing a wide-shouldered dress with a white gauze around his neck, and his aura looked completely different from usual.
"Relax, you don't have to be so nervous."
"I'm not nervous"
"It's not a bad thing," Jazz waved. "Everyone has their own different things, that's normal."
Brian was silent for a moment, "What about Lord Iron Axe?"
"I'm playing the role of a caregiver," Sears pointed to the other side of the hall, "Effie and Miss Sylvie are no less popular than Miss Edith."
Brian looked in the direction he pointed. Although the two of them were wearing dresses that Edith found temporarily, and their expressions were extremely stiff, in terms of appearance, they were a bit prettier than Northland Pearls. "Those people don't know their witch identities, and Lord Iron Axe isn't protecting Miss Witch."
"Oh," Jazz shook his beard, "is that so?"
"To be precise, he is protecting those nobles," Brian nodded. "If Miss Effie gets angry, the people around will suffer."
The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.
"Look, your expression is much more natural now."
"I..." Brian was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, "Thank you."
"Ha, you're welcome," the old man summoned the attendant, held up a glass of wine, and looked at him, "Would you like a glass?"
"No... Your Majesty said that soldiers must not drink alcohol during the mission."
"Not even during breaks?"
"It's the rule."
"Well," he took a sip of his own, "that's a pity."
"Do you think..." Brian hesitated, "is what Miss Edith said true?"
"for example?"
"The knight represents His Majesty when he is outside, and such an invitation should not be refused arbitrarily out of courtesy."
"Um... that's about it." The jazz nodded.
Bryan was suddenly a little frustrated, "I may not be suitable to be a knight, I can't be as relaxed and natural as her in this situation."
"It's normal," the sergeant shrugged, "some people are naturally good at it, and knights who perform well at banquets can indeed bring pride and admiration to the lord, and even diplomatic convenience, but it is not All of the knights. In fact, my son is very bad at communication among nobles."
"You mean... the dawn of dawn?"
"Yes, he rarely interacts with other nobles, and even the lord's invitation is often absent, but no one can deny that he is an excellent knight."
"I didn't know Mr. Filming had such a side," Brian said in surprise.
"You don't know much," laughed Sir Sylt, "he was as stubborn as a stone, and he married a commoner woman in the theatre, which made me so angry that I even broke off with him. But later I found out that I was wrong. As a wife, Ms. Irene is impeccable. Except for not having a family title, she is not much worse than other noble ladies. During that time, it was difficult for the two of them. Persevere." He changed the subject here, "I heard that you fought desperately with the rebels to protect the grain and grass in Border Town?"
"Uh... The one who really stopped them was Lord Nightingale," Brian replied embarrassedly, "If it wasn't for her, I'd probably have died in the basement already."
"But at least you stood up, didn't you? This is already braver than most nobles. There are not a few nobles who have the name of knights and run away when they encounter enemies. I think Your Majesty is willing to canonize you as a knight. It's certainly not your communication skills. As long as you stick to what you do best, it's enough to be a qualified knight."
"I see," Brian couldn't help feeling a little moved, "thank you for what you said to me."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a small talk between the two of us," the ser said, stroking his beard. "When I see you, I can't help but think of Ferrin, and I can't help but talk more."
After a while, Brian asked in a low voice, "What about the other thing Miss Edith said? It's that communication between nobles is boring and boring..."
"You really care about her," the old man looked at him with interest, "could it be..."
"No, no! I'm just curious," Brian hurriedly waved his hand. "When you looked at her, you obviously disapproved of her, but now you look like she's enjoying it."
"Well," the sergeant smacked his lips, "how should I put it, some people can handle everything properly even if they don't like it. I think Miss Edith may be the best among them."
"Can you do well even if you don't like it?"
"It's not unusual," Sir Sears shrugged, "they are very talented, and they are good at countless things. It doesn't mean that they like everything, not to mention that she is the daughter of a duke herself. This kind of communication should be fast for her. It's become an instinct."
"Your Majesty must be in great need of someone like her," Brian sighed.
"Perhaps," the old man was noncommittal, "but it doesn't mean that His Majesty doesn't need other people. As I said before, everyone has different things that they are good at. "Focusing on one point" to the extreme will never be better than "whatever." No matter how much, because a person's energy is always limited. That's why he'll put his attention on you..." He paused, "Since seeing the changes in Neverwinter, I think he's right. "(., Your support is my biggest motivation.) 17-02-15 11:59:56