If there's any place in Tanzanian town that would make Gawain less disappointing, and get a glimpse of the otherworldly beauty of classicism and elegance, it's the wealthy quarter, a little north of the town, which is cut off from the slums outside by a few roads and a fence, where decent people with heads and faces live in a relatively clean and tidy place.

There are beautiful two-storey buildings, each of which is made of light grey stone and cedar wood, and the balconies that extend from the second floor of the small buildings are dried fish and cured meat, which are symbols of wealthy families.

Although Tanzania is a town in general, far from the size of a city, those who live in wealthy areas call themselves glorious and proud citizens.

They were all big men who were free, could afford all kinds of taxes, and had decent jobs in the towns—that is, farmers and mine foremen.

And today, these decent men with heads and faces stood on their balconies, where they dried fish and cured meat, as they had done in the past, discussing with their neighbors what had happened lately—all the slightest interesting things were worth talking about, and the most important thing to talk about recently was undoubtedly the one that had happened in Cecil's domain.

Tanzania Town and its surrounding area are the fiefdom of Viscount Andrew, and Cecil Territory and Viscount Andrew are neighbors, although there is a large area of desolate land between the prosperous areas of the two territories, but there is still an official way, so even in this era of poor information exchange, what happened in Cecil Territory has spread throughout Tanzania Town early.

First, a group of refugees fled to this place under the leadership of a knight and a dozen soldiers, and then the news spread that Cecil's territory had been completely submerged and destroyed by a large number of monsters and elemental tides.

The townspeople who had lived for many years in the peaceful years did not believe in it at first, but the refugees and disadvantaged soldiers actually entered the town, and then Viscount Andrew gave the order to enforce a stricter curfew and increase the number of patrols around the town, so that the absurd horror story became a reality.

The townspeople elevated the bad news that had happened in Cecil's territory from an after-dinner conversation to a ...... Serious talk.

At first they had only occasionally chatted when they met in the tavern, but now they all had to stand on the balcony and talk about it in earnest against the backdrop of dried fish and cured meat.

And just when these decent people were talking about the declining Cecil family this time it was finally completely finished, the principal of the Cecil family had already passed through the rich district and the church district and entered the castle of Viscount Andrew.

No matter how difficult the life of the poor people in Tanzanian Town was, Viscount Andrew's home was magnificent, and in fact, due to the wealth of the territory itself and the wealth of the family, the castle built by the Viscount was far more beautiful than the small ruined fortress where Rebecca grew up.

After informing the castle of the visitor's identity, Viscount Andrew's butler invited Gawain and the others into the castle, and they were taken to the spacious and bright living room, where they sat behind a long mahogany table, waiting for the viscount's reception.

Sitting in the large and comfortable velvet chair, looking at the exquisite tea set made of silver in front of him, Gawain couldn't help but think of the poorer people outside who were poorly dressed and described as withered, and those houses that looked like shacks. Admittedly, he had some feelings about this fantasy world of swords and magic...... Disillusionment.

"Ancestor," Rebecca, who was sitting next to Gawain, quietly poked her ancestor's elbow, "How will we introduce you later?" ”

"Just as we have just discussed, just say it," Gawain said quietly, "Here, we can be high-profile." ”

"Ancestor," Hetty said, pouting in Amber's direction, "do you really think...... Is she fit here? ”

Amber sat across from Gawain, the half-elf lady studying the silver tea set in front of her, her main method of study was to pour the tea and stuff the cup into her bosom—and as Gawain looked up, she shoved a spoonful into it.

Gawain glared at the other side: "Amber! ”

"Wow!" Miss Thief exclaimed in a slightly exaggerated exclamation, and then took out the contents of her bosom and placed them on the table, including two teacups, three spoons, a silver plate, a pocket watch, a handful of nuts, two wine cups, and the monocle that Mr. Butler had just hung on his chest.

Gawain: "?! ”

Damn, this Miss Dora Po, how did you TM do it?!

At this moment, Gawain couldn't help but touch the sword of the pioneer beside him, and sincerely thanked this thief for not stealing when he dug the grave before......

"She's an important witness to my resurrection," Gawain said solemnly, trying to hold back the twitching on his face, "and don't you think it's easier to do bad things if you put this guy in a place where we can't keep an eye on it?" ”

Hetty nodded approvingly.

At this moment, the Viscount Andrew finally walked into the drawing room.

The oak door was pushed open by the attendants, and a thin, tall man entered, dressed in a close-fitting black gown, with short dark brown hair clinging to his scalp after balm, two meticulous mustaches extending under his nose to the sides, and his countenance tinged an unusual flush in the pale—a somewhat morbid look that was common among nobles, especially those who were not very gifted with magic or martial arts.

In order to experience supernatural powers beyond their own talents, and to indulge in more indulgent pleasures, they will overdose on expensive potions to "enhance their perceptions", and the side effects of such potions will manifest themselves in their faces.

They even took pride in it, and regarded the paleness of their faces as one of the hallmarks of nobility.

At this point, Cecil's descendants, who still followed the ancestral teachings to honestly hone their skills and relied on their own efforts to practice martial arts (or magic), became an outlier in aristocratic circles. But it can't be helped, after all, the Cecil family is in decline, not to mention the potions that are often priceless, and Rebecca can't even afford to fix the hole in the family castle - of course, she doesn't need to fix it now.

"Ah, beautiful Lady Hetty, and equally beautiful Miss Rebecca, I'm sorry for my tardiness," said Viscount Andrew in a loud voice as he entered the room, his tone suffocated and his face as if he were sincerely apologetic, "but I'm too busy, the bad news of Cecil's realm has spread throughout my realm, and the people are panicking, and I have to spend most of my day arranging for the defense of my realm and listening to the reports of the patrols. ”

Gawain suddenly got goosebumps, and muttered in a low voice: "Do you have to use this kind of aria when talking to the nobles of this year?" ”

Rebecca lowered her voice: "Ancestor, wasn't this the case for your nobles back then?" ”

"Back then, we used to go into taverns and blow each other in business, and then we talked about things by the way."

“…… The customs are indeed different now than they were back then. Of course, Viscount Andrew's way of speaking does ...... It's also a little more special than others. ”

"We understand that you really should be busy now," Hetty saw that Rebecca, who was the rightful heir of Cecil, was busy chatting with the ancestor at this time, completely unaware that she should stand up and respond, and immediately glared at the latter in embarrassment and hatred, and then stood up, "But I still have to remind you that you should call Rebecca a viscount, not a young lady - she has inherited the family title as early as last year, and on such occasions, you should call her Viscount Rebecca or Viscount Cecil." ”

The nobility of this world seems to have less strict rules when it comes to addressing titles on a general occasion, and they can be preceded by either a name or a surname.

Rebecca was glared at by Hetty, and then she stood up in hindsight and gave Viscount Andrew a proper bow to meet a nobleman of the same level, and the action was still standard: "Viscount Andrew, thank you very much for your hospitality." ”

"Yes, Viscount Cecil," Andrew reminisced about the lady's reputation in aristocratic circles after being reminded by Hetty, and he restrained himself a bit, and chose to use his surname instead of his first name before the title when addressing Rebecca, which was a more serious way of addressing him, "I deeply regret what happened to Cecil's Domain, it was a disaster." But the good news is that you are safe and sound, and it seems that the legacy of the Cecil family will not be severed. ”

What followed was almost nourishic politeness and congratulatory words, one side expressing his concern strictly and the other trying to show his gratitude and touch after being warmed, and Miss Rebecca, who was obviously suspicious of being caught in the door, was not very good at this kind of communication, so she bluntly pulled the topic straight back to the point: "Before the castle fell, Knight Philip led a team to cover the civilians to break through, and they should have withdrawn here." According to the laws of the Founding Fathers, they should be taking your refuge at this time. I wonder how they're doing? ”

"Of course, the laws made by the ancestors are sacred, and although my territory is small, it is more than enough to help the neighbors in distress," Andrew nodded, "The brave knight was covered with wounds and has not yet recovered, and I arranged for him to rest in the church of the Holy Light, where he can be given the best treatment." And those loyal soldiers and poor civilians have been arranged by me in the East and South Districts, and until now no one has died of cold and starvation. ”

None of Cecil's people who fled here died of cold and starvation, which is already a sign of dedication. Of course, it makes sense that Viscount Andrew would be willing to take in those refugees - after all, every Cecil lord he takes in will be converted into a debt on Rebecca, and if Rebecca wants to revive the family, she will have to pay Viscount Andrew a "gratuity" per capita.

Just as "a nobleman should take care of his neighbors in distress in the best possible way, and shelter the people of the neighbors who are in distress" was written into Ansu's law, "the recipient should pay the necessary reward to the ministering" was also clearly written in the code, and Gawain was very clear about this.

After all, these two laws were made by Gawain Cecil and Charles I......

Although Rebecca is not mature enough as a nobleman, she still understands this rule, and after hearing Viscount Andrew's words, her face can't help but be a little ugly, because she doubts whether she has the ability to pay off this sudden debt.

She couldn't help but glance at Gawain, and some bold and under-beating thoughts popped up in her mind.

Ancestor...... Antique bar...... Why don't you ask him to sell that dress?