The hastily created subspace quickly collapsed in a short period of time, and before it collapsed, Yalei had already left the Witch's House community with the puppet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This matter is over for the time being, and the black-haired knight naturally has to rush back to Celtic non-stop, after all, he still has a lot of work to do during this time.

......

Celtic, Dunlun, Governor's Palace.

A little closer to the square outside the mansion, you can hear the noise of people rushing in.

As the capital of an emerging region, the Doge's Palace, which was repeatedly forced to expand due to population expansion, now consists of several separate buildings, all of which open onto the Central Drawing House, where the Governor entertained his guests

The layout is similar to that of the aristocratic salons, with murals of serene landscapes, elegant polis carpets, Celtic oak furniture, and crystal lamps radiating across the dome.

Nearby nobles and celebrities (mainly Gaul), decent squires, government officials, attendants who had come to celebrate on behalf of their masters, and a large number of well-dressed people gathered in the parlor, and the sofas and benches were filled with groups of chattering people.

Taking advantage of the governor's banquet guests, all kinds of people are eagerly communicating in this space, most of them are trying to expand their social circle, and a small number of people who are more cold and arrogant and reserved are often the objects of people's compliments and stammers.

Yalei is not an idle egg who wants to make trouble, but there are too many invitations on his side before, and he has to toss them to death one by one, but if they all refuse and don't know how many colleagues he will offend, he has to turn against the guest and invite them over to rub them and pull them down.

Many of the military families and the new nobles themselves regarded this banquet as a grand festival, and they were happy to show off their income this year, their experience in running the land, their strength, or the favor and guidance of the governor.

And those senior nobles, the attendants of officials in other places, were naturally disdainful, and this group of people was more concerned about their meeting with the Celtic governor himself, but this lord had not shown any signs of appearance so far.

The bejeweled ladies and ladies sat in a circle, wearing the dance skirts that best outlined their figures, sipping fruit wine reservedly, and their critical eyes turned around the group of nouveau riche.

They don't care about politics and harvests, they care about the status of these new nobles and military families, as well as their development prospects, and of course, their appearance and strength are also very important.

Why are these noblewomen and ladies so hungry, it has to start with the imperial knighthood.

Rosevia's knighthood has always been based on two systems.

One is a nominal knight, the legitimacy of this title is only one generation, you can get the fief and real power of the realm, if you want to be hereditary, you must pass the rigorous trial. Therefore, if the descendants do not fight for it, they will immediately lose their titles, and the land will be transferred, and except for the blue blood families with transcendent status, almost no family can be hereditary for a long time.

The knight is not a knight that can only be obtained by the knight lord, but a title that establishes the transcendent status of the knight class, including mage, fairy doctor, and even monsters, with enough strength and meritorious service, can get the knight.

The other is a nominal noble title, which can be inherited by hereditary generations, and is often a reward for ordinary people who have made special contributions and the descendants of meritorious knights. Except for a little privilege that is superior to the common people, there is no real power, let alone any visible benefits.

Therefore, under the continuation of the hereditary system, there are many nominal nobles in the country, who are often close to or have gone bankrupt, but the title still lasts for one or two generations according to the law.

The dilapidated aristocracy who are embarrassed to such an extent seems to have no other way out than to rely on their fame to find a son-in-law to turn over. And Celtic, the virgin land that has just been developed and has given birth to many new aristocrats, is obviously an excellent gold panning ground for their group.

Of course, if he can hook up with a few high-ranking knights around the governor, or even be his own lover, it will be the best choice for these noble ladies and celebrities.

However, the upper knights were obviously not interested in these women at the moment, they were more concerned about the local security, especially whether the newly surrendered sea general would make trouble. Except for Goethe, who is more talkative (lustful), the rest of the people have their own aura that no one should enter, and they sit quietly in the corner and enjoy a drink, without any intention of mixing with social things like that.

Of course, the women were disappointed, but compared to these cold knights, their Excellency the Doge, who was more present, never showed up.

......

In the slightly flickering lights.

Yare sat thoughtfully in his seat, with the doll in front of him, and the miniature girl-like doll looked a little weird. She was sitting on the table with her legs spread apart, her arms hanging at her sides, her eyes twinkling as if there was information circulating in her head.

Two days had passed since the black-haired knight returned from Thrace, during which time he tried to communicate with the puppet whenever he had time, but the other man seemed to be unintelligent, and only intermittently sputtered strange notes.

"What the hell are you?"

Yalei leaned heavily on the back of his chair and couldn't help but ask.

"Mei ...... Lily ...... I'm Melly......"

The puppet raised its head tremblingly, the light in its eyes steady, and said in a voice as subtle as breathing.

"Melly?"

The black-haired chivalry was shocked, and immediately helped up to the doll, ready to ask her what Elena was about.

Bang!

The compound door was suddenly pushed open with a heavy blow, Charlene rushed in with her skirt and two hems, and saw that Yalei was still sitting in the office and fiddling with dolls, and suddenly became angry, and her apricot eyes glared:

"Don't play with dolls, everyone is waiting for you. ”

"I see. ”

Yalei glanced at the doll and found that she had lost her vitality at the moment, so she could only regret giving up for the time being.

......

The arrival of the governor finally brought the banquet to a climax, and the new nobles, celebrities and bureaucrats, or the attendants who attended the banquet on behalf of their hosts raised their glasses.

In the Celtic land of nearly 100,000 square miles, Yalei has undisputed prestige, whether it is military households, natives, or immigrants, they are willing to submit to his management, and consider him an irreplaceable protector.

And Charlene, who walked with the black-haired knight by the arm, was no stranger to them, in fact, when someone skipped work, the green-haired girl was the actual manager of the land. Moreover, there is a certain level, which never exceeds the decree of the governor himself, and the coordination and management under the framework are well organized.

Except for the army, she couldn't speak (Kara and the others were not convinced), in the eyes of the local bureaucrats in Celt and even the kings of the Highland Kingdom, Charlene's voice was almost equivalent to Yalei's voice.

In the face of such a talented and beautiful lady with noble blood, the celebrities and ladies who were originally eyeing each other felt a huge gap, and they could only reluctantly let go of their delusions and turn their attention to those nouveau riche who they could barely accept.