With the help of two Greek maids, Tsepes changed into the aristocratic costume he had prepared for him.

After putting it on, he felt only one word, tight.

A high-necked tight-fitting outerwear with a skinny jumpsuit for a top-down tightness that doesn't have any comfort at all.

Of course, the color, material, and print of this dress are still quite good.

The Florentine Republic, the production of royal blue mid-range silk, embroiderers use pale yellow silk threads to embroider beautiful lace on the cuff neckline.

The value of this piece of clothing is at least a thousand deniers, enough for a family of three to live on for a year.

Cepes finally knew what it meant to spend money to buy sin, and the appearance was far less glamorous than his own comfort.

After a long time of adaptation, Cepes held back and did not pull his tight trouser legs.

Finally, he put on his lambskin shoes and a royal blue embroidered printed cape, and cautiously walked out of the room.

Why be careful? He was afraid that he would use too much strength to pull the crotch of his pants.

Under the guidance of the Greek maid, Cepes came to the banquet hall, and Viscount Muya in the hall couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he looked at Cepes's steps.

"It is worthy of His Royal Highness the Honorable Duke, the steps of the nobility are so standard, this kind of lotus step must be trained from a young age to come out."

Listening to Viscount Muya's exclamation, Cepes wanted to take off his lambskin soft shoes and smoke him.

Hell, I suspect that you nobles are afraid of tearing your crotch and embarrassment, and in the end you have to be named elegant.

While Tsepes was complaining, a noble girl wearing a collared evening dress walked over with a skirt.

The collared evening dress can be described as a benefit for men in the 15th century, with a huge neckline that shows the hemisphere scenery in front of people's eyes.

The aristocratic maiden who came to him, Tsepeš had seen, and her portrait was still hanging in his room.

"Your Royal Highness, this is my daughter, Gina Pistor, if there is any rudeness, please forgive your Highness the Duke."

No sooner had Viscount Muya finished his presentation than Bulaya entered the banquet hall through another door, still dressed in his traditional Turkish attire.

Viscount Muya's father and daughter immediately turned around and saluted Braye, and Cepes smiled politely at him.

"Beautiful ladies and ladies, and gentlemen, please take a seat."

Braye was noisy, and sat down at the banquet table as he spoke.

Tsepeš, Viscount Muya, Viscountess, Gina, sat in order of status.

Then Braye shook the bell a few times, and the neatly dressed old butler, with five maids and silver trays, walked in one by one.

It is not difficult to see that Viscount Muya, although the title is not high, is in a very good economic situation.

The food he prepared was many times more abundant than that of the down-and-out Baron Stout.

The old butler soon brought the maid to the table a sumptuous meal, and also prepared wine and barley beer.

Barley is produced much less than wheat, oats, and rye, but there are still many places in Europe where barley is grown in order to brew barley beer.

In an era of food scarcity, it is enough to see how people relied on beer at that time.

"What do you think of this beautiful young lady, Cepes?"

Tsepes was sipping beer and scribbling on a barbecue when Bulray suddenly said this.

Tsepes, who was unprepared, almost didn't squirt the beer in his mouth on the face of Viscount Muya opposite.

"Hahahaha, Cepes, don't be nervous, I didn't say I was going to marry this young lady to you, she is already engaged to someone else.

Her fiancé, the eldest son of Count Sandria, was about to pass by Nightingale Castle in a few days.

If something happens to you and this beautiful young lady now, I'm afraid that in a few days, her fiancé will duel with you. ”

It seemed that Braye was in a good mood and actually joked with Cepes.

It was just a small episode, and Tsepes didn't take it to heart.

However, in the next moment, he keenly noticed that Miss Gina's face had changed subtly.

Behind the beautiful smile, there was a flash of loss and unwillingness, but it did not escape the eyes of Cepes.

There must be a story in this, Gina doesn't like the count's son, is it like the story says, Gina has her own sweetheart.

Forehead...... This girl shouldn't be in love with me, it's very likely.

Tsepes drank all the beer in his glass, and boldly imagined in his mind that in the era when there were no computers, televisions, and mobile phones, he could only entertain himself like this.

A group of people who had eaten and had nothing to do chatted for a while, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, Tsepes got up early, took his short sword and shield, and went to practice the skills that Litam had taught him yesterday.

The place of training was chosen in the small garden at the back of the manor, and as soon as he arrived, he saw a beautiful girl sitting on a stone bench in the garden and wiping her tears.

It was Gina who was crying, she was no longer lively and cute, and her face was full of melancholy and resentment.

Tsepes saw Gina, and Gina naturally saw Tsepes, and she immediately wiped away her tears and wanted to trot back to her room.

"Miss Gina, can you tell me about any sad things?" Tsepes asked, driven by curiosity.

Gina slowed down, apparently struggling to tell Cepesz the secret in her heart.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl couldn't hide things in her heart, so Gina quickly decided to tell Cepesz what was on her mind.

The two sat down on the stone bench together, Gina poured out the bitter water in her heart, and Tsepeshi satisfied her gossip psychology.

It turned out that Count Sandria had two sons, and Gina liked Arthur, the second son of the earl, but her father wanted to marry her to the earl's eldest son, Filco.

The name Arthur, Cepes sounded a little familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember who it was.

In the face of such a bloody story, he didn't bother to think about it, and it was a serious thing to continue to listen to gossip.

"Then your father, do you know that you don't like your fiancé?"

"Of course he knows, but Arthur, without the inheritance of the title, he will not marry me to Arthur."

"Then Arthur knows you like him? Does he have any ideas? ”

"Arthur knows I love him, and he loves me too, but there is nothing we can do about this damn fate."

At first, Cepes just wanted to hear the excitement, but as he listened, he tasted something in it.

The second son of the earl, who has no right to inherit, can't share the family property, and the beautiful girl he loves deeply will be snatched away by his eldest brother.

This unlucky guy named Arthur has a hard life, and if he can pull him along, or give him a small promise, he is likely to become his own little brother like Davar.

"I'll be at Nightingale in a few days, and I can help you bring a letter to Arthur, if you need it," said Tepes. ”

"Really? Thank you so much, Lord Duke!

I'm going to write a letter, and I ask you to hand it over to Arthur yourself.

I trust you to tell you that I am writing to elope with Arthur.

If you feel like you're going to be in trouble, don't force it, I can understand that. ”

"It's all right, Miss Gina, if you give me the letter, I promise, give it to Arthur by hand, and don't let anyone know."

Tsepes gave Gina an affirmative look, but, when the letter arrived, he would give Arthur another option, a better one.