Chapter 9 The Life of the Nobles
In the early morning, the faint light penetrated his eyelids and woke Avis from his sleep.
He opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and glanced around in silence.
Exquisite silk curtains, gorgeous ceilings interwoven with blue and gold, and luxurious furniture with exquisite workmanship, all the arrangements have a mysterious and wonderful beauty.
The floor is covered with carpets that look extremely expensive, and they can even sink to the ankles when stepped on.
Speechlessly spreading his hands wrapped in pajamas, Avis tried to construct a spell according to his memory.
The dark blue flame suddenly rose and floated in the slender and pale palm.
Looking at the fire burning quietly in the palm of his hand, a sense of absurdity and unreality rose in his heart.
Although he has been in this world for several years, he still has this illusion sometimes.
Looking through the window, several towering spires are suspended in the air.
Under the brilliance of the rising sun, the white tower body shines with a hazy silver light, which looks extremely mysterious and beautiful.
"Knock, knock, knock--"
Three times in a row, the door was knocked on time by Leonard, the butler.
Avis quickly agreed, put away his thoughts and the flames, and then rang the bell at the head of the bed, calling the little maid to help him change clothes and wash.
When he first crossed over, he still had the habit of sleeping late, but after many not-so-good memories, the butler successfully helped him correct this.
Assuming that Avis did not respond just now, Leonard would count for ten seconds silently, and then knock three more times.
If there is still no response after the second knock, Leonard will extend another ten seconds, then push the door open and use magic to drive away Avis's sleepiness.
For example, a sobering cold water ball.
Facing Avis's anger for being awakened from his sweet dream, Leonard's original words were: If the young master does not want his sleep to be disturbed by me, then please work hard to become stronger than me.
By the way, Leonard is an eighth-level peak warlock, which is converted into a game level of 88 to 89.
After changing into the complicated noble clothes with magical aura, Avis walked downstairs slowly and prepared to go to the restaurant for dinner.
"Good morning, Brother Avis!"
A slightly childish and soft voice sounded in his ears, and the slightly dark castle corridor suddenly lit up, and the little girl like sunshine appeared in front of him.
Her long light golden hair was like water, flowing freely on the back of her white gauze skirt. Her snow-white and translucent skin was as soft as a baby's, and her delicate face tried to make a serious expression.
The girl saluted Avis formally, her watery lake blue eyes blinked cutely, and her eyes were pure and clean.
The morning sun was cast in from the towering painted crystal window, forming a tilted beam of light.
She stood in the beam of light, her beautiful figure was radiant with a layer of white and hazy glow, as pure and holy as a ray of sunshine.
"Good morning, dear Fei."
Good morning, Olivendi's Star Diamond, the Crown Feather of the Cold Wind Crystal Bird, the Star of Hope in the North, the White Princess, Her Majesty Fiona Luo Olivendi.
Anvis habitually showed an elegant smile, nodded to her gently, and felt a little emotional in his heart.
Compared to him, a little-known extra in the future, the name of [White Princess] Fiona can be said to be well-known.
One of the few ninth-level extreme powerhouses in the four major family alliance camps, and her strength is enough to rank in the top three.
Have a brilliant record of killing a ninth-level magic swordsman alone and destroying the entire alliance crusade army. I don't know how many players and NPCs died under her super-level magic.
However, compared to the cute appearance of pretending to be serious now, her face in the future is always cold, as if the smile has left her forever.
As a direct descendant of Olivendi, Anvis also learned some special secrets.
Although Fiona is nominally his sister, her origin is actually a mystery.
Her naming ceremony was held when Anvis was one and a half years old, but Anvis remembered clearly that the Duchess was not pregnant at that time.
But what confused him was that the girl did have the aura of two legendary bloodlines.
And, judging from the extraordinary charm she unconsciously exuded, the purity of her bloodline was probably terrifying!
Her eye-catching feeling was not an illusion, but a manifestation of her bloodline unconsciously attracting light elements.
After greeting each other, the two walked down the wide staircase covered with red carpet together, passing through the dragon heartwood handrails and elegant elf sculptures.
Several huge relief-carved cloud-yellow stone decorative columns came from far to near, and the breakfast room had arrived.
Magic flames burned in the finely carved fireplace, and portraits of ancestors of all sizes were hung on the wall on one side of the fireplace.
The Gloria-style curtains were pulled open by the maids, allowing the morning sun to shine in.
In the breakfast room, Duke Carrot sat at one end of the snow-white long table, browsing the latest issue of "Empire Morning Post" presented by the butler.
This is the newspaper he must read every day. In addition, there are also "Carlas Newspaper" and "Magic Times".
Although the Duke has his own intelligence agency, he still retains the habit of reading newspapers.
In order to ensure the timeliness of newspapers, these newspapers will be sent through a special transmission device as soon as they are printed.
From the distant royal capital or the magic photocopy tower outside the floating city, it is delivered to the Duke's hands.
"Oh, it's really "unbelievable", the arrogant old stubborn people in the royal family still passed the proposal!"
As he read it, the Duke couldn't help shaking the newspaper in his hand, raising his eyebrows, and his tone was a bit of deliberate surprise.
"Shouldn't you have known this long ago? Carrot, for such a major decision, the conservatives cannot represent the opinions of the entire royal family."
Listening to the Duke's slightly sarcastic comments, Duchess Elena spoke gracefully, and then picked up the thin elf colored porcelain teacup and took a sip of the fragrant and magical light flower tea.
"Indeed, but I believe you should be able to see that the opening of the Glory is not as simple as building a magic train and laying a few tracks.
It is a sign! Being able to make the headlines and in the name of Glory means that the empire has officially decided to promote the development of magic constructs."
The Duke frowned and continued to browse the details of the report, with a hint of worry in his heart.
"This is an unstoppable trend, Carrot. There is more than one empire on the continent.
The popularization of constructs has more advantages than disadvantages. The Kingdom Federation has proved to us how much the popularization of constructs will improve national strength.
As Fergus① said, 'In this ever-changing world, only by constantly moving forward can we stay where we are.'"
Taking another sip of tea, the beautiful Duchess raised her hand gracefully and gently combed her light golden hair behind her ears.
"In order to make the diehards compromise, the reformists will inevitably make concessions in other aspects. The most likely thing to relax restrictions is only civilian constructs, which will not have much impact on the current stability of the empire."
As she said, she put the teacup back on the gold-inlaid tray, her white arms elegantly supported on the table, and smiled at the Duke, her eyes tender as water.
"Besides, we still have the youngest ninth-level in the history of the empire. Even if the situation is really turbulent, what can we do?"
"Ha, I understand, just sighing."
Duke Carrot also laughed, and his fingers gently tapped the table, leaving a slightly blue frost mark.
"Good morning, father, mother." x 2
Just then, Avis and Fiona entered the breakfast room and bowed to the Duke and Duchess.
Duke Carrot nodded as usual, and Elena smiled warmly in return.
While paying his respects, Avis noticed the headline of the newspaper in the Duke's hand, which was printed in bold and large fonts on the most conspicuous part of the page.
"The Empire's first magic-guided train, the 'Glorious', has officially opened to traffic in the capital today!"
Avis' pupils shrank slightly.
Wow! The first sign of the Empire entering a new era, the wheel of history rolled forward a little bit more--
Thinking, Avis walked to the first seat on the left side of the long table and sat down on the left side of the chair. When he sat down, he paid special attention to his back to avoid contact with the back of the chair.
When everyone was seated, breakfast time officially began.
Cedar dew golden-patterned mirage soup, roasted wings of a flying dragon, crystal-grilled swan feathers, Misty Sea lobster salad...
One dish after another was served on a silver plate with strong magic resistance, and was presented by servants like a stream, allowing the Duke's family to enjoy it.
The raw materials of each dish were mild magical plants and rare magical beast ingredients of at least level 4. It really allows the eaters to improve their strength while enjoying the food.
For example, the main material of the Misty Sea lobster salad is a level 5 Misty Sea lobster that has grown for more than 130 years and has a light blue tail tip.
It is a level 5 magical beast with a true dragon bloodline, which only lives on the bottom of the Misty Sea far away from the mainland.
It can permanently improve the physical fitness of professionals below level 5, and each one is a precious ingredient that can be sent to the auction house.
Master Balerwen, the eighth-level defense master mage and the famous gourmet of the empire, commented on this magical beast: "Amazing tender taste and delicious taste--"
However, fishing them is a very dangerous job.
The Misty Sea is an extremely dangerous sea area, including the famous death fog, high-level sea beasts, and strange ocean currents that cause magic disorder.
Every year, many professionals die alive in the seabed in order to catch this kind of lobster.
During the meal, Butler Leonard stood seriously behind the Duke, paying meticulous attention to the actions of the two children to ensure that they were not rude during the meal.
If there is anything inappropriate, Mr. Butler will point it out immediately and correct it.
Anvis held the special enchanted mithril knife and fork, carefully splitting a piece of lobster meat, trying to avoid making any noise.
After the chef's skillful processing, the shrimp meat is tender and a little chewy. After a little chewing, the extremely sweet juice bursts in the mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.
He nodded slightly, picked up the small piece of shrimp with a fork, and put it into his mouth gracefully, keeping his body straight throughout the process.
Thanks to the memory of his previous life, he learned various etiquettes very quickly. He often attracted the admiring eyes of little Fiona.
"Brother... so awesome..."
Fiona grabbed the knife and fork, tilted her head to watch Avis's movements, and her cute big lake blue eyes were full of admiration.
Suddenly, her peripheral vision met Leonard's serious eyes, and she quickly turned her little head back, and her expression on her face straightened.
Then he focused his attention and fought against the light feather swan breast meat emitting a faint white light on the plate.
"The learning speed is remarkable, worthy of being my child."
The Duke scooped up a golden mirage and ate it slowly, nodding secretly in his heart. Under the powerful physical control of the ninth-level professional, every one of his movements was elegant and impeccable.
'This is why I hate the life of an aristocrat. '
As the focus of everyone's attention, Avis, who must always maintain elegant manners, was silent in his heart.
①: Fergus Brandon, one of the chairmen of the Circle Council of the Ancient Magic Empire, a great magician of protection, and the first ninth-level spellcaster in human history.
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