We arrived at the palace flower garden, very spacious, well-maintained, and also very lively. Flowers still bloom in cold temperatures. I think in the underground garden they planted Mana stone to maintain the temperature.
"Aren't you the young Baron Sanktessy?"
A bearded old man walked up to me with an excited face.
"Morning Viscount Ruvenan." I smiled warmly at him. It's not useless for me to read the tome that Bastian gave me.
Remembering their names when looking at their faces is a form of basic etiquette.
Viscount Ruvenan's family is famous for their great descendants in the administration of the country. Every one of their descendants must have worked in a governing body.
"You are so generous considering an old nobleman like me." he rubbed his beard as if to show it off to me.
"Who is the young man next to you?"
I looked at Altair, he immediately behaved respectfully and introduced himself.
