The girl was still reciting her speech. Suddenly, her eyes saw two people in the corner. It was Dimi, dressed in plain brown clothes, and John Gort, dressed in a gray robe.

[That's Dimi and ...... Goth? Goth, bastard, when will ......? The girl was surprised.

They are sitting together. Xiaowei was also a little surprised. Do the two of them actually know each other? I haven't heard of it at all.

The girl's eyes met with Dimi's eyes.

"Your Highness Dimiteo," the maiden walked over to Dimmy, still maintaining traditional etiquette in public, "Thank you very much for coming. And, Mr. Goth. ”

Goth tried to stop the girl from calling out his name, but it was too late. He stood up and shook hands with the girl with a wry smile.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, Your Excellency the Baroness." The young mage said.

Dimi...... I mean, what's wrong with His Highness Dimiteo? ”

Dimi didn't answer. Goth patted him lightly.

"Hmm...... Oh! Dimi said, "Nothing. ”

The girl left suspiciously. Her mind was on what she would say later, and she didn't pay much attention to Dimi.

……

Dimi returned to his seat. For a moment, when the girl's figure met his eyes, the world seemed to disappear before his eyes.

"What do you think......

The young prince shook his head with a wry smile and stopped his thoughts.

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On the other hand, the girl is still immersed in her own thoughts. It wasn't until someone called out to her that she suddenly "woke up".

"...... you?" The girl looked at the two in front of her. She had met one of the two: Margaret Engor, the eldest granddaughter of the old Marquis of Engor. Margaret wore a simple lilac dress, and beside her was a young woman wearing a red pullover and trousers, with a knife at her waist.

"Can you take a step to speak, Your Excellency the Baroness?" The woman in red said.

"When I'm done, thank you." The girl keenly sensed a hostility from the expressions of the two. She didn't want to waste her time on unnecessary things.

"It won't take much of your time, Your Excellency." Margaret N'Gore said.

"Say it." The girl had already "eavesdropped" on Margaret's conversation with the innkeeper in the inn, and knew that she had no good feelings for her. She was a little skeptical that the other party was here to find fault on purpose.

"Yes, Your Excellency Baroness," said the woman in red, "may I ask your age?" ”

“…… I just turned 16 last month. The girl replied.

For a moment, the girl saw a smile on the faces of the woman in red and Margaret. She frowned.

"You should still be celibate, Miss Victoria."

"Yes. You can see it at a glance, right? The girl felt a little impatient.

"So, you have a fiancé...... Any form of marriage engagement? The woman in red asked.

"No," said the girl crisply, she was almost certain that the other party had come to find fault, "and I am not obligated to tell you my personal privacy. ”

"Yes, Miss Victoria," said the woman in red, "I am the ...... in charge of army recruitment."

The girl's face changed slightly.

Every male citizen of the Empire who reached the age of sixteen was required to serve in the army for at least two years. The nobles held a certain quota of private soldiers, which allowed the people under their command to be exempt from military service, but for the nobles themselves, they could avoid military service unless they became one of the three major spellcasters and paid a large sum. The empire used this form to cultivate the loyalty of young nobles, while also maintaining a large number of direct legions.

Female citizens are also required to serve in the military, which takes half as much time as men, in addition to a relatively small amount of training. Moreover, women have one more way to avoid the military than men: as long as they are married or have a marriage contract, they can avoid forced entry into the military. As a result, more than ninety percent of imperial women would choose to marry or engage before the age of seventeen.

"As a recruiting officer, I must warn you," said the woman in red coldly, "since you have no husband, you must report to the army as soon as possible. Of course, you can also prepare enough donations. You are a landed nobleman and need a much higher amount of donations than those commoners. In addition to that, if neither your parents nor brothers have worked for the military, this amount ......"

"Tell me the amount." The girl began to get a little angry.

"Five hundred gold coins, Your Excellency." The woman in red said.

Even if the girl was worth thousands of gold coins, she still couldn't help but be shocked. This amount is probably enough to bankrupt the ordinary low-ranking nobles. It is no wonder that many people, even if they go to the army to suffer, are not willing to pay such a large "fine".

[This is also outrageous.] The girl complains in the spiritual world.

[It's different,] Xiao Wei, who is familiar with the laws of the empire, thinks clearly, [Most nobles have not inherited the territory from their fathers when they are sixteen years old, and it is impossible not to have a close relative who has served in the military. Their amounts can't be as high as ours. 】

"Miss Margaret. Did she pay the money? The girl asked.

"Miss Margaret is your age, but not like you," said the woman in red, "and she won second place in a fencing competition two years ago." According to the regulations, a martial artist who is dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts can be appropriately exempted from military service. ”

"It's 'amazing.'" The girl said sarcastically.

"What about you?" Margaret snorted, "Are you going to come to the army obediently, or are you going to prepare the money?" Or, hurry up and find a man for yourself? "Her voice is so loud that a lot of people are looking at her.

The girl's face became more and more gloomy.

[I'm curious to know if it's Margaret's arbitrariness, or if there's a group of people who are plotting against me.] The girl secretly consulted with Xiaowei.

[But they obviously don't know our details," Xiaowei said, "How? Are you going to announce the "Bright World"? In principle, all Mystic Warriors belong directly to the Imperial Army.

[It's not time yet. The girl said.

[Then I cast a spell?] Vicky proposed. The identity of the mage is also enough to shut up the other party.

[That's not worth it......] The girl wants to show herself as a "bright world" first. Could it be that he became a small person like Margaret and disrupted his plans?

"That's it." Suddenly, a loud voice rang out. That's Dimi.

The girl set her eyes on Dimi. In fact, everyone's eyes fell on the young prince.

"His Highness Dimiteo." Margaret and the woman in red immediately saluted Dimi.

Dimi nodded slightly. He quickly organized the language.

"The laws of the empire cannot be trampled on, but our topic today is not the military. Personally......"

Dimime paused: "In Errios, Her Excellency Baroness's book classification has gained tremendous support. And what about us? Waste time here for another problem! We laugh at the Erios for being thoughtful, but the Erios also laugh at us for being simple-minded, well-limbed savages. …… That's all I want to say. ”

The audience was silent. Everybody is thinking...... His Royal Highness's statement.

"Is this a speech on behalf of the Royalty, Your Highness?" In the middle of the night, the Marquis of Engol asked in a loud voice.

"Just on my own behalf." Dimi replied.

Margaret and the woman in red glanced at each other, and both read the helplessness in each other's eyes. Since His Royal Highness the Prince is playing a round openly...... They can't continue to embarrass girls on the spot on the issue of military service.

The girl stepped forward and shook hands with the woman in red: "I have no ill feelings towards the army, Your Excellency. Well...... Regarding my arrangements, I will visit you again at a later date. ”

The woman in red was speechless. She bowed slightly to the maiden, and then stepped back with Margaret. Someone started whispering.