Stepping out of the carriage, Marin smiled and took off his trench coat, handed it to the servant who had already stepped forward, and then shook hands with the lord of the castle who had been standing in the sea breeze for an unknown amount of time.

This is a nobleman who looks a little old, and at this age, the nobleman has long been hollowed out by the perennial wine, but judging from his body, this one seems to be a transcendent being.

I don't know his sequence, I don't know the steps, but it's okay: "Thank you, Mr. Peter, for having me. ”

"There, Mr. Marin's arrival is really flattering to us, and we in Rosiliaud will not let you down when it comes to screening." The middle-aged man smiled very sincerely.

Sincerely, like a child who has done something wrong.

Marin nodded, signaling that he understood, and then he entered the manor under the guidance of the nobles.

Entering through the gate, Marin could only feel luxury, the picture of each marble brick, the carvings on every lamp pole, and the delicate reliefs on the guardrails of the stone bridge on the river.

No wonder everyone says that the Farolians waste too much money on art.

And art is not really important.

It can't be turned into bread, it can't be turned into milk, it's only destroyed by war again and again, and for Marin personally, if a work of art can't be eternal, then it has no value.

This artwork may be able to brighten up an era, but like its companions, it will eventually be engulfed in the flames of war.

No civilization dares to say that it is eternal, and no civilization can witness eternity, so art ...... After all, it is only a high and low thing, it can move people, add all kinds of feelings to people's hearts, but they will eventually disappear in time, like tears, disappear in the rain.

As if he had found Marin in little interest, the owner of the city had made a point of introducing Marin to the history of the villa before entering the manor.

"Do you know that this villa is said to be the palace of the emperor of the old Shiyuan, for a thousand years, his empire is gone, but this villa is still there, history is really an interesting subject, right?"

Listening to this Peter City Lord's affectionate explanation, Marin nodded: "Time is the fairest existence in this time, it treats all mortals and transcendents equally, even ordinary gods, they will eventually be swallowed up by time, only true eternity can create eternity." ”

"Yes, you are right, only true eternity can forge eternity." As if in joy and excitement, the middle-aged man led Marin into the hall.

The people of Farol love to dance, and at this time the meeting has already begun, and Marin stopped the city lord from wanting to stop the dance to introduce him: "Don't disturb the small pleasure of the young man, Mr. Peter, I have just come here, and there are some people who are not familiar with life, so you can first call the top people from all walks of life in the city of Rosilione and give me an introduction, so that I can recognize my familiar face." ”

"No problem, Your Excellency, please go to the side hall with Jacob, Jacob, the child of Jagfeld, and I will call you to meet you."

"That's great."

Marin nodded, and then followed the young man into the side hall.

And the city lord who watched Marin walk into the side hall smiled and looked at the city representative beside him, who frowned: "It looks like it's quite easy to deal with, I hope we don't look away." ”

"Probably not, just a child who doesn't have much scheming, the rumors can't help but be believed." As he spoke, the city lord nodded to the old man who had been led by the servant: "Old Philip, the little son-in-law of the Morvis family said that he wanted to see us. ”

"How?" The old man squinted.

"Side hall." The middle-aged city lord turned his head to look at the door of the side hall: "I'll let little Yaqbu go and entertain him." ”

"It's a good idea to let little Yacob test him with the advantage of his age."

"Of course, after all, we are grasshoppers on a rope, and thanks to the fact that the lady wanted to pave the way for her little son-in-law, otherwise we wouldn't have been so easy to get through."

"The kindness of a woman, our opponents are no more than that." When the old man said this, he noticed that someone was coming over, and he and his lord stopped the conversation and looked at the young man coming over: "Yoda, where have you been?" ”

"Dance until your servant comes to me, respect the lord of the city, is there anything wrong."

"Of course, the new Mr. Marin wants to meet everyone in the city, and you, as the owner of the lumber mill, should also show your face in front of the envoy."

"Well, let's hope our envoy will be considerate of us." The young man was silent for a moment, "By the way, Mr. Doma and the others. ”

………………

The young man said that Mr. Thomas and his friends were sitting in a small circle on the sofa in the side hall on the other side.

"That fat pig Peter brought in people, he looks younger than your son, our Lady Anna doesn't know what to do, is this son-in-law of hers so favored." Mr. Doma was a middle-aged man who was a little depressed, and he was listening to his friend's speech, and when he had finished, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Count Victor is here, and that fat pig can't make waves." ”

"What about that Marin, I heard from the wind commentary, this one has been able to slay the Great Demon several years ago." A companion said so.

"This is definitely bragging," Mr. Doma shook his head, "No matter how big his bloodline is, this gentleman will not be able to kill a Chaos Demon at the age of twelve." ”

At this moment there was a knock on the door of the side hall, and the young men standing by the door opened the door and saw the servant of Peter, the fat pig from their mouth, who saluted all those who were standing and present: "Honorable Excellencies, my master is gathering you. ”

"Very well, I'll be right away."

At this point, Mr. Doma, who stood up, paused: "By the way, is Mrs. Matthew not there?" ”

"No, Lady Matthew is doing a mysterious divination on the rooftop, and she says she will come down with Mademoiselle soon."

"That's great." Everyone said in unison.

When the servant left, Mr. Thomas glanced at his friends, "I hope it's a good gift." ”

"I don't think anyone can say no one who can turn down such a unique gift, unless he's not a man." Doma's old friend said with a smile.

"If not, we're all doomed." Another friend sighed solemnly.

"But then again, what is Mrs. Matthew divining, she can't even see her husband's death, what else do she want to see." Domma's old friend looked at Domma.

"I don't know either, pros and cons soothsayers have always been so fresh and refined in finding death." With that, Mr. Doma smiled with his friends as he walked to the door leading to the hall.

"Let's go meet our lord for a while and that stupid imp who doesn't seem to be useful."