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The similarly styled buildings are elegant, the gravel paths between the shops are clean and tidy, there is no smell of fish blowing from the sea, and the rich aroma begins to permeate the wisteria flowers on the wooden railings.

Quentin Grote's residence is a small courtyard on one of the busiest roads in the heart of the city.

Intricate handicrafts are popular here, and the monthly harvest of crystal merchants is almost equal to that of the master craftsmen of the central district.

The aristocrats loved these gadgets, and that was called art.

Every city needs an art center, at least that's what the Lord of Stormwind thinks. It showcases the cultural heritage of Stormwind, and is also a place for the nobles to enjoy, where they don't have to worry about the nuances of status, even the Lord of Honor can talk to the Viscount, and as the saying goes, art is equal.

This is how the chain of economy turned, Kozmo stood on the outer stage of the main palace, shook the red wine in his hand comfortably, and enjoyed the superiority of being in a high-level overlooking the light, and behind him was the murals of the past city lords of Stormwind City, lifelike.

At the top of the scepter next to the seat is an eagle with teeth and claws, symbolizing that it is not afraid of wind and rain.

"Lord of the City, the gentlemen of Mercester have arrived."

"Hmm."

With a wave of his hand, he slowly stood up, holding his scepter in his hand, stepping on the thick velvet blanket, and his confidence gradually rose.

His blue eyes emitted a sharp light, as if they were about to pierce the deep night sky.

Yes, he has already become the lord of Stormwind City.

Tonight in the backyard of the Mercedes "Lar Garcia", he will completely consolidate the position of the lord of the city in the cry of the torrent.

He wasn't supposed to be a puppet of the Mercedes, he was going to prove it to everyone. Thinking so, his white hand grasped the wine bottle in his hand, and gradually turned blue.

Kozmo's footsteps faded into the pale silver cloister.

Bright stars dotted the night sky, the sound of turning wheels and people's laughter mingled, and more and more horse-drawn carriages drove to this place.

It was a special night, with the sound of the piano singing and the magic lights shining unusually brightly.

The fountain square "Snowbe" under the starry night was surrounded by a large number of people, priests of the chapel, capable knights in civilian clothes, and aristocratic ladies in gorgeous dresses.

As the troubadour told the story of the kingdom of Astaire, Nancy Gaunt shook the blue feather fan in her hand and left the crowd and headed for some dark corner.

"Miss Gaunt, don't you listen to 'Whispers of Love' together?"

The blonde knight was a little surprised, but there was no response, and Stacy beside him pursed her lips and smiled, whispering a few words in her ear.

"I see."

The blonde knight's tone was sour, and he stared at Nancy's slender back with reluctance, and put the necklace he was holding back in his pocket.

Walking to the corner where no one was around, the shouts of Fountain Square suddenly became much quieter, and the smile on Nancy's face gradually replaced by seriousness.

Three figures gradually appeared around the corner, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Quentin Grote."

She knelt down on one knee and bowed very crisply, her gorgeous dress dragging on the ground, her face unchanged.

It was the old priest and Leo, and Lindsay, who had already changed their clothes.

"Well, this is Baron Randall, and your assistant in this operation."

The old priest introduced Leo like this, and Nancy, who had a cold expression, couldn't help but look at Leo a few more times, although Nancy was a loyal subordinate, but in order to facilitate participation in the drinking party, the old priest changed Leo's identity.

Each nobleman can bring a commoner in, although few nobles will use this right, which is not a bad thing for Leo, after all, there is no need to prepare an identity for Lindsaydo.

"When I participate in some matters of the banquet, Your Excellency can follow her around and have a look."

As the Viscount of Stormwind, Quentin Grout has a lot of old buddies, and he can't always walk around with Leo's fresh face.

If necessary, he will contact Leo through Nancy.

"Actually, you can leave this young lady with me..."

He turned around again, very politely to Leo, and then looked at Lindsay with some helplessness.

On his departure, the old priest offered to let his men help look after Lindsay, as the operation was critical and dangerous.

But for Leo, Lindsay couldn't go anywhere except to stay with him, so she politely refused.

"It's okay, she's safe with me too."

Leo said lightly.

Nancy, who listened to the conversation word for word, raised her head slightly, noticed Lindsay, who had no strength at all, and her good-looking brows immediately furrowed, but quickly smoothed out.

Growing up in an orphanage in Stormwind until she was adopted by Quentin Grote, she honed her skills after years of studying with a Master Assassin and is now determined to repay the favor.

As a good spy, he naturally knows what to say and what not to say.

・・・

As the magic lights lit up around Largarcia, Kozmo's reception began.

Having successfully delivered the invitation, Leo and Lindsay followed Nancy into the ranks of the nobles.

Interestingly, Nancy seems to be quite famous among the young nobles, and many of the young knights greet them with smiles.

Leo and Lindsay almost showed their feet.

With her smile on her face, the last young knight smiled and left, giving Leo and Lindsay a strange look as they left.

"Mr. Randall, do you and Miss Lindsay know nothing about noble etiquette?"

Nancy was a little helpless, she felt like she was really in trouble.

"No, it won't."

Leo and Lindsay looked at each other and shook their heads.

Baron Randall, who doesn't know how to be noble, and an ordinary girl who is very curious about her surroundings, Nancy can't help but have some doubts about the authenticity of her noble identity.

Of course, this is not without precedent in Stormwind, such as when an adventurer was suddenly granted a knighthood and stepped into the ranks of the nobility.

But the identity of the baron is a little different, the title of baron and above is awarded, but it needs to be assessed by the royal capital of Astaire, even if it is a knight with outstanding military achievements, it is difficult to become a baron if he does not have the same conversation and bearing.

Could it be hereditary, but after lurking in the aristocratic circle of Stormwind for so long, she had never heard of Randall's name.

Anyway, she believed the old priest, so she didn't pursue it anymore.

"We should choose a place away from the feast, preferably a small garden with no people."

Nancy proposed, with a thoughtful expression.

Leo nodded, and that was all he could do.

I wanted to get some information about Quentin Grote from Nancy, and there was a good opportunity in front of her.

The three of them walked to the small quiet garden, where there was not much light, and the beautiful plants looked a little dim.

"Mr. Wardle, what do you know about this reception?"

Nancy spoke first, her long blond hair fluttering, and her green eyes staring at Leo as if she wanted to see him through.

However, Nancy found that Baron Wardle in front of her was a little stunned and did not say a word.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wardle, what's wrong with you?"

Nancy was a little confused, and Lindsay, who was beside Leo, couldn't help but look up at him.

Leo was no longer the little guy who would blush when he was stared at by a beautiful woman, he just looked at the pair of green eyes and remembered some of the past.

The figure of a girl with green hair and green eyes flickered in her mind.

(To be continued.) )