Chapter 677 Interim Curtain, the Wind Does Not Stop

The ancient Silver Castle has been completely renovated, the shrubs and flower beds have been properly trimmed, the centuries-old classical columns and arcades have been decorated with bright garlands, and the curtains painted with the imperial coat of arms are hanging 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 banquet after the coronation ceremony will be divided into two parts: the main hall of the castle is the place where the internal banquet is held, with more gorgeous decoration and stricter etiquette specifications, and the courtyard in front of the castle is the external banquet, which will invite all the royal capitals. Representatives of nobles, merchants, churches and citizens participated.

Obviously, Rebecca prefers the lively atmosphere in the courtyard.

The girl was forced to put on a long court dress for formal occasions, but the elegant and luxurious dress could not stop her jumping heart. She ran between the flower beds and the fountain in front of the Silver Castle. Everything about her seemed extremely curious—the last time she came here, she was still a poor nobleman in the South, and her ancestors were all over the place. She didn’t dare to run around in the Silver Castle, and even looked around carefully. , but today... no one can control her.

At least other than the two elders, no one in this castle dared to care about her.

"The shrubs in the north are really different from those in the south. These things are rare on our side—it's very difficult to feed," Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, grabbing the branches and leaves of the shrubs around the flower bed and talking to the maid next to her. He kept saying, "Recently, the druids at the academy are studying the transplanting of plants in the north and south. They want to toss out crops that are more resistant to cold... Do you know the agronomy team?"

The maid next to Rebecca was a blonde girl in her twenties. The latter looked helpless at the moment, and looked around with a trace of nervousness. She bent down and reminded cautiously: "Your Highness... Please don't leave these The grass is too close, your skirt..."

"Hey, it's alright, I'll wear it for today anyway," Rebecca waved her hand. "Compared to this, would you use a leaf as a whistle?"

The blond maid was stunned for a moment and looked embarrassed: "...Your Highness, I'm very sorry, I won't."

"You can't do this anymore, how about Betty... By the way, where's Betty?" Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who came with her, she looked up curiously, and asked casually as she looked, " Hey, have you seen Betty?"

The maid tried her best to follow Her Royal Highness's train of thought, and after a moment of reaction, she realized that the other party was talking about the little maid who looked a little dumbfounded: "Betty's words... I saw her in a daze by the fountain just now."

While answering, the maid couldn't help but muttered in her heart. She couldn't understand how the little maid who seemed to be incapable of thinking could be selected as the head maid of the inner court, and the position was even higher than herself - that dumb The little girl in the palace knew nothing about court etiquette.

And the slow response is worrying. She even seems to be the first time to come to a place where there are so many people. She doesn't know where to stand.

But it is incomprehensible that such an unresponsive little girl would be deeply loved by the new royal family.

Just as she was half confused here, she saw Rebecca stretched her neck and glanced in the direction of the fountain. Her Royal Highness's next move made the maid almost startled - Rebecca raised her hand, and it was a Bright and eye-catching fireballs fly into the sky...

"Your Highness! You..."

In the exclamation of the blond maid, the bright fireball had burst over the courtyard, and the magic flame formed a series of clear and neat letters in the air: Betty, come here.

After a while, under the stunned gaze of the maid, the little maid named Betty quickly ran over from not far away, 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 Royal Highness instead of "Miss", but the two girls in front of her no longer paid attention to her - Rebecca and Betty squatted together. On the ground, the two of them grabbed several leaves from the bushes and folded them into leaf whistle.

When Gawain saw a fireball explode into a string of letters, he guessed whose masterpiece it was. He took Amber and followed the direction where the fireball flew, and sure enough, he found the one who was squatting on the ground with Betty blowing leaves. Rebecca, and beside them stood a bewildered blonde girl in a maid's costume.

"Your Majesty," the maid who was at a loss saw Gawain's appearance, and became even more at a loss and nervous, "Your Highness she..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Rebecca jumped up in exclamation: "Wow! Lord Ancestor is here!"

Betty slowed down for half a beat, and also stood up: "Master... ah, Your Majesty."

The always unresponsive girl remembered the correct name in time - even though she called it wrong the first time.

"It's okay, just relax today." Gawain saw that Rebecca, who was wearing a long court dress, but her temperament was not restrained by clothes at all, couldn't help but feel good, he waved his hand, "Just try to do my best. Stop throwing fireballs, there will be mages floating over the castle after nightfall, except for the magic fireworks in specific areas, the fireballs you throw suddenly can easily blow people down."

"Oh, I see..."

Gao Wen smiled and nodded, then looked at the bewildered, stunned 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 to serve the new royal family, you should get used to this life with fewer rules."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

Gawain snorted and was about to leave, but just as he was about to take a step, Rebecca stopped him: "That's right, 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 listen to?" Gawain stopped and looked at Rebecca in surprise, "Although this news isn't kept secret... but it shouldn't be made public, right?"

"I heard from Philip, and there are quite a few soldiers talking about it."

"...Yes, there were many witnesses that day," Gawain nodded. "Yes, her name is Maggie, and she is a black dragon, but she herself has no intention of spreading the word. Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"Ah, I'm just a little curious that there are dragons living with humans..." Rebecca blinked her eyes with a curious look on her face, "I heard that the magic of the dragon family is very powerful, you said that Maggie can also be a dragon. Language magic?"

"It's hard to say, maybe, but it seems to be weaker than a normal giant dragon," Gawain said casually, and then reminded, "It's not good to talk about this behind your back, you can ask her face to face, but you have to be polite. , her dragon blood seems to have some 'problems', if she doesn't want to say it, don't be too offended."

Rebecca nodded vigorously, with a serious face: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm polite!"

To be honest, Gawain really doubted the credibility of the girl's "could be polite". 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 in these two classes, but after thinking about it, Rebecca was just not up to the standard in the etiquette class, and "politeness" should still be fine...

After all, the "propriety" in the eyes of the nobles and the "politeness" of the public have been divided to some extent. Rebecca is a girl who will bow her head and say hello when she sees a commoner who is older than herself. Modesty in the orthodox code of etiquette is the expression of "disrespectful stupidity"...

The "norms of etiquette" of the upper class and the order of life of the lower class are seriously separated, which to a certain extent is actually a sign of imbalance in the social structure and contradictions at all levels of society. From this point of view, Rebecca's "" It's a good thing to fail the "Etiquette" class, which made her accept many of the concepts of equality instilled by Gawain without adapting...

Perhaps Gawain should be thankful that Rebecca's family was in financial difficulties when she was a child, so that Viscount Cecil and Hetty couldn't hire an etiquette teacher with both civil and military skills for this girl, otherwise he would have to educate Rebecca now. There is another layer of headache.

With a slight smile, Gawain took Amber across the flower bed in the courtyard, and on the way to the open space, he heard a loud whistle coming from beside him.

He turned his head slightly and saw Amber was holding a folded leaf. The latter brought the leaf close to his lips and blew it again, with a loud whistle.

"You too?"

"It's not difficult."

"Who taught you this?"

"My adoptive father."

While talking, Amber squeezed the leaf whistle in his hand, flattened his lips, and threw it away.

"Children like to play this..." She muttered, "It's just that when I suddenly saw Rebecca and Betty playing, I remembered that I could, so I folded one."

Gawain glanced at Amber silently and said nothing, but turned his head and looked in the direction of the fountain square in front.

A group of noble 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, stooping and stooping with a hippie smile. The latter was blushing in the crowd. The eloquent talk made the noble men around him nodded frequently, and the ladies and young ladies showed smiles from time to time.

Gawain guessed that Pittman must be selling his deceitful stuff again—either immortal counterfeit medicines, or useless amulets. Few of his bluffs would be taken seriously, but he resisted. The title of the chief druid of the empire and the master researcher, there is always someone here to cheer.

Gawain turned to look at Amber: "You haven't talked to Pitman, have you?"

"...Not yet," Amber paused, seeming to be a little nervous and hesitant, "I... I was busy arranging security before, and I didn't have time..."

"Now that we all have time, Pittman seems to have time," Gawain said. "Let's talk."

Amber raised his head: "Are you going with me?"

Gawain smiled, did not answer, and walked straight forward with Amber.

The crowd near the fountain noticed Gawain's figure, bowed in salutation, and retreated to both sides, leaving only Pittman standing there. The old Druid raised his head, clapped his hands, and spread his hands at Gawain with a smile: "When you come, my business is gone."

"Let's talk about your business later," Gawain said, pushing Amber slightly forward, "Don't you have something to give her?"

"Leave it to me?" Amber was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Gawain with wide eyes.

"His Majesty sent me a letter a few days ago, talking about your adoptive father and your origin," Pittman looked at Amber, a smile on his wrinkled face, "He told me that some secrets are best not to Take it into the coffin, and I'll tell him I have something to pass on to you..."

Amber's eyes moved between Gawain and Pittman, and finally landed on Pittman: "It's... what?"

Pittman sighed softly, the wrinkles on his face twitched, he seemed to want to maintain his smiley face that he had maintained for decades, but this expression finally became a little funny, and then he reached out and put his hand on the robe. He dug into the inner pocket and took out a notebook that was already quite worn.

"It's for you from that fellow Surrey Randolph who said that if one day you don't have to worry about royal killers and hunters, you can give this to you," Pittman said slowly, "but I once Hesitating whether to do this, because the content on it may not be very acceptable to you. I wanted to take it into the coffin... But Your Majesty told me that you have the right to know your origin."

Amber's expression was hesitant when she took the notebook. It seemed that this secret, which had been hidden for decades, suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, leaving the half-elf 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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