The old Silver Fort has been thoroughly renovated, the shrubs and flower beds have been properly trimmed, the centuries-old classical columns and arcades have been decorated with brightly colored garlands, the curtains painted with the imperial emblem have dropped from the second floor of the castle to the ground, and in the large courtyard in front of the main castle, the venue for the evening banquet is ready.

The banquet will be followed by the coronation ceremony, with the main hall of the castle being the venue for the internal banquets, with more beautiful decorations and stricter etiquette, and the courtyard at the front of the castle being the outer banquets, to which all the nobles of the royal capital, merchants, churches and citizens will be invited.

Obviously, Rebecca prefers the lively atmosphere of the courtyard.

The girl was forced to change into the long court dress used for formal occasions, but the graceful and luxurious skirt could not stop her beating heart, she ran between the flower beds and fountains in front of the Silver Castle, and seemed very curious about everything here - the last time she came, her identity was still a down-and-out little nobleman in the south, and her ancestors were in full force, and she didn't dare to run around in the Silver Castle at all, and she had to be careful even to look around, but today...... But no one can control her.

At least except for the two elders, no one in this castle dared to care about her.

"The shrubs in the north are really different from the south, this thing is rare in our side - it's especially difficult to feed," Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, tugging at the branches and leaves of the bushes around the flower bed while baba with the maid next to her, "Recently, the druids on the side of the academy have been studying the transplantation of plants from the north and south, and they want to toss more hardy crops...... Did you know about the Agronomy Group? ”

The maid who followed Rebecca was a blonde girl in her twenties, who looked helpless at the moment, looked around with a hint of nervousness, bent down and carefully reminded: "Your Highness...... Please don't get too close to these plants, your skirt ......"

"Hey, it's okay, I'll wear it for the day anyway," Rebecca waved her hand, "Would you use a leaf as a whistle compared to this?" ”

The blonde maid was stunned for a moment, revealing an embarrassed look: "...... Your Highness, I'm very sorry that I won't. ”

"You can't do it, you might as well Betty...... Speaking of, what about Betty? Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who had come with her, and she looked up curiously, asking casually as she looked, "Hey, did you see Betty?" ”

The maid followed the train of thought of Her Royal Highness the princess vigorously, and after a while, she realized that the other party was talking about the little maid who looked a little stupid: "Betty's words...... I just saw her in a daze by the fountain. ”

As she answered, the maid couldn't help muttering in her heart, she couldn't understand how the little maid who seemed to have a bad brain could be selected as the head of the inner court, and the position was even higher than herself—that stupid little girl didn't know anything about court etiquette at all, and her slow reaction was worrying, she even seemed to be the first time to come to the occasion of so many people, she didn't know where to stand, and when no one greeted her, she was in a daze in a place like a flower bed or a fountain......

But it is incomprehensible that such an unresponsive little girl would be loved by the new royal family.

She was halfway confused when she saw Rebecca crane her neck and glance in the direction of the fountain, and Her Royal Highness's next move made the maid almost jump - Rebecca raised her hand, and a bright and dazzling fireball flew into the sky......

"Your Highness! Your ......"

At the blonde maid's exclamation, a bright fireball had exploded over the courtyard, and the magical light flame formed a string of clear and neat letters in midair: Betty come here.

After a while, under the dumbfounded gaze of the maid, the little maid named Betty quickly ran over from not far away and bowed vigorously in front of Rebecca: "Miss, you called me?" ”

The blonde maid wanted to remind the new head maid that Rebecca should now be addressed to Her Royal Highness rather than "Miss", but the two girls in front of her no longer cared about her—Rebecca and Betty were squatting on the ground together, and they pulled several leaves from the bushes and folded them into leaf whistles, and you and I blew them and laughed together......

Gawain guessed whose work it was when he saw a fireball explode into a string of letters, and he took Amber and followed the direction of the fireball, and sure enough, he found Rebecca, who was crouching on the ground with Betty blowing leaves, and next to them stood a blonde girl with a blank face and dressed as a maid.

"Your Majesty," the maid who was in a dazed state saw Gawain appear, and suddenly became even more helpless and nervous, "Your Highness, she ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Rebecca had already jumped up in surprise: "Wow! The ancestors are here! ”

Betty was half a beat slower, and also stood up: "Master...... Ah, Your Majesty. ”

The girl, who was always unresponsive, remembered the correct name just in time—though she had made it wrong the first time.

"It's okay, let's relax today." Gawain couldn't help but feel good when he saw Rebecca, who had changed into a court dress in front of him, but his temperament was not bound by clothing at all, and he waved his hand, "Just try not to throw fireballs, there will be mages floating over the castle after nightfall, except for the magic fireworks in a specific area, the fireballs you suddenly throw are easy to blow people down." ”

"Oh, got it......"

Gawain smiled and nodded, and then looked at the helpless, dazed blonde girl next to him: "You are the original maid in the Silver Castle, right?" ”

Goldilocks quickly lowered her head: "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

"Relax, get used to it, if you want to continue to serve the new royal family, you should get used to this life with fewer rules."

“…… Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Gawain hummed and was about to leave here, but he was about to take a step when Rebecca stopped him: "That's right, my lord, I heard that the black-haired maid next to Duchess Victoria is a black dragon, is it true?" ”

"Who are you listening to?" Gawain stopped and looked at Rebecca in surprise, "This news is not kept secret...... But it shouldn't have been made public, right? ”

"I've heard Philip say it, and there are a lot of soldiers talking about it."

“…… Also, there were a lot of witnesses that day," Gawain nodded, "That's right, her name is Maggie, and she is a black dragon, but she herself has no intention of spreading it around. Why did you suddenly become interested in this? ”

"Ah, I'm just a little curious, there are dragons living with humans...... Rebecca blinked, her face full of curiosity and inquiry, "I heard that dragon magic is very powerful, do you say Maggie can also use dragon magic?" ”

"It's hard to say, maybe, but it seems to be weaker than a normal dragon," Gawain said casually, and then reminded, "It's not good to talk about this behind your back, you can ask her in person, but pay attention to politeness, there seems to be some 'problem' with her dragon bloodline, if she doesn't want to say it, you shouldn't be too offended." ”

Rebecca nodded vigorously, her face full of seriousness: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm polite!" ”

To be honest, Gawain really doubted the credibility of the girl's "politeness", after all, according to Herty, Rebecca's two worst homework classes were etiquette and history, and nearly one-third of the girl's education funds were spent on the teacher's medical expenses for these two lessons, but after thinking about it, Rebecca just failed to meet the etiquette class, and "politeness" should still be fine......

After all, the "courtesy" in the eyes of the aristocracy and the "politeness" of the public have been divided to a certain extent, Rebecca is a girl who bows her head to greet older commoners, but her ease and humility are "rude and dull" in the orthodox etiquette norms......

From this point of view, it is a good thing that Rebecca's "etiquette" class failed the "etiquette" class, which made her accept many of the concepts of equality instilled by Gawain without adapting to it......

Maybe Gawain should be glad that Rebecca's family was in financial difficulties when she was a child, so that Viscount Cecil and Hetty failed to hire a etiquette teacher for this girl, otherwise he would have another headache for Rebecca's education now.

With a hint of a smile, Gawain carried Amber over the flower beds in the courtyard, and on the way to the clearing, he heard a loud whistle coming from beside him.

He turned his head slightly to see Amber pinching a folded leaf, which he brought to his lips and blew harder, whistlering loudly.

"Will you too?"

"It's not hard."

"Who taught you?"

"My adoptive father."

Amber said as she pinched the leaf whistle in her hand, flattened her lips, and threw it away.

"It's kids who like to play with this......," she muttered, "but suddenly I saw Rebecca and Betty playing, and remembered that I could too, so I folded one." ”

Gawain silently glanced at Amber and didn't say anything, but turned his head and looked in the direction of the fountain square ahead.

A group of aristocratic men and ladies and ladies in splendid costumes gathered in the small square, but the focal point of the crowd was a little old man in a gray robe, with messy hair and beard, hunched over and a hippie smile, the latter was talking in the crowd with a red face, causing the noble men around to nod frequently, and the ladies and ladies smiled from time to time.

Gawain guessed that Pittman must be selling his deceptive stuff again—either a fake pill that doesn't kill people, or a useless amulet, and his bluffing stuff that few people would take seriously, but he was always in the name of the Empire's chief druid and master researcher, and there was always someone to cheer for here.

Gawain turned to look at Amber, "You haven't talked to Pitman yet, have you?" ”

“…… Not yet," Amber paused, seeming with a hint of nervousness and hesitation, "I ...... I was busy arranging security and didn't have time to ......"

"Now that we all have time, Pitman seems to have time," Gawain said, "let's talk." ”

Amber looked up: "You're going with me?" ”

Gawain smiled, didn't answer, and walked straight forward with Amber.

The crowd near the fountain noticed Gawain's figure, bowed and saluted, and retreated to both sides, leaving only Pitman standing there, the old druid raised his head, slapped his face, and smiled at Gawain: "You are here, my business is gone." ”

"Then talk about your business," Gawain said, pushing Amber forward slightly, "don't you have something to give her?" ”

"Give it to me?" Amber froze for a moment, then turned her head to look at Gawain with wide eyes.

"Your Majesty sent me a letter a few days ago about your adoptive father and your origins," Pitman said with a smile on his wrinkled face as he looked at Amber, "and he told me that some secrets were best not to bring in the coffin, and I told him that I had something to pass on to you......"

Amber's gaze moved between Gawain and Pitman, and finally landed on Pitman: "Yes...... What the? ”

Pitman sighed softly, the wrinkles on his face twitching, as if he wanted to maintain his playful countenance that had lasted for decades, but the expression finally became a little funny, and then he reached out and dug into the pocket on the inside of his robe, pulling out a rather worn notebook.

"This is what Surrey Randolph left for you, and he said that one day you can give this to you without having to worry about the royal killers and pursuers," Pittman said slowly, "but I hesitated for a moment because it might not be easy for you to accept." I wanted to take it in a coffin...... But Your Majesty tells me that you have the right to know where you come from. ”

Amber had a hint of hesitation on her face when she took the notebook, as if the secret that had been hidden for decades was suddenly presented in front of her eyes, which made the half-elf's mind blank for a moment, she forgot to ask, forgot to question, and just subconsciously took what Pitman handed over, and before she could open it, Pitman's voice came again.

"After reading it, I'll tell you how I met your adoptive father back then."

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