If there is any place in Tanzanite Town that can let Gawain not be so disappointed, and can somewhat experience the exotic atmosphere of both classic and elegant class there is only a wealthy area in the town's north. Several lanes and a fence separated this area from the slums outside, and people with decent looks live in this relatively clean place.
There are beautiful two-story small buildings here. Each small building is made of light gray stone and cedarwood. Dried fish and bacon are dried on the balcony extending from the second floor of the small building. These are symbols of the wealthy.
Although Tanzanite is only a small town, it is far from the size of a city, but people living in wealthy areas proclaim themselves as glorious and proud citizens.
They are all big people who can afford all kinds of taxes and have decent jobs in towns as farmers and mine supervisors.
Today, these decent people standing on the balcony where they dried fish and bacon as they did in the past, discussing recent events with their neighbors-all the slightly interesting things are worth talking about, And the most worthy of discussion recently is undoubtedly the big event that happened in Cecil's territory.
Tanzanite Town and its surrounding areas are the fiefs of Viscount Andrew, while Cecil and Viscount Andrew are neighbors. Although there is a large desolate area between the prosperous areas of the two territories, there is still official jurisdiction. Therefore, even in this era of poor information exchange, what happened in Cecil spread throughout Tanzanite Town shortly.
At 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 was completely submerged and destroyed by many monsters and elemental tides.
This sensational bad news is just like the stories made up by the bards. The citizens who lived for many years in the peaceful era did not believe the existence of this disturbance at first, but the refugees and the embarrassed soldiers were real and The people entered the town, and then Viscount Andrew gave an order to implement a stricter curfew system but also increase the number of patrols in the surrounding areas of the town, so the absurd horror story became a reality.
The citizens raised the bad news that happened in Cecil from the after-hours rumors to... serious talks.
In the beginning, they only talked occasionally when they met in the tavern. Now they all need to stand on the balcony and talk about it seriously in the background of dried fish and bacon.
And just when these people talking about the decaying Cecil family, the people of the Cecil family had already passed through the rich quarters and entered the castle of Viscount Andrew.
No matter how difficult the life of the poor in Tanzanite Town is, Viscount Andrew's home is still magnificent. In fact, because of the wealth of the territory and the wealth of the family, the castle built by the Viscount is much larger than that of Rebecca's. The small, broken fortress is much more beautiful than Cecil's castle.
After reporting the identity of the visitors to the castle, the butler of Viscount Andrew invited Gawain and the others into the castle. They were taken to the spacious and bright living room, sat around a long mahogany table, and waiting for the reception of the viscount.
Sitting in a large and comfortable velvet seat, looking at the exquisite silver tea set in front of him, Gawain can't help but think of the unclothed poor people outside, and the houses that look like shacks. It must be admitted that he has some feelings about this fantasy world of swords and magic... disillusionment.
"My ancestor," Rebecca sitting next to Gawain, quietly poked her ancestor's elbow, "How can we introduce you later?"
"Just as discussed just now, just say it directly," Gao Wen said calmly, "Here, we can be high profile."
"Ancestor," Heidi also spoke, and she snarled toward Amber, "Do you really think... she is suitable to be here?"
Amber was sitting opposite Gawain. This half-elf lady was studying the silver tea set in front of her seriously. Her major focus was to pour out the tea, and then steal the cup in her arms as Gawain raised his head as she stuffed another spoon in her dress.
Gawain glared at the other side: "Amber!"
"Wow!" Miss Thief exclaimed a little exaggerated, and then she withdrew her arms and placed 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 housekeeper hung on his chest just now.
Gawain: "?!"
Damn, Miss Dora, how did she do it?!
At this moment, Gawain couldn't help touching the pioneer's sword next to him and sincerely thanked the thief for not stealing the sword when digging the grave before...
"She is an important witness of my resurrection," Gawain said amidst the serious effort to resist the twitch on his face, "and don't you think that if you put this guy in a place where we can't look at it, it's easier to do bad things?"
Heidi suddenly nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Viscount Andrew finally walked into the living room.
The oak door was pushed open by the attendants, and a thin and tall man walked into the room. He was wearing a close-fitting black dress with short dark brown hair pressed against the scalp after applying oil, and a carefully groomed mustache down under his nose. Extending on both sides, his face was pale with a hint of abnormal redness-this kind of sickly face was actually very common among the nobles, especially those who did not have the talents of magic or martial arts.
To experience the supernatural power beyond their own talents, and to have more indulgent enjoyment, they will overuse expensive potions to "enhance perception", and the side effects of this potion will be reflected in their complexion.
They are even proud of it and regard the paleness of their faces as one sign of nobility.
The descendants of Cecil, who still follow the ancestral precepts and practice their skills honestly and rely on individual efforts to practice martial arts (or magic), have become alternatives in the aristocratic circle. But there is no way. After all, the Cecil family has fallen. Not to mention that there are expensive potions. Rebecca didn't even have the money to repair the holes in the family castle. Of course, she doesn't need to repair holes now if the castle doesn't exist.
"Ah, the beautiful Ms. Heidi, and the equally beautiful Ms. Rebecca, I'm so sorry for being late," Viscount Andrew said loudly as soon as he entered the room, his tone up and down, and his face seemed to be slanted. With a sincere apology, "But I'm too busy. The bad news that happened in Cecil has spread throughout my territory. The people are panicking. I have to spend most of my day arranging territorial defense and listening to patrol team reports."
Gawain suddenly got goosebumps and whispered: "Do you have to use this way to talk to the nobles these days?"
Rebecca lowered her voice: "My ancestor, wasn't a nobleman like this?"
"We used to get into the tavern while pouring high wines while bragging about each other, and then we talked about things by the way."
"... Then the customs are indeed different from those of the past. Of course, Viscount Andrew's way of speaking is... and a little more special than others."
"We understand you should really be busy now," Heidi saw that Rebecca, as the orthodox heir to Cecil, was actually busy chatting with her ancestors. Rebecca didn't realize that she should stand up and respond. She was immediately embarrassed. She glared at the latter with hatred of iron and steel, and then stood up, "But I still have to remind you should call Rebecca the Viscount, not the Miss-she has inherited the family title as early as last year. On such occasions, call her Viscount Rebecca or Viscount Cecil."
Nobles in this world seem to have less strict rules when calling names. The titles can be given names or surnames.
Rebecca was stared at by Heidi, so she stood up and treated Viscount Andrew with the same level of the aristocracy. For the time being, it was still the standard of manners: "Viscount Andrew, thank you very much for entertaining us."
"Yes, Viscount Cecil," Andrew was reminded by Heidi, who was not soft or hard and recalled the lady's reputation in the aristocratic circle, so he restrained a little and called Rebecca. he specifically used the surname instead of the first name before the title-this is a relatively formal way of addressing, "I deeply regret what happened to Cecil, it was a disaster. But it is you who makes people happy. You are safe and sound, and the Cecil family's inheritance does not seem to be cut off."
Then there are almost no polite and congratulatory words. One party expresses his concerns strictly and under the rules, while the other party must try to show his gratitude after being warmed. Obviously, his mind is suspected of being caught by the door. Miss Rebecca is not very good at this aspect of communication, so she bluntly put the topic back on track: "Before the castle fell, Knight Philip led a team to cover the civilians to breakthrough. They should withdraw here. According to the law made by the founding kings, they should accept your asylum right now. I wonder what's going on with them?"
"Of course, the law made by founding kings is sacred. Although my territory is small, it is more than enough to help a neighbor who is in trouble," Andrew nodded. "The brave knight was wounded and has not healed yet., I arranged for him to rest in the church of the Holy Light. they can provide him with the best treatment. And those loyal soldiers and poor civilians were arranged by me in Dongcheng District and Nancheng District until now there is no one died of freezing and starvation."
None of the citizens of Cecil, who fled to this point, died of freezing and starvation. This is already a manifestation of taking care of them with all their hearts. Of course, it makes sense that Viscount Andrew will accept those refugees. After all, every Cecil leader he accepts will be converted into debt and placed on Rebecca. If Rebecca wants to revive the family, she must press bow her head and pay "remuneration" to Viscount Andrew.
Just as "should help the neighbors in distress, a nobleman should shelter the people of the neighboring nobles," was written into Anzu's law, and "the recipient should pay the helper the required remuneration," is also clearly written in the code. Gawain knows this very well.
After all, these two laws were made by Gawain Cecil and Charles I together...
Although Rebecca is not mature enough as an aristocrat, she still understands the rules. After hearing the words of Viscount Andrew, her face couldn't help but look a little ugly, because she wondered if she could pay off the sudden incoming debt.
She couldn't help but glance at Gawain, and some bold and wild thoughts popped up in her mind.
The old ancestor... is an antique... why don't we squeeze his old man to sell his clothes?