Chapter 18 Viscount Andrew

If there is any other place in Tanzania Town that can make Gawain not so disappointed, and can experience a little bit of an exotic style that combines the beauty of classicism and elegance, it is only in the wealthy area in the center and north of the town— —Several roads and a fence separate this place from the slums outside, and decent people with heads and faces live in this relatively clean and tidy place.

There are beautiful two-story buildings, each of which is made of light gray stone and cedar wood. Dried fish and cured meat are dried on the balcony extending from the second floor of the buildings, which are symbols of wealthy families.

Although Tanzania is only a town in general and is far from the scale of a city, people living in wealthy areas will call themselves proud and proud citizens.

They were big men who were free, able to pay all kinds of taxes, and had decent jobs in towns—that is, farmers and mine foremen.

And today, these dignified and respectable people stand on their balconies where dried fish and cured meats are drying, discussing recent events with their neighbors—everything that is slightly interesting is worth talking about , and 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 fiefs of Viscount Andrew, and Cecil Land and Viscount Andrew are neighbors. Although there is a large desolate area between the prosperous areas of the two territories, there are still official ways. Therefore, Even in this era of poor information exchange, what happened in Cecil's territory spread throughout the entire Tanzanian 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 it was spread that the 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 the bards. Citizens who have lived for many years in the Taiping era did not believe it at all at first, but the refugees and the embarrassed soldiers were real. 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 citizens raised the bad news that happened in Cecil's territory from a casual conversation to a serious conversation.

At first, they only had occasional chats when they met in the tavern, but now they all need to stand on the balcony and talk seriously about it in the background of dried fish and cured meat.

And just when these decent people were talking about the declining Cecil family this time it was finally over, the principal of the Cecil family had already passed through the wealthy area and the church area and entered Viscount Andrew's castle.

No matter how hard the life of the poor in Tanzania is, Viscount Andrew's home is magnificent. In fact, due to the wealth of the territory itself and the wealth of the family, the castle built by the Viscount is far more than that of Rebecca's childhood. The little broken fort is much prettier.

After informing the castle of the visitor's identity, Viscount Andrew's butler invited Gawain and others into the castle, and they were taken to the spacious and bright living room, sitting behind the long mahogany table, waiting for The viscount's reception.

Sitting in the large and comfortable velvet seat, looking at the delicate tea set made of silver, Gawain couldn't help but think of the poor and sparsely dressed outside, and the houses that looked like shacks. He had to admit that he felt a little...disillusioned with this fantasy world of swords and magic.

"Lord Ancestor," Rebecca, who was sitting next to Gawain, quietly poked his ancestor's elbow, "How can we introduce you later?"

"Just say what we just negotiated," Gao Wen said calmly, "Here, we can just make a high profile."

"Ancestor,

Hetty also spoke, and pouted in Amber's direction at the same time, "Do you really think... Is she suitable to appear here?" "

Amber was sitting opposite Gawain. The 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 put the cup into her arms - when Gawain raised his head In kung fu, she stuffed another spoon in it.

Gawain glared at the opposite: "Amber!"

"Wow!" Miss Thief exclaimed slightly exaggeratedly, and then embarrassedly took out the things in her arms and put them on the table, including two tea cups, three spoons, a silver plate, a pocket watch, nuts, two wine cups, and The monocle that the housekeeper just hung on his chest.

Gawain: "?!"

Damn, how did you do this, Miss Doraemon? !

At this moment, Gawain couldn't help but touched the pioneer sword beside him, and sincerely thanked the thief for his grace of not stealing when he dug his grave...

"She is an important witness of my resurrection," Gawain said solemnly, trying to hold back the twitching on his face, "and don't you think it would be more likely to cause bad things if you put this guy in a place we can't see?"

Heidi nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the Viscount Andrew finally entered the parlour.

The oak door was pushed open by the attendant, and a thin and tall man entered the room, wearing a close-fitting long black dress, with short dark brown hair clung to his scalp after applying balm, and a neat moustache facing under his nose. The sides stretched out, and his face was pale with a hint of abnormal flushing - this kind of morbid face is actually very common among nobles, especially those nobles who are not very talented in magic or martial arts.

In order to experience supernatural powers beyond their natural talents, as well as more indulgent pleasures, they overuse expensive potions to "enhance their senses", and the side effects of this potion are reflected in the complexion.

They are even proud of it, and regard paleness as one of the hallmarks of aristocracy.

At this point, the descendants of Cecil, who still followed the ancestral teachings and practiced their skills honestly and relied on personal efforts to practice martial arts (or magic), fell into an aberration in the aristocratic circle. But there is no way, after all, the Cecil family has fallen, not to mention potions that are often worthless, Rebecca doesn't even have the money to repair the holes in the family castle - of course, she doesn't need it now Repair that hole.

"Ah, the beautiful Lady Hetty, and the equally beautiful Miss Rebecca, I'm so sorry for my lateness," said Viscount Andrew as soon as he entered the room, in a cadenced tone with a look of expression on his face. With a sincere apology, "But I'm too busy. The bad news that happened in Cecil's territory has spread all over my territory, and the people are panicking. I have to spend most of my day arranging territory defense and listening to patrols. Team report."

Gawain suddenly got goosebumps and whispered, "Does this aria have to be used to talk to nobles these days?"

Rebecca lowered her voice: "Master Ancestor, wasn't that the case with your nobleman back then?"

"We usually got into the tavern while drinking high alcohol and talking to each other in business, and then we talked about it by the way."

"...Then the customs are indeed different from those of the past. Of course, Viscount Andrew's way of speaking is indeed...a little bit more special than others."

"We understand that you should really get busy now," Hetty saw that Rebecca, the orthodox heir of Cecil, was busy chatting with her ancestors at this time, and she didn't realize that she should stand up and respond, and she was suddenly embarrassed. Hattie gave the latter a stern look, and then stood up, "But I still want to remind you that you should call Rebecca a viscount, not a lady-she already inherited the family's title as early as last year. On such occasions, you should call her Viscount Rebecca or Viscount Cecil."

The nobility of this world does not seem to have such strict rules when addressing titles on ordinary occasions. The titles can be named either by their first names or by their surnames.

Rebecca was stared at by Hetty, and then she stood up after realizing it, and bowed to Viscount Andrew as a nobleman of the same rank should bow, let's say it's standard behavior: "Viscount Andrew, thank you very much for your kindness. entertain."

"Yes, Viscount Cecil," Andrew was reminded softly by Hetty, and recalled the lady's reputation in the aristocratic circle, so he restrained himself a little, and even said that when he addressed Rebecca He specifically chose to use a surname instead of a first name before the title - this is a relatively serious way of addressing, "I deeply regret what happened to Cecil Land, it was really a disaster. But the happy thing is that you Safe and sound, the inheritance of the Cecil family does not seem to be cut off."

The next step is the almost nutritious courtesy and congratulations. One party expresses his concern strictly and according to the rules, while the other party tries to show his gratitude and touch after being warmed. Miss Rebecca is not very good at this aspect of communication, so she bluntly brought the topic back to the right track: "Before the castle fell, Knight Philip led a team to cover the civilian breakout, and they should have withdrawn here. According to the laws enacted by the founding emperor, they should be under your protection at the moment. How are they doing?"

"Of course, the laws enacted by the first emperor are sacred. Although my territory is small, it is more than enough to help the neighbors in distress." Andrew nodded, "The brave knight was covered in wounds 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 have been arranged by me in Dongcheng District and Nancheng District, and there is no one until now. died of starvation."

None of the Cecil citizens who had fled to this point died of starvation, which was already a very caring performance. Of course, it also makes sense that Viscount Andrew is willing to take in those refugees - after all, every Cecil territorial citizen he takes in will be converted into a debt and put on Rebecca. If Rebecca wants to revive the family, she must press The head paid a "remuneration" to Viscount Andrew.

Just as "helping neighbors in distress, a nobleman should shelter and shelter the people of neighboring nobles in distress" was written into Anzu's law, "the recipient should pay the helper the necessary remuneration" is also clearly written in the code. Above, Gawain is very clear about this.

After all, these two laws were decided when Gawain Cecil and Charles I got together...

Although Rebecca is not mature enough as a noble, she still understands this rule. After hearing Viscount Andrew's words, her face couldn't help but look a little ugly, because she doubted whether she was still able to pay for this sudden change. coming debt.

She couldn't help but glance at Gawain, and some bold and rude thoughts popped up in her mind.

The old ancestor... an antique... why don't he force his old man to sell that dress?