The ancient Silver Castle has been completely repaired, the shrubs and flower beds have been properly pruned, the centuries-old classical columns and arcades have been decorated with bright garlands, and the curtains painted with imperial emblems hang from the second floor of the castle. 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, inside and outside. The main hall of the castle is the place for the internal banquet, with more gorgeous decorations and stricter etiquette regulations. Representatives of nobles, merchants, churches and citizens attended.
Obviously, Rebecca prefers the lively atmosphere in the courtyard.
The girl was forced to change into a court dress for formal occasions, but the graceful and luxurious dress could not stop her beating heart. She ran back and forth between the flower beds and fountains in front of the Silver Castle. Everything about her seemed extremely curious—the last time she came, she was still a down-and-out nobleman in the southern border, and her ancestors were in charge all the way, so she didn't dare to run around in the Silver Fort, and she had to be careful even if she looked around more. But today... No one can control her anymore.
At least except for the two elders, no one in this castle dared to control her anymore.
"The shrubs in the north are really different from those in the south. They are very rare in our country—it's very difficult to feed," Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, while grabbing the branches and leaves of the shrubs around the flower bed, she was different from the maid next to her. Stop, "Recently, the druids at the college are studying the transplantation of north-south plants. They want to toss out more cold-resistant crops... Do you know the agronomy team?"
The maid next to Rebecca was a blond girl in her twenties. The latter looked helpless at the moment, looked around with a trace of nervousness, bent down and carefully reminded: "Your Highness... please don't leave these plants too close, your skirt…”
"Hey, it's okay, I'll just wear it for today anyway," Rebecca waved her hand, "Compared to this, would you use leaves as a whistle?"
The blond maid froze for a moment, showing a troubled look: "... Your Highness, I'm very sorry, I won't."
"You can't do this, why not Betty... Speaking of which, where's Betty?" Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who came with her, she looked up curiously, and asked casually while searching, "Hey , have you seen Betty?"
The maid tried her best to follow Her Royal Highness's train of thought, and realized after a while that the other party was talking about the little maid who looked a little dazed: "Betty's words... I saw her dazed by the fountain just now."
While answering, the maid couldn't help muttering in her heart. She couldn't understand how the little maid who seemed to be out of her mind was elected as the chief maid of the inner court, and her position was even higher than herself—that dull The little girl didn't know anything about court etiquette, and her reaction was so slow that it was worrying. It seemed that it was the first time for her to come to a place with so many people, and she didn't know where to stand. Or a place like a fountain in a daze...
But it is really incomprehensible that such an unresponsive little girl should be loved by the new royal family.
She was halfway confused here when she saw Rebecca stretch her neck and glance towards the fountain. Her Royal Highness's next move made the maid almost startled—Rebecca raised her hand, and it was a bright Dazzling fireballs take to the sky...
"Your Highness! You..."
Amidst the blond maid's exclamation, a bright fireball had exploded over the courtyard, and the magical flames formed a string of clear and neat letters in midair: Betty, come here.
After a while, under the dumbfounded gaze of the maid, the little maid named Betty quickly ran over from a short distance, and bowed vigorously in front of Rebecca: "Miss, did you call me?"
The blond maid wanted to remind the new head maid that Rebecca should be called His Highness instead of "Miss", but the two girls in front of her stopped talking to her—Rebecca and Betty squatted on the ground together , the two of them grabbed several leaves from the bushes and folded them into leaf whistles. You blew them one by one, laughing and laughing together...
Gawain guessed whose masterpiece it was when he saw a ball of fire exploded into a string of letters. He took the amber to follow the direction where the fireball flew, and he found the girl who was squatting on the ground with Betty and blowing leaves. Rebecca, beside them stood a bewildered blond girl in maid costume.
"Your Majesty," the maid who was in a daze saw Gao Wen's appearance, and immediately became more at a loss and became nervous, "Your Highness, she..."
Before she finished speaking, Rebecca jumped up in surprise: "Wow! The ancestors are here!"
Betty, on the other hand, was half a beat behind and stood up, "Master... Ah, Your Majesty."
The always unresponsive girl remembered the correct address just in time—although she got it wrong the first time.
"It's okay, let's relax today." Gawain couldn't help feeling better when he saw Rebecca, who had changed into a court dress in front of him, but her temperament was not restrained by the dress at all. He waved his hand, "Just try your best." Don't throw fireballs, there will be mages floating and patrolling over the castle after nightfall, except for the magical fireworks in specific areas, the fireballs you throw out suddenly like this are easy to blow people down."
"Oh, got it..."
Gao Wen smiled and nodded, then looked at the bewildered, dazed blonde girl next to him: "Are you the original maid in Silver Castle?"
The blonde girl quickly lowered her head: "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Relax and get used to it. If you are willing to continue working for the new royal family, you should get used to a life with fewer rules."
"... yes, Your Majesty."
Gao Wen grunted and was about to leave here, but just as he was about to take a step, Rebecca stopped him: "That's right, my lord ancestor, I heard that the body of the black-haired maid next to Duchess Victoria is a black dragon, is it true?" Is it?"
"Who did you hear it from?" Gao Wen stopped and looked at Rebecca in surprise, "Although this news is not kept secret...but it should not be made public, right?"
"I heard from Philip, and there are quite a few soldiers talking about it."
"...That's right, there were a lot of witnesses that day," Gawain nodded. "That's right, her name is Maggie, and she is a black dragon, but she doesn't intend to spread the word. Why are you suddenly interested in this?"
"Ah, I'm just a little curious. There are dragons living with humans..." Rebecca blinked her eyes, her face full of curiosity and inquiry, "I heard that the magic of dragons is very powerful. You said that Maggie can also speak dragon Is it magic?"
"It's hard to say, maybe it will, but it seems to be weaker than normal dragons," Gawain said casually, and then reminded, "It's not good to talk about this behind the scenes. You can ask her in person, but be polite. , there seems to be something 'problematic' about her dragon blood, if she doesn't want to say it, don't be too offensive."
Rebecca nodded vigorously, her face serious: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm being polite!"
To be honest, Gao Wen really doubted how credible the girl's "polite" was. After all, according to Hetty, the two worst subjects for Rebecca back then were etiquette and history. Nearly one-third of the girl's education expenses were spent on the medical expenses of the teachers of these two classes, but after thinking about it, Rebecca just didn't meet the standard in the etiquette class, and "politeness" should still be fine...
After all, the "ceremony" in the eyes of the nobles and the "politeness" of the public have split to some extent. Rebecca is a girl who bows her head when she sees civilians who are older than herself, but she is so easy-going and friendly. Modesty in the orthodox etiquette code is the expression of "impertinence and dullness"...
The "ritual norms" of the upper class and the life order of the lower class are severely separated. To a certain extent, this is actually an imbalance in the social structure and a harbinger and characteristic of contradictions at all levels of society. From this point of view, Rebecca's " It's a good thing that she failed the "Etiquette" class, which allowed her to accept many of the equality concepts instilled by Gao Wen without adapting...
Perhaps Gawain should be thankful that Rebecca's family had financial difficulties when he was a child, so that Viscount Cecil and Hetty were unable to hire this girl an etiquette teacher with both civil and military skills, otherwise his education of Rebecca would be difficult now. There was another layer of headaches.
With a slight smile, Gao Wen 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 that Amber was pinching a folded leaf. The latter brought the leaf to his lips, and blew it hard again, making a loud whistle.
"You too?"
"It's not difficult."
"Who taught you this?"
"My adoptive father."
While talking, Amber squeezed the leaf whistle in her hand, flattened her lips, and threw it away casually.
"Children like to play with this..." she muttered, "It's just that when I suddenly saw Rebecca and Betty playing, I remembered that I could do it myself, so I just folded one."
Gao Wen glanced at Amber silently, and said nothing, but turned his head and looked in the direction of the fountain square ahead.
A group of aristocratic men and ladies in gorgeous costumes gathered in the small square, but the focus of the crowd was a little old man in a gray robe, with messy hair and beard, hunched over with a hippie smile on his face, and the latter was blushing in the crowd He talked eloquently, causing the noble men around him to nod frequently, and the ladies and ladies smiled from time to time.
Gawain guessed that Pittman must be selling his deceitful things again—either fake medicines that will not kill people, or useless amulets. Few of his bluffing things will be taken seriously, but he stands against the empire The title of chief druid and master researcher is always accompanied by people here.
Gao Wen turned to look at Amber: "You haven't talked to Pittman yet, have you?"
"...not yet," Amber paused, seemingly with a hint of nervousness and hesitation, "I... was busy arranging security before, so I didn't have time..."
"We all have time now, and Pittman looks like he has time," Gawain said. "Let's talk."
Amber raised her head: "Are you going with me?"
Gao Wen smiled, did not answer, and walked straight forward with Amber.
The crowd near the fountain noticed Gawain's figure, bowed and retreated to the sides, leaving Pittman standing there. The old druid raised his head, clapped his hands, and opened his hands to Gawain with a smile: "When you come, my business is gone."
"Let's talk about your business later," Gao Wen said, pushing Amber half a step forward, "Don't you have something to give to her?"
"Leave it to me?" Amber froze for a moment, then turned to look at Gao Wen with wide eyes.
"Your Majesty sent me a letter a few days ago, talking about your adoptive father and your background." Pittman looked at Amber, with a smile on his wrinkled face, "He told me that some secrets are better not Put it in the coffin, and I told him that I have something to pass on to you... "
Amber's gaze moved between Gao Wen and Pittman, and finally landed on Pittman: "It's... what?"
Pittman sighed softly, and the wrinkles on his face twitched. He seemed to want to maintain his smiling face that he had maintained for decades, but this expression turned a little funny in the end. He fumbled in his inner pocket and took out a dilapidated notebook.
"That guy Surrey Randolph left it to you, and he said he could give it to you if he didn't have to worry about royal killers and pursuers any more," Pittman said slowly, "but I once I have hesitated whether to do this, because the content on it may not be acceptable to you. 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 notebook, her expression showed a hint of hesitation. It seemed that the secret that had been concealed for decades was suddenly presented in front of her eyes, which made the half-elf's mind blank for a moment. She forgot to ask , Forgot to question, just subconsciously took what Pittman handed over, and before she opened it, Pittman's voice came again.
"After reading it, I'll tell you how I met your adoptive father back then."
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