The morning sun shone on the green grass, and the air outside Worms was like freshly washed cotton. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bud moon is coming to an end, the warm flower moon is coming, and the nobles are rushing to go out for outings and parties at this time.

The men took their bows and arrows, and hunted with archery. The ladies gathered together to talk about the secrets of the boudoir, whether it was the most heroic knight, or who wore the most beautiful clothes today, from the secrets of the aristocratic circles to the gossip that circulated in the streets, almost everything.

Angela Claire sat on the floor in a silk dress that covered her slender legs, and sat on the soft lawn on her knees, listening to the interesting stories told by the other aristocratic ladies beside her.

Angela's father was a silk merchant in Worms, and thanks to her father, she was able to enter the social circle of high society, and in the circle, she developed her own network, gained fame, and even found a spouse who matched her family background.

I watched as Elena, who sat directly across from her, leaning against the thick purple shirt tree, was talking about what she had seen and heard when she visited Rosendaal, and how the heroic and talented French nobles in her mouth had politely invited her to the dinner party, and how they had engaged in a frantic scramble to invite her to a dance at the banquet.

Looking at the envious looks in the eyes of the young girls around her, Angela glanced at Elena with disdain, she knew that these episodes were all made up by this little girl herself, and she might have recently followed her father, who was in business, to Fran, and also to Rosendaal.

But the nobles of Fran would never fight for the daughter of a small pork merchant.

"Cut—think you're a fairy. Muttering disdainfully, Angela glanced at the spots on the girl's face, confident that she was much more beautiful than the other party, and the girl was unwilling to be stolen by the other party like this, but she was not worried, today she really got a good baby, enough for her to show off in front of everyone.

When the sun slowly climbed to the highest point in the sky, and the time came to noon, the men of the hunt returned.

With a sword hanging from his waist and a majestic horseback running at the front, Sir Evan carrying a huge sika deer in his back seemed to be the most fruitful of his trip.

As if deliberately to show his heroic posture, when Sir Evan came to the front of the camp, he deliberately clamped the horse's belly, and the speed suddenly increased, and then he used both hands to hover, and the horse's front hooves suddenly raised high and let out a long roar, and then put it down steadily in front of everyone.

This superb riding performance conquered the hearts of many girls present, and it was not common for the nobles of Worms to have such superb martial arts and riding skills.

Unlike other countries on the Wotan continent, Worms was only the Duke of the Kingdom of Loland, the private domain of the Grand Duke of Conrad, and after the fall of Loland, the Conrad family never announced the establishment of a new country, so many nobles were only given nominal titles of nobility, and few of them were actually divided into lands.

And those vassal nobles who have belonged to the Conrad family since the time of the Kingdom of Lorain are now very few, and most of them have disappeared into the long river of history, or have undergone a transformation and reappeared in Worms as a new noble.

Today, most of the famous nobles in Worms are wealthy merchants, and they monopolize different kinds of goods in Worms and even the entire Southern Continent, becoming a new force to be reckoned with, the best of which are naturally the Conrad family, who control the platinum amber, and their in-laws, the Meier family.

Sir Evan's father ran a huge medicinal herb business, but Evan was a lover of martial arts, and it is said that his swordsmanship and horsemanship were among the top of the young generation of Worms' aristocracy, and it seems that today it really deserves his reputation.

Angela looked at the handsome and dashing Sir Evan and felt her heart pound uncontrollably, as if her eyes were full of the handsome appearance of the man when he turned over and dismounted.

The golden sunlight reflected his long golden hair, dazzling beyond measure.

"Oh my God—it would be nice to have him as my husband. Angela sighed, for the family's silk business was not much bigger than Sir Evan's father.

All she was thinking about was her Prince Charming, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elena looking at Evan with the same emotion, and it was obvious that this man had become the dream girl of many girls.

"Damn—" Gritting her teeth, Angela felt a hatred in her heart, a feeling that something important was about to be snatched away, and as she thought so, she saw Yelena lift the corner of her pleated skirt and scurry to Sir Evan in small steps.

Stretched out his hand and took out a white handkerchief, handed it over in a panic, and said shyly: "Wipe your hands, adult, hunting such a big deer is really amazing." ”

Evan chuckled and turned his handkerchief, slowly wiped his bloodstained hands, his handsome cheeks showed two dimples, and thanked Yelena:

"I'm sorry to stain your handkerchief, why don't I wash it and have someone send it to you." ”

Stars appeared in Yelena's eyes, her heart was in ecstasy, and she was about to shirk two sentences and then agree, but someone next to her suddenly interjected.

"How do you wipe it clean like this? Angela smiled and looked directly at Sir Evan, she was still very confident in her appearance, and sure enough, Sir Evan's clear lake blue eyes were no longer inseparable from her.

Ignoring Yelena, who was itching at the root of her teeth, Angela quietly took away the handkerchief in the man's hand, gently handed over a small piece of hard square object, and took the silver kettle she had prepared from the waitress behind her, and whispered:

"Your lord's hands are bloody, so it's better to wash them—" said him, delicately lifting the kettle to pour water for Sir Evan.

"What is this?" Evan subconsciously passed his hand, enjoying the kindness of the beautiful girl, but still looked at the small square in his palm suspiciously, not understanding what Angela gave him.

"It's called soap—" Angela's voice drew the other noble maidens and the knights who were gradually arriving at the camp, human beings had the same curiosity about new things.

Seeing that there were more and more people around, as if she felt the sense of attention when Elena was talking about the river just now, Angela unconsciously raised her head, and spoke a little louder, and the smile on her face became thicker, and patiently told Sir Evan:

"This soap is for washing your hands—you must rub it in the palm of your hand—" she explained, tilting the spout slowly, and a trickle of boor trickled out of the silver spout and splashed on Sir Evan's palm.

The baron followed Angela's instructions and rubbed the soap in his palm—and in a few moments the foam filled his palm, and a faint aromatic scent came out of his nostrils.

"Uh-hmm—it smells—" Evan cried out unconsciously, he had never used something so strange, and when the people around him heard that it still smelled, they all took a few steps forward, and puffed up their noses to smell it.

"Alright, sir, it's time to put away the soap—" Angela said, reaching out to take the slippery soap that had become moistened, and continuing to rinse Evan's palm with water with her right hand.

Dirt and blood were wrapped in soap bubbles, and as the sewage poured on the grass, the baron's hands became white and clean again, and the eyes of the people widened as if they had seen some incredible miracle, and there was even an exclamation of "Wow" from the crowd.

"What is this—that's wonderful!" the baron put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, a quiet, clear scent permeating his hand, as if some aromatic magic had been cast.

He couldn't help but raise his head, looked at Angela curiously and longingly, and even exceeded his attention to her beauty, and couldn't wait to ask:

"It's called soap?—where did it come from?"