"This is Venier, isn't it?", the team of the mission that had just crossed the border was a little tired, and the head of the mission was an earl, the earl of the imperial capital. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHe looked like he was only thirty-five or sixteen years old, as if he had just crossed several forbidden areas of this world and had gone through a lot of hardships to come to Bell Province.

In fact, it takes only half a month to go all the way to the imperial capital from here, and if you go by water, it will only take more than ten days. The reason why this count is so embarrassed is related to his pampered living habits. There was no milk to wash his face and feet along the way, and there was no maid to help him maintain his skin, and he was so haggard not because it was difficult to walk, but because he tortured himself.

Pars told him to rush to Venier as soon as possible, tossing him enough, almost never stopping along the way, a living nobleman of the imperial capital, where he suffered such a sin? At this time, when he saw the city of Venier, he almost collapsed with joy, and couldn't help but point to the city of Venier and ask, "I need a big bed, and a maid, and milk!"

He cursed hysterically before turning over and dismounting, quickly straightening his makeup with the help of his attendants, as almost the entire mission did. The aristocrat is a very strange creature, face may be more important than life, and maintaining his dignity and cleanliness at all times is the code of conduct for many nobles. They are willing to be stabbed, and they have to use blood to arrange their hair meticulously.

After a brief rest, the mission embarked on the itinerary again, and after this simple rest, the whole mission took on a new look. If the team was a mess of refugees before the break, now they are finally nobles. There was almost no visible dust on everyone's body, the collar was clean, and the stubble was shaved again. My hair was shiny, my face was covered with some foundation, and even my shoes were wiped clean. They held their heads proudly, their eyes could hardly see the official road in front of them, and if it weren't for the excellent blood of the horses under them, maybe they would all ride into the ditch.

"Hold up our flags. ”

Less than ten miles from Veneer, thirty-two banners were immediately erected in this contingent of nearly two hundred knights, and at the foreground was a lion with gold stripes on a black background, and the banner was stirred by the wind, and the lion seemed to come to life, and at any time and could pounce down from the banner and tear at all the unsubordinate. This is the family emblem of the Orlando family, and the person who leads this team is the Orlando family, thinking about it, there is also this possibility, after all, Empress Pars, as the biggest beneficiary of the mine, will definitely not rest assured and will not let go of the courage of these nobles.

If she doesn't look at them, they're bound to do something right under her nose!

The second is a white background with red edges, two axes and spears crossed, and a flying dragon flag. Behind this banner stands one of the representatives of the great nobility of the Empire, the hereditary Marquis of the Empire, Pilagos Yuresa, who is the contemporary patriarch of the Violet family, the indomitable soul of the Empire. This Mr. Marquis of Pilagos is also the organizer and leader of one of the noble groups of the Empire. In the Empire, this marquis possessed a power that was no weaker than that of the Empress of Pars, and in some places his words were far more effective than those of the Empress of Pars.

Many people secretly call Pilagos one of Orlando's cancers, and there are two other leaders of the aristocratic group who have the same honor as him, and are hated by some people, but still want to smile. They were dangerous aristocrats, but they were also the staunchest supporters of the Orlando Empire. They stole some of the power that belonged to the Empress of Pars, but they also fed back a stable society. Whether it is the aristocratic group or the gold aristocracy, in fact, it has long been impossible to distinguish with each other so accurately who is the friend and who is the enemy.

Further down, there are also the banners of the Imperial Research Institute, and some large and small noble banners, but they are far less shocking than the first two banners. As the southernmost country of the empire, it is obvious that so many nobles have gathered at once, which has never happened.

Before the legation had reached the city of Venier, a team of knights came up to meet them. At the head was the guard of honor of the knights of Veneer, a full three hundred horsemen, who rode horses of solid color, dressed in fine armor and ornamentation, and the horses marched in a row outside the city gate with easy and graceful steps, a full three miles away. The ground had been simply swept away, and about a hundred meters or so from the city gates, a red carpet covered the ground, making the final stretch of the road particularly striking.

The head of the mission, the Earl from the Imperial Capital, Saiah Orlando, the child of one of Pars's uncles—she would not let those siblings remain in the Imperial Capital, and most of the people around her were separated by a layer of connection. In this way, you will not forget your dignity because the relationship between the two parties is too close, and you will not be too unfamiliar and lose trust between each other. Saiya raised his hand and stretched out a finger to run it along his hairline, and the topaz the size of a pigeon's egg on his index finger was dazzling, and he could see it from afar. After reconfirming that there was no loss of decency, he flicked the reins and slowly approached the guard of honor at Wittier.

At the front of the honor guard, there are two pure white horses, one of the manes on the necks of these two horses is golden, and the other is silver, I don't know if it is naturally generated like this, or it is artificially dyed, but I have to say, it is indeed very beautiful.

The two horsemen came up to meet him, turned over and dismounted about ten meters in front of Saiya, and half-knelt on the ground, "Honorable messenger, on behalf of Vigros, the ruler of Venier, welcome you. ”

Saiya nodded with satisfaction, although it is a rural place, there is nothing lacking in etiquette. He raised his chin haughtily, squeezed out a slightly noble trill in his nose, "Uh-huh......", he casually glanced at the two of them with his eyes, and asked, "Is Vigros in charge of the affairs in the city now?", he noticed that the two people said "Ruler Vigros", instead of the name he least wanted to hear, and his mood was slightly better.

However, this good mood did not last long before it was ruined by these people, "Sorry, my lord, the current administrator of the city is Vigros's stepfather, Lord Borson. ”

Saiya frowned, and glanced back, and there was a knight behind him who also looked dazed and shook his head at a loss. No one could have imagined that in the end, things would turn out like this, and that the widow of Mirona would marry Bolson, which completely frustrated their original plan. But at this time, it seems pointless to talk about these things. Saiya snorted twice, "Lead the way!"

One of the two captains of the guard of honor held the reins for Saiya, and the other stood at Saiya's side, holding his saddle. If the other party is a local nobleman or a nobleman who is not from the imperial capital, he may not need a guard of honor and a full set of etiquette, but after all, Saiya's group of people are from the imperial capital, and they can't let these people see the jokes of Veneer City. Energetic music sounded in the city, and curious people gathered on both sides of the streets of the city to watch, wanting to see if some of these noble lords from the imperial capital looked different from the nobles here.

The lively scene and the superficial kung fu were in place, and Saiya couldn't help but bow slightly. He always said that he looked down on these countrymen, but these countrymen gave him so much face, he could accept it gladly, and there was still a trace of joy in it.

When the procession of the mission slowly stopped outside the lord's mansion, someone immediately brought a footstool so that these nobles could get off their horses gracefully, instead of turning over and dismounting like their country wretches. Saiya stepped on the footstool and fell to the ground, slapped his slightly shifted clothes with both hands, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards the gate of the Lord's Palace. At first glance, he saw the woman Mirona and her son, Vigros.

There was a young man in his thirties standing beside them, also wearing aristocratic formal clothes, but there was no trace of aristocratic bearing from him, this guy should be the Bolson who picked up cheap mud dog legs, right? He raised his chin and walked over slowly, followed by more than a dozen nobles and nobles who also came from the imperial capital, these people are all representatives of the interests of all parties in the province of Bell, but they are all headed by Saiyah.

Milora took Vigros by the hand and greeted her, followed by almost everyone, who stood about three or four meters away from Saiah and stopped, saluting.

Saiya waved his hand absently, and his flat tone was full of a kind of condescending arrogance, "No need to salute." But how dare the people present really not salute? Saiyan paid great attention to his appearance, did not show the slightest rudeness, and bowed slightly to those who had to give him a salute in return.

"We've met, Lady Mirona. Saiya looked at Borson, "This one, I'm afraid it's your husband, Mr. Borson, right?", he used the word Mr. instead of Your Excellency, and he still looked down on people like Borson in his bones after all. It's not the means to look down on him, it's the birth that looks down on him, and the lowly birth with mud in every pore is the reason why Saiya looks down on him.

As if sensing Saiyan's contempt, Bolton was not angry at all, and bowed again, "Yes, I am Bolton, Your Excellency Count Saiah." ”

Saiya nodded, let out a soft "oh", then turned to look at Vigros, and said pointedly, "The young man has grown up, you have to be like a man to protect your mother." Are you a man?"

Vigros broke free of Mirona's hand, tucked one hand at his waist, and bowed, "Yes, Your Excellency, I am a man. ”