If there is any place in Tanzanite Town where Gao Wen is not so disappointed, and where he can experience a little bit of an exotic style with both classic and elegant beauty, it is only in the wealthy area in the north of the middle of the town—— Several roads and a fence separated this place from the poor areas outside, and decent people with heads and faces lived in this relatively clean and tidy place.
There are beautiful two-story small buildings here, each of which is built with light gray stone and cedar wood. On the balcony extending from the second floor of the small building, dried fish and cured meat are drying, which are symbols of wealthy people.
Although Tanzania is generally just a town, far from the size of a city, people living in rich areas will call themselves glorious and proud citizens.
They were big men who were free, could pay the taxes, and had decent jobs in the towns—that is, ranchers and mine foremen.
Today, as in olden days, these respectable people stand on their balconies where dried fish and cured meat are drying, discussing recent events with their neighbors—everything that is even remotely interesting is worth talking about, The most worth talking about recently is undoubtedly the big event that happened in Cecil's territory.
Tanzania Town and its surrounding areas are the fief of Viscount Andrew, and Cecil and Viscount Andrew are neighbors. Although there is a large desolate area between the prosperous areas of the two territories, they still have official channels, so Even in this era of poor information exchange, what happened in Cecil Territory spread throughout Tanzania Town early on.
First, a group of people like refugees fled to this place under the leadership of a knight and a dozen soldiers, and then the news spread that Cecil Territory was completely submerged and destroyed by a large number of monsters and elemental tides.
This sensational bad news is just like the stories made up by bards. The citizens who lived in the peaceful era for many years did not believe it at first. After entering the town, Viscount Andrew issued an order not only to implement a stricter curfew system, but also to increase the number of patrols in the surrounding areas of the town, so the absurd horror story became a fact.
The townspeople raised the bad news that happened in Cecil Land from a casual talk to... a serious talk.
What started out as an occasional chat when they met in the tavern, now they all need to stand on the balcony and talk about it seriously with the dried fish and cured meat in the background.
And just as these respectable people were talking about the fading Cecil family was finally finished this time, the head of the Cecil family had passed through the rich district and the church district, and entered Viscount Andrew's castle.
No matter how difficult the life of the poor in Tanzania is, Viscount Andrew's house is magnificent. In fact, due to the wealth of the territory itself and the family's ability to collect money, the castle built by the Viscount is far more than that of Rebecca's childhood. The little dilapidated fortress in the town is much prettier.
After announcing the identity of the visitors to the castle, Viscount Andrew's butler invited Gao Wen and others into the castle. They were taken to the spacious and bright living room, where they sat behind a long mahogany table and waited. The Viscount's reception.
Sitting in the large and comfortable velvet chair, looking at the exquisite tea set made of silver, Gawain couldn't help but think of the poor poor people in poor clothes and those shack-like houses outside. It must be admitted that he felt a little disillusioned with this fantasy world of sword and sorcery.
"Master Ancestor," Rebecca, who was sitting next to Gawain, poked her ancestor's elbow quietly, "How shall we introduce you later?"
"Let's just say it as we discussed earlier," Gao Wen said calmly, "Here, we can just make a high profile."
"Ancestor," Heidi also spoke, and at the same time pouted her lips in the direction of Amber, "Do you really think...she is suitable to appear here?"
Amber was sitting opposite Gawain. This half-elf lady was seriously studying the silver tea set in front of her at this time. Her main research method was to pour out the tea, and then stuff the cup into her bosom—when Gawain raised his head Inside, she stuffed another spoon into it.
Gao Wen glared at the opposite side: "Amber!"
"Wow!" Miss Thief exclaimed exaggeratedly, and then took out the things in her arms and put them on the table, including two teacups, three spoons, a silver plate, a pocket watch, a nut, two wine cups and The monocle that the butler just hung on his chest.
Gao Wen: "?!"
Damn, Miss Doraemon, how the fuck did you do it? !
At this moment, Gao Wen couldn't help touching the Pioneer Sword beside him, and sincerely thanked the Thief Saint for not stealing when he was digging his grave...
"She is an important witness of my resurrection," Gao Wen tried hard to hold back the twitch on his face, and said solemnly, "And don't you think it would be easier to do bad things if you put this guy in a place where we can't see it?"
Hetty immediately nodded approvingly.
At this moment, Viscount Andrew finally walked into the living room.
The oak door was pushed open by the attendant, and a thin and tall man walked into the room. He was wearing a close-fitting black long dress, and his short dark brown hair was smeared with balm and stuck to his scalp. The sides stretched out, and his face was pale with a trace of abnormal flush - this kind of sick face is actually very common among nobles, especially those nobles who don't have much talent for magic or martial arts.
In order to experience supernatural power beyond their natural talents, and to enjoy more indulgent pleasures, they will overuse expensive potions to "enhance perception", and the side effects of this potion will be reflected in their faces.
They are even proud of it, and regard the paleness of their faces as one of the symbols of nobility.
At this point, the descendants of Cecil, who still follow the ancestral precepts to hone their skills honestly and rely on their own efforts to practice martial arts (or magic), have become anomalies in the aristocratic circle. But this can’t be helped, after all, the Cecil family has declined, not to mention the priceless potions, Rebecca doesn’t even have the money to repair the holes in the family castle—of course, she doesn’t need to repair it now That hole is broken.
"Ah, the beautiful Miss Hetty, and the equally beautiful Miss Rebecca, I'm really sorry for my lateness," the Viscount Andrew said loudly as soon as he entered the room, his tone was stagnant, and his face seemed to have a smile on his face. With sincere apologies, "But I'm too busy. The bad news that happened in Cecil Territory has spread all over my territory, and the people are panicking. I have to spend most of my time arranging the defense of the territory and listening to patrols team report."
Gao Wen suddenly got goosebumps, and muttered softly: "Do you have to use this kind of aria when you talk to nobles these days?"
Rebecca lowered her voice: "Master Ancestor, wasn't your nobleman like this?"
"We used to get into the tavern while drinking high-quality wine and bragging about business, and then we talked about things by the way."
"...then the customs are indeed different now than they were back then. Of course, Viscount Andrew's way of speaking is indeed... a bit special than others."
"We understand that you should really be busy now," Hetty saw that Rebecca, Cecil's orthodox heir, was busy chatting with her ancestors at this time, completely unaware that she should stand up and respond, and suddenly felt embarrassed. He glared at the latter with resentment, and then stood up, "But I still want to remind you that you should call Rebecca the Viscount, not Miss—she inherited the family's title as early as last year. In other occasions, you should call her Viscount Rebecca or Viscount Cecil."
The nobles in this world seem to have less strict rules when addressing their titles in general. They can be named before the title, or their surname.
Rebecca was glared at by Hetty, and then she stood up belatedly, and bowed to Viscount Andrew as a nobleman of the same level should meet, which is still a standard gesture: "Viscount Andrew, thank you very much entertain."
"You should, Viscount Cecil," Andrew was reminded gently by Hetty, and he recalled the lady's reputation in the aristocratic circle, so he restrained himself a little, and called Rebecca He specifically chose to use his surname instead of his first name before the title - this is a relatively serious way of addressing, "I am deeply sorry for what happened in Cecilland, it was a disaster. But I am glad that you are safe and sound , the inheritance of the Cecil family does not seem to be broken."
What followed was the words of politeness and congratulations that were almost useless. One party expressed his concern strictly in accordance with the rules, while the other party tried to show his gratitude and touch after being warmed. Obviously, his mind seemed to be caught by the door Miss Rebecca is not very good at communication in this area, so she bluntly brought the topic back to the right track: "Before the castle fell, Knight Philip led a team to cover the civilians to break through, and they should have withdrawn here. According to the law made by the founding monarch, they should be accepting your asylum at this moment. I don’t know how they are doing?”
"Of course, the laws made by the late king are sacred. Although my territory is small, it is still more than enough to help our neighbors who are in distress." Andrew nodded, "The brave knight was covered with injuries at the time, and he has not recovered yet. , I arranged for him to rest in the church of the Church of the Holy Light—there can provide him with the best treatment. And those loyal soldiers and poor civilians were arranged by me in Dongcheng District and Nancheng District. Frozen and starved to death."
None of the Cecil citizens who had fled here died of freezing or starvation, which is already a sign of taking good care of them. Of course, it makes sense for Viscount Andrew to be willing to take in those refugees—after all, every Cecil citizen he takes in will be converted into a debt on Rebecca. If Rebecca wants to revive the family, she must Pay "remuneration" to Viscount Andrew.
Just as "should help neighbors in distress according to their ability, a noble should shelter and shelter the people of nobles who are near distress" is written in Ansu's law, "the recipient should pay the necessary reward to the helper" is also clearly written in the code Gao Wen is very clear about this.
After all, these two laws were decided by Gawain Cecil and Charles I together...
Although Rebecca is not mature enough as a nobleman, she still understands this rule. After hearing Viscount Andrew's words, she couldn't help but look a little ugly, because she doubted whether she would be able to pay off the sudden loss. coming debt.
She couldn't help but glanced at Gao Wen, and some bold and embarrassing thoughts popped up in her mind.
The old ancestor... is dressed in an antique... why don't you force him to sell the clothes