Chapter 588 The Knight and You

At night, the castle hall in Chishui City is brightly lit. Attendants walk through the crowd holding wine glasses. Musicians pluck the strings and sing softly. Plates of delicious food are served on the table. red wine.

Aristocratic men and women gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing while holding wine glasses. Edith was the focus of everyone's eyes. She was going to and from the nobles with Earl Delta, and she seemed to be enjoying it all.

Brian felt that he was out of place with all this.

The collar of the bottoming shirt strangled his neck, and the tight black coat made him unable to stretch his arms, not to mention the pointed high-heeled boots on his feet. It was hard for him to understand how those nobles wore such awkward shoes in the Walking like flying on the smooth floor.

Bryan couldn't help being a little envious of Faner. As the keeper of the First Army camp, at least he didn't have to suffer.

But when he thought about what Edith said they represented the face of His Majesty Roland, Brian's waist couldn't help but straighten up again.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, "It seems that you are very uncomfortable, is this the first time to participate in this kind of banquet?"

He turned around and found that it was Sir Sears. The other party was wearing a wide-shouldered dress with a white gauze around his neck, and his aura looked completely different from usual.

"Relax, you don't have to be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous—"

"It's not a bad thing," Jazz waved his hand. "Everyone has different things they are good at, and that's normal."

Brian was silent for a moment, "Where is Master Iron Ax?"

"He's playing the role of flower protector," Sears pointed to the other side of the hall, "Iffy and Miss Sylvie are no less popular than Miss Edith."

Brian looked in the direction he was pointing. Although the dresses the two of them were wearing were found by Edith temporarily, and their expressions were extremely stiff, but in terms of appearance, they were a bit more beautiful than Pearl of the Northland. "Those people don't know their status as witches, and Mr. Iron Ax is not protecting Miss Witch."

"Oh," Sir shook his beard, "really?"

"To be precise, he is protecting those nobles," Brian nodded. "If Miss Ify gets angry, the people around will suffer."

The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

"Look, your expression is much more natural now."

"I..." Brian was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "Thank you."

"Ha, you're welcome," the old man summoned an attendant, picked up a glass of wine, and looked at him, "Would you like a glass?"

"No... Your Majesty said that soldiers must not drink alcohol during missions."

"Not even during breaks?"

"This is the rule."

"Well," he took a sip by himself, "that would be a pity."

"Do you think..." Brian hesitated, "Is Edith's words true?"

"for example?"

"The knight represents His Majesty when he is away. Out of courtesy, such an invitation should not be refused at will."

"Well... more or less so." Jazz nodded.

Brian was suddenly a little frustrated, "I may not be suitable to be a knight. I can't be as relaxed and natural as her on this occasion."

"It's normal," the Jazz said with a shrug. "Some people are naturally good at it, and knights who perform well at banquets can indeed bring boast and admiration to the lord, and even diplomatic convenience, but it's not All about knighthood. In fact, my son is very bad at socializing among nobles."

"You mean... the morning light?"

"It's true that he seldom interacts with other nobles, and even the lord's invitations are often absent, but no one can deny that he is an outstanding knight."

"I didn't know Mr. Ferring had such a side," Brian said in surprise.

"You don't know much," Sir Sirt said with a smile, "his temper is as stubborn as a rock, and he married a commoner woman from the theater as his wife, which made me so angry that I even broke up with him." But later I found out that I was wrong. Ms. Irene is impeccable as a wife. Except for her lack of family title, she is not much worse than other noble ladies. It was difficult for the two of them during that time Persevered." He changed the subject here, "I heard that you once fought desperately with the rebels to protect the food and grass in Border Town?"

"Uh...it was Lady Nightingale who really stopped them," Bryan replied with some embarrassment. "If it wasn't for her, I'm afraid I would have died in the basement."

"But at least you stepped forward, didn't you? This is already braver than most nobles. There are not a few nobles who have the name of knights, but run away when they meet the enemy. I think His Majesty is willing to canonize you as a knight. Look at me." It is definitely not your communication skills. As long as you stick to what you are best at, it is enough to be a qualified knight."

"I see," Brian couldn't help being moved, "Thank you for telling me this."

"It's okay, let's just treat it as a small talk between the two of us," the Jazz stroked his beard and said, "When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of Ferring, and I couldn't help but talk more."

After a while, Brian asked again in a low voice, "What about Edith's other words? It's that the communication between nobles is boring and boring..."

"You really care about her a lot," the old man looked at him with great interest, "Could it be..."

"No, no! I'm just curious," Brian waved his hand quickly, "You obviously didn't think so when you saw her, but now you look like you're enjoying it."

"Well," Sir smacked his lips, "how should I put it, some people can handle everything properly even if they don't like it, and I think Miss Edith may be the best of them."

"Can you do well even if you don't like it?"

"It's not unusual," Sir Sears shrugged. "They are very talented and good at countless things. It doesn't mean that they like everything. What's more, she is the daughter of a duke. This kind of communication should be fast for her. It's become an instinct."

"Your Majesty must really need someone like her," Brian sighed.

"Perhaps," the old man was noncommittal, "but it doesn't mean that His Majesty doesn't need other people. As I said before, everyone has different things they are good at, and when they are perfect, they will never be much worse than others, because one person Your energy is always limited. This is why he will focus on you..." He paused, "Since seeing the changes in Neverwinter, I think he is right." 8