The mansion of the Marquis of Saya is not too flashy, but full of natural beauty.

It is a mansion made of yellow, green, and brown. The large, thick wooden façade has not been painted too much, showing a natural affinity that is pleasant to the body and mind.

The main entrance is a circular arch nearly three meters high, with a series of arches under the vault of the horizontal tube, so that the main body of the building does not appear overly heavy and rigid, and the façade decorated with palms, roses and ivy leaves is particularly eye-catching.

The mansion of the Marquis of Saya did not use excessively expensive materials and elaborate processing to show off his wealth like most nobles, nor did it resemble the low and simple buildings built on the mountain and the water like Carraldo. His mansion was designed by the nobleman himself, who was more of a scholar than a soldier.

In terms of design concept, he inherited the tradition of the Carral people. This romantic plot of returning to nature can be traced back to his previous druid career.

Roland remembers that in Maupassant. When Saya was a teenager, he traveled with a great druid for three years. The elder's philosophy of going with the flow and being serene had a profound influence on the Marquis of Saya in every way. If it weren't for the influence of his other teacher, the father of the current Grand Duke of Carral, Saya would never have made it to the army.

But even the Grand Duke of the previous generation can only reluctantly admit that no matter how outstanding his student is in the military, he is still a pure scholar and a romantic poet in his heart.

In fact, even the inspiration for the profession of the Silent Swordsman was born when Maupassant once closed the window and watched the raindrops fall silently from outside.

He is the son of an Earl, a highly accomplished general, the founder and chief instructor of the Dumbblade Force, a druid of the Black Iron Rank, a Silver Overseer, and a Grand Alchemist who has obtained the certificate of Citrinitas. But he was also a famous poet, a scholar who studied the cultural style of Guell Carter, an educator, an architect, a philosopher, and even an honorary member of the Winter Fruit Society.

The Marquis of Sayya's reputation among the Calar druids rivaled that of an older Doyd. He enjoyed great prestige even in neighboring countries. His admirers even included priests of the gods, most notably Titan, the god of literature and tradition. The deity, popularly known as the Mithril Scholar, even expressed his desire to make Maupassant his chosen one on two occasions in public. But they were all politely rejected by Saya with extremely beautiful words.

Moreover, the Marquis of Saya is still one of the few nobles in this era who has no shelves. Coupled with the fact that he is frank and polite, indifferent to fame and fortune, and disdainful of making some conspiracies behind his back, it can be said that the Marquis of Saya has no personal enemies in the country. Even his political opponents had to praise him for his noble character.

If there is any regret about the Marquis of Sayya, it is that his private life is relatively chaotic. After all, it is a wind that is more like a poet than an aristocracy. Liucaizi, he has at least two dozen lovers in the country alone. And he still didn't have a wife until he was in his forties.

But because of this, he is also known as the nobleman who is least like the aristocracy. Because Maupassant was so clever that he completely separated his identities, almost no one knew all of his identities, and his subordinates never knew that their instructor was actually a high-ranking marquis. And the druids, who worshipped him as a scholar and poet, did not know his identity as an alchemist and general.

But that's exactly why. This "poet marquis" can be tolerated by the current Grand Duke, and has become the Grand Duke's most trusted right and left hand. Of course, changing identities to flirt with girls is also a big hobby of Maupassant.

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but glance at Helga.

The mere fact that she can inherit the surname of Marquis Saya is enough to prove that she is excellent.

Roland, however, had never heard of Maupassant having a daughter named Helga.

…… Did you die unexpectedly? Or what's the situation?

Roland couldn't help but ponder.

"It is worthy of the residence of His Excellency Maupassant," Roland entered, looking at the building as he looked at it as a work of art even on earth, and his words of praise were overflowing, "and this is the beauty of nature." ”

“…… Huh? No, no, no. You're overrated. ”

Helga, who was walking beside Roland, was slightly stunned, and his tone was full of confusion and shyness.

"No, I'm serious. Even a foreigner like me knows the talent of Marquis Saya. ”

Roland smiled slightly. Removing his hood, his silver-white silky hair flowed out like a spring, and his emerald green eyes were full of helplessness and serenity: "Miss Helga." I think you're probably pulling the wrong person. ”

"You...... Not a druid? ”

Helga's eyes widened slightly. Her long, fluffy, curly pink hair swayed slightly in the wind, and she looked overwhelmed.

The silver hair alone could tell him who he was—only Su Ze had such a pure hair color that could be white. Naturally, a foreigner cannot become a druid.

"But you ...... it"

"Alright. Helga. ”

At this moment, a warm and magnetic male voice came from not far away.

"Father's ......"

Helga was taken aback.

Roland looked up. I found a man standing not far from the door with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.

That's none other than the Marquis of Sayya. It is no different from Roland's impression.

He is a little over 1.8 meters tall, slightly thin, with silky brown curls parting to the sides, revealing his forehead. He was dressed in a soft, finely crafted leather armor, a dark brown robe, a thin black shawl, and a Karar sword with a dark brown sheath pinned to his waist.

Marquis Saya smiled kindly at Roland after noticing his gaze.

Then he whispered to Helga, who was standing beside Roland, "Don't let the guests stand outside for too long, Helga. ”

"But, Father, he's not ......"

"It's okay, Helga," Saya interrupted Helga, who wanted to explain, and said word by word in a poetic, soft and melodious tone, "It's okay...... It's the same for everyone. ”

"You mean ......"

Helga's azure pupils lit up suddenly. Roland noticed this and couldn't help but shake his head.

The Marquis's education is still not in place.

This kid is too easy to understand.

But then, Roland frowned-

It is certainly impossible to say that the Marquis of Saya had ill will towards him. This boss is a proper good camp, and even joined the side of the Covenant Makers after the revival of the plague. Anyway, Roland felt that he was not so vicious as to be killed by the Marquis of Sayya.

But Roland also knew that this was just a small manor of the Marquis of Sayya. His unprovoked presence in this peaceful little place of Richero is in itself an anomaly.

Moreover, he did not bring guards yet?

Thinking of this, Helga had already led Roland to the door.

Roland glanced at the pure white mistletoe above his head, raised his eyebrows, and walked in without hesitation. (To be continued.) )