The days flew by, and before Charles knew it, five days had passed, and there were only two days left before the deadline for the vacation given to them by Count Atlas.

With this in mind, Charles got up early today and washed his burqa inside and out, until he was sweating profusely. After washing himself well and tidying up his clothes, he was ready to go out.

The banquet that Du Wei said before was close at hand, and the invitation had been delivered to him as early as yesterday, so he had to prepare it no matter what, and he must not lose face in the details. After all, this banquet is not a small fight, but a large-scale banquet with the participation of many famous nobles in the Rhodok Kingdom.

"My lord, are you going out?" Just as Charles's left foot had already stepped out of the wooden door, Jessica's voice came from behind him, "If you're going out, can you bring some salt and cheese back, there aren't many of these things at home." If it's convenient for you, take some vegetables by the way, it's not good to always take them from the landlord, what do you think? ”

Charles was a little stunned for a moment, then nodded after a moment before turning and walking towards the door. I don't know if it's an illusion, but he just felt that Jessica was like the mistress of his house, and he was like many husbands in Djerkhara who were dominated by their wives to go out shopping, ordinary and warm and harmonious.

Charles shook his head vigorously as he walked out, banishing the strange thought from his mind. In the short time since he brought Jessica into the house, they have become very familiar with each other, and there is even a strange tacit understanding between them, which makes Charles feel very strange.

Hell, what's wrong with me lately, he thought, this strange thought can't be any more, it's Elena that I love with all my heart! Jessica is just a little girl I picked up, Charles, and you can't think anything wrong of her, you know!

Charles admonished himself in this way, and pushed open the heavy door of the house with all his might, and entered the garden. His gaze unconsciously stayed on the bench where Jessica and the old man Moissanite sat yesterday, and recalled the story of the old man Mozambit. He likes the story of Old Man Moissanite very much. For his personality, Charles is also extremely admirable. But as a Balionian, he couldn't put himself in the shoes of a Calradian. For him, whether it is a Rhodok, a Swadia, a Kujit, a Nord, a Vecchian, or a Sultanate of Saland, they are all the same in the eyes of the Shire.

After all, for an outsider like Charles, the reason why he became one of the Rhodoks and was willing to join their army was only because of some unforeseen chance and his own inner needs, not because he had any special emotions or special preferences for the country.

So, in Charles's view, if the situation is exceptional, he himself can be transformed into another identity. He could well work for the Swadiaans, for the Nords, for the Vykians, for the Kujits, and even for the Salanders. As long as the situation allows and the interests are sufficient, he can do so. After all, he was born in the Ryald Empire, which unified the continent of Barion, and he had not experienced the sharp contradictions and conflicts between countries on the continent of Calradia, so naturally he could not have their special and proud national pride.

Perhaps, in his bones, Charles was never a Calradian. Every minute of his life is nostalgic for his hometown, longing to become stronger and return to his homeland to reclaim everything that belongs to him. He is a native of Barion, the viscount of Reild, and the lord of Colora!

Perhaps it was because of his inability to bring in this emotion that he was able to treat people from all countries consistently, and this view of racial equality also played an important role in his later life, and it can even be said to be a decisive factor.

But now, naturally, Charles doesn't understand this. The only thing he was struggling to think about now was which style of dress he should buy so that he wouldn't be ridiculed by the big nobles who were above the top.

Charles had been standing in front of the dazzling dress rack at the Drifter boutique for a while, but he still couldn't make up his mind which one to buy. It seems that men and women are the same, and when they attend important occasions, they will always be entangled in what they wear. And this is precisely due to his own lack of confidence in himself.

At this moment, an old voice came from the side: "Sir, I have been observing you for a long time, are you very confused about which one you should choose, right?" ”

Charles turned his head, smiled at the old man with a tape measure, and nodded politely: "Yes, I feel that the clothes you hang on here are very good, but I don't know why I still feel that they are a little worse, and they don't quite match my ideas and requirements." That's why I'm so distressed, uh, sir, I don't know if there are any other dresses in your store, can you let me take a look? ”

The old man nodded: "Ha, it seems that you are very knowledgeable." These hanging on the outside are meant to be seen by ordinary people, and adults like you, who look like big people at first glance, will definitely disdain that kind of thing. You come with me, and you are satisfied with the dress package inside! ”

Charles nodded silently and followed him inside. The old man pushed open a wooden door, revealing the inside of the room. A small, about 20-square-meter small room is neatly arranged with two rows of hangers, which are full of clothes. Charles reached out and touched one of them casually, surprised to find that there was such a light and comfortable fabric in the world.

The old man had a smug smile on his face: "My lord, you can see that the fabric we have here is not comparable to the garbage outside!" This cloth is said to be called silk, and it was produced in a country even farther away than Saland, and even the people of Salander had to travel thousands of miles to bring back the good things back to China! If nothing else, the fabric from which this garment is made is sold for more than three hundred dinars in Salander, and its price is even much higher than that of velvet, let alone in Rhodoc. This is still a state of priceless and no market, and I know the people of other caravans, so I can barely collect a few such cloths. The people in the other shops in Djerkhara don't say they've seen it, they probably haven't even heard of it! ”

Charles touched the soft and comfortable silk garment, and couldn't help but want to buy it. But considering that his family property is not very rich, he still hesitated.

The old man saw that although Charles wanted to buy it, he was still a little hesitant, so he hurriedly served a bowl of chicken soup: "My lord, shopping is the same as life, only by giving the wealth of life can you get what you want." Whether it's honor, status, money, joy, it's all the same. But my lord, if you don't choose to give, then you really won't get anything. So I think that being a man is to dare to do it, and you can't wait until you are old to see people wearing gold and silver before hugging each other to secretly regret it, are you right! ”

Charles drank his chicken soup, looked at his "heartbroken" expression, accidentally thought of himself, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "Okay, give me one of your most suitable sizes for me, I bought it!" ”

When the old man heard that he had made up his mind to buy it, he immediately changed his face and smiled brightly: "I wish you a fortune, my lord, a total of eight hundred dinars, thank you for your patronage!" ”