Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Struggling Civilian

Pinching the letter with the obsidian badge, Augustus, who was sitting on the head of the chuang, looked down at the Gneueus family's servant Yurimos standing in front of him, held the letter and gently tapped the root of his thigh, the corners of his mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, his eyes playfully looked at the humble Yurimos who lowered his head very low, and felt an inexplicable sense of depression, looking very respectful but not the honorable and humble of the Gnaeus family, casually threw the letter on the table, and said with a bright smile: "You go back to your young master Pompey, Augustus has already agreed! It's just that he doesn't like the 'Alder Rose Workshop', but is very curious about Tyclatan. ”

The corners of Yulimos's mouth twitched slightly, a trace of contempt flashed in his respectfully bowed eyes, and a sneer quietly appeared at the corners of his mouth. The Alder Rose Workshop is already a rare place for aristocratic entertainment and leisure in Alder City, and this lowly untouchable person still wants to extravagant Tyclata? He is really a lowly and greedy commoner.

It's just that when Yurimos slandered in his heart, he didn't think that his current identity was not a pure civilian, wasn't it? Or is it because he has an extra title of Ganeus on his head, he thinks it is beyond the common class?

With a happy expression on his face, Yurimos said, "I will definitely convey the words of Young Master Augustus to Young Master Pompey." ”

After saying that, Yurimos did not linger, looked at Augustus respectfully, whispered a few words, and then went back to Pompey to return to his life.

For Yurimus, who was respectful on the surface but full of disdain in his heart, Augustus seemed very calm, he smiled at the brisk steps of Yurimos's departure, and then looked back at the ox horn bow that was already hanging in the corner, and muttered: "How much Bourbon silver can the friendship of the nobles be worth??" ”

Returning to the Gnaeus family, Julimos relayed Augustus's words word for word to Young Master Pompey, who was still lying on his luxurious sickbed. Originally, I thought that Young Master Pompey would first be silent and contemplative for a while with a deep thought, and then maybe he would be angry, or maybe show an elegant and playful smile.

But this time it was different, and Pompey heard the words from Yurimos. Immediately he burst out laughing, and commanded Yurimos, "Go to Tekratan and get ready, we need to welcome an honored guest tonight!" ”

Honored guests? Isn't that Augustus?

As an excellent servant, despite his doubts, Jurimos honestly kept his mouth shut and did what Young Master Pompey, the heir of the Gnaeus family, was told, and he must do it perfectly.

Noxus is famous for its wars, iron wills, and beasts. Anyone who mentions the Noxian Federation can't help frowning, and even can't help muttering: "Beastly country".

It's just that those who keep slandering the Noxian Federation don't actually know Noxus at all, and maybe they never thought about Noxus. Fifty years ago. A bard named Mayer Goethe, after traveling every inch of Noxus, wrote a book called "Noxus Observations", which spread like the Tibetan black bull madness that killed nearly 10 million people in the continent of Varojan more than a hundred years ago.

It has spread to Demacia, Aeolia, Shadow Isle, and many other countries.

It was also with this book that the inhabitants of the continent of Varojan had a slight change in their perception of Noxus. As Maye Goethe wrote at the beginning of the third volume of his Noxus Observations: "A Noxus that has given birth to war machines has a life of elegance and elegance that has amazed Demacia and other empires, and I feel as if I have returned to the imperial capital of Demacia, and I am sleeping beside the delicate and gentle Purple Nightlady." ”

The Purple Nightshade girls in the book are none other than Demacia's most prestigious girls, and they are the stunners that any man dreams of. Anyone who has read "Noxus Experience" has had a drastic change in their original hearts about Noxus, and the life of the nobles of a country where war was born is so unbelievable.

"Noxus Observations" is widely circulated in the continent of Valoran. As the authority of Noxus, Burnham and General Darkwell once held a secret meeting in the imperial capital with a grim face, after which some nobles stepped down and finally disappeared from the stage of the Noxian Federation.

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Any aristocrat. Whether in Noxus or Demacia, which prides itself on being a nation and an equal, the aristocracy will always have high rights and a rich and exquisite life. Once the soul of the Imperial Army? General Quekao openly ridiculed the almost extravagant aristocratic life of Noxus: "Without the use of power, three adult nobles may not be able to beat a commoner living in Noxus!" ”

Darius, who has been in the limelight for nearly a decade, also sneered at a phrase that has been widely circulated in Noxus: "Waste doesn't just come from civilians. It also comes from the self-depraved aristocracy! The waste of a self-degraded nobleman is far more harmful than the waste of a commoner! ”

This may be the case with the statements made by some of the leading figures of the military or the political circles or the Holy See after the book "Noxus Observations" was wildly circulated on the mainland. Burnham, who has always been aware of the extravagance of the upper aristocracy? General Darkwell also had to be pressured to take some of the nobles who were acting a little out of the way to the unseen corners of Noxus.

Although after a series of suppressions, the extravagance of the nobility in Noxus has improved, but enjoyment is something that no one can refuse. As the most famous place for the nobles and wealthy people in the city, the two high-end leisure places "Alder Rose Workshop" and "Tyclata" are very famous in the city.

General Urgart, known for his cunning and rigidity, once stayed at the Titratan Hotel for one night, and the army-born General Urgat, known for his iron will, was full of praise for Tekratan's service, with a smile on his face that no man could understand.

A young man who was dressed in clothes and had a great contrast with the nobles and wealthy people who came and went in and out of Tyclatan stood outside the Tyclratan Hotel, looking at this gorgeous and wealthy perfect Gothic building, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "I'm afraid the income of civilians for three years here is only enough for one night's expenses." ”

Originally, when they saw this young man dressed as a civilian, standing in front of the Tekratan Hotel and sighing, they couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile, but when they saw the young man's handsome face that was harmless to humans and animals, but had become famous all over the city, the ridicule and disdain on his face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a complex that was difficult to describe in words.

"Augustus, this bold young man who has humiliated the face of the nobles, what is he doing here?" Many people thought to themselves.

"Can he afford to pay Tyclatan's bills?" Quite a few rich people, nobles expressed strong ridicule, mockery.

Immediately, they don't have to think about it, the nobles or wealthy people who often linger in large-scale entertainment and leisure places such as Titratan and Alder Rose Workshop will definitely not be unfamiliar with the middle-aged man who walked in front of them, burly, carrying a giant sword, and with an old-fashioned face, this middle-aged man also directly ignored the surprised gaze of everyone, and walked directly to Augustus, the arrogant head underground, and said respectfully: "Young Master Augustus, Young Master Pompey has set up a feast in Tyclatan, please go in and talk about it." ”

Augustus looked at the one in front of him, who had already met once, and now saw him behaving respectfully as if a devout believer was praying, and smiled: "It's the first time I've come to Tyclata, I'm not familiar with it, so please lead the way, and I'm not a nobleman, you can call me Augustus directly, young master, I'm not used to listening!" ”

"Yes, Master Augustus!" Yurimos looked very honest and said, then turned and walked at Tekratane in small steps, leading the way.

Augustus was even behind Yurimos, looking at this very wise servant, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and with the voices that he and Yurimos could hear, he said softly: "As an ambitious commoner who has nothing, the only thing you can rely on is your mind, Yurimos, you understand this, you will have the opportunity to become a nobleman in the future!" ”

Jurimos's face remained unchanged, and he did not stop, and walked forward, but a ripple arose in his heart, and he glanced back again at Augustus who was walking behind him, and the deep hidden contempt in his eyes quietly disappeared.

The aristocracy and the wealthy looked at the Tyclatan Hotel, which symbolized the status of the city with Eurimus and Augustus, with complicated expressions. The rich people, who were originally full of contempt, jealousy, and ridicule for Augustus, also quietly put away their snobbish eyes and replaced them with complexity.

Young Master Pompey of the House of Gnaeus invited Augustus to dinner? What does this mean??? Does this mean that Augustus has been reconciled with the nobility? A group of people thought in a mess of their minds. (To be continued.) )