"Oops, luck can't stop it!"

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Looking at the heavily armed guards on both sides of the carriage, you don't have to think about it to know that this is the carriage of the Viscount's Mansion, and the person who rides in this carriage has an extraordinary identity.

What made Rogge even more happy was that the driver of this carriage was still an acquaintance, the wine carrier man he saw at the city gate yesterday, Ehrman.

Rogge's eyes rolled to his heart, and when the carriage approached, Rogge ran out of his legs, and the rabbit couldn't catch up with the speed. It's not okay to run slowly, and fools know that those guards are definitely not vegetarians.

Seeing Rogge come to the carriage in an instant, he knelt down, raised his hands, and looked at Edwin in front of the carriage, with an extremely pious gaze, took a deep breath, and shouted: "What do I take to thank you, Lord Erwin, who is wise and martial, selfless, and self-sacrificing!"

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Alvin is considered an old man in the Viscountess' Palace, and he has completed the task of transporting wine well last time, and he is loyal, and he is even appreciated by the Viscountess, and he has changed from an ordinary servant to a coachman appointed by the Viscountess.

This kind of work is envied by others, and Erwin's identity is naturally rising, and even a few maids in the Viscount's Mansion who are good at looking and usually ignore themselves are now frowning at themselves when they have nothing to do, not to mention how proud they are.

But Alwyn knew that everything he had now was given by the noble lady in the carriage, so he did things more carefully, and the carriage was so smooth that it was a smooth one.

Today, I went out shopping with my honorable lady and young lady, and I was a good person, and those rich people who looked down on me on weekdays were now very polite to themselves.

Just when he was proud, an abrupt voice almost didn't startle Ehrman out of the car, and if he didn't take precautions, the reins were not properly laid, and the two horses pulling the cart instantly messed up, and the body shook for a while, and a pleasant exclamation came from the carriage.

Rogge's voice was hysterical, not to mention the people in the carriage, almost half the people on the street heard it, and the exclamations came out, and the guards on both sides came instantly, seeing this scene Rogge hurriedly raised his hands to show his innocence, indicating that he had done nothing.

Alwin, who had stabilized the carriage, recognized the black-haired, black-eyed, and yellow-skinned Rogge at a glance, and looked at Rogge with wide eyes, not knowing what it was about, and he was speechless for a while.

"What's going on with Elwin?"

The brief calm was broken by a pleasant and slightly crisp voice, and the door of the carriage opened, and out came a pure and beautiful girl, about eleven or twelve years old, with brown silky hair, wearing a snow-white dress, and a pair of blue eyes on her fair face looked smart and innocent.

The girl was embarrassed and angry at this time, thinking that the accident just now made the girl ugly, and said angrily: "Alwin, how can you catch the car!"

"Shirley, how can you talk like that?!" the reproachful words came from the carriage, and the voice was extremely gentle.

With the voice, a woman who looked a little similar to the girl walked down, which was completely different from the girl's pure temperament, the woman was about thirty years old, and her dignified and beautiful appearance gave people a noble and graceful temperament.

"How can you just get out of the car. The woman looked at the girl with pity, and said helplessly, "It seems that we need to learn more etiquette." ”

"Mother~~" When the girl heard this, she lost her temper in an instant, but looked at Ehrman viciously, but under the beautiful appearance, the vicious expression, how to look at it.

Alvin knew this young lady very well, and whenever the girl had such an expression, the Viscount's Mansion had to jump a little, and his heart was extremely depressed, but he didn't dare to say much, so he could only bow his head and not say a word.

"Eh, can I say something?" As soon as Rogge's words fell, one after another eyes turned instantly, especially Elvin's annoyed eyes, Rogge ignored them, looked at the mother and daughter, and said, "Eh, it's tiring to raise your hands like this." ”

'Is this kid crazy?!'

Seeing Rogge's expression of waving his hands comfortably, not taking this seriously at all, this sentence best represents the voice of everyone, and Alvin was even more stunned.

A commoner dared to order the carriage of the nobles, and when he saw the nobles, he did not bow down and saluted, and asked to speak without permission.

The most incredible thing is that you just talk, instead of explaining your behavior and asking for forgiveness, you have to say that your hands are tired like no one?

Rogge's reaction from beginning to end did not have a trace of what an imperial commoner should do, and in the eyes of everyone, he was not crazy.

"Hmph, so rude!" the girl frowned when she heard Rogge's words, but as soon as she turned her head, she looked at Rogge with wide eyes, as if she had discovered something new.

The same was true of the woman, but much more calmly than the girl, and she asked, in a tone of non-consequence, "What is your name?"

Rogge was stunned by the sudden scene, his mind was spinning, and he couldn't think of a reason, so he planned to continue to act according to the plan he had set.

"Honorable Viscountess, my name is Rogge!" Rogge stood up and bowed.

"Rogge?" The woman's eyes lit up as she looked at Rogge's performance, the etiquette that Rogge performed was the standard aristocratic etiquette of the Empire.

The so-called aristocratic etiquette is not only unique to the aristocracy, the etiquette in the early days of the empire was complicated, and there were many situations, among which the most standard, demanding and complete set of etiquette was passed down as a unique etiquette of the royal family.

Over the years, this set of etiquette has spread in aristocratic circles, and due to the harshness of this set of etiquette, even the simplest greeting must be accurate to the point of proportion.

Therefore, it is difficult for commoners to learn, and even if they do, most of them are only the same, and in the eyes of the nobles who have received etiquette and education since childhood, they can see the flaws at a glance.

So this set of etiquette is called the aristocratic ceremony!

But Rogge is different, a simple greeting from a subordinate to a superior nobleman, this viscountess can't see a flaw, not even a stiff feeling, even her twelve-year-old daughter can't do such a standard.

You must know that the viscount of Dale County is hereditary, and in terms of vision, this viscountess is also at the top of the entire duchy nobility circle.

In an instant, the viscountess took great interest in the somewhat thin but extremely attractive child in front of her, and asked, "How do you know that I am the viscountess?"

"I guess!" Rogge replied concisely and clearly, and everyone around this person was stunned again, looking at Rogge in unison, and secretly thought: Dare to talk like this, this kid is really crazy.

"Oh?" Rogge's words obviously surprised the viscountess, and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Who did you learn your etiquette from?"

"Uh~~~"

It is very simple to guess the identity of the woman, I am afraid that there are few people in the Viscount Mansion who can make this carriage, and others Rogge may not know him, but the Viscount has a kind and noble daughter, and I am afraid that no one in the entire Dale County does not know, this eldest lady is called Mother, and Rogge's IQ can naturally guess!

But the question of etiquette, Rogge really couldn't answer, no one believed it, unconsciously glanced at the girl beside the woman, an evil thought flashed, and then he couldn't go away anymore, and said seriously:

"It was a dark and windy night, in a slum full of cold and death, and a boy in shabby clothes rummaged around the garbage heap for food to survive the night, even if it was a piece of dry and dark bread......"

"After rummaging for a long time, just when the boy was desperate, a pair of frozen bruised little feet leaked out of the corner of the garbage heap......

"The boy found that the girl was holding a palm-sized piece of black bread tightly in her hand, and the boy only glanced at the girl quietly, so he went up to snatch it, and the girl was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to cry......"

"The boy who grabbed the bread found that the bread couldn't bite at all......"

Rogge planned to make up a bizarre story to stimulate the girl in front of him, but the scene of Rogge and Asuna fighting for bread came to mind.

An inexplicable sadness came to my heart, and I couldn't help but say it, and a simple story gradually became extremely heavy.

The soldiers and passers-by who didn't care at first, after listening to Rogge's tears, chose to remain silent, and more and more sympathetic eyes were cast at Rogge.

The commoners who worked in the rich areas on both sides of the street seemed to be more deeply touched, and some of them even cried quietly, and the more the girl listened, the more tears welled up in her eyes, and the viscountess frowned more and more.

As everyone listened quietly and experienced the tragic fate of the boy in the story......

"When the boy was about to die, he saw a starlight in front of him, and an old man in a gorgeous costume appeared, the old man looked at the boy, and said: "Young man, I am surprised to see your bones, and I want to pass on a set of exercises to strengthen your body, but I am willing to learn ?......."

"Honorable Viscountess, that's how I learned this set of etiquette!"

After listening to what Rogge said, everyone's eyes were bigger than bull's eyes, as if they had eaten flies, their faces were flushed, and they all had the same sentence in their hearts: Boy, my tears have fallen, you tell me this?!

"I really want to beat him!" I don't know who said, but everyone nodded secretly!

"You, you, you ......" The girl's tears that were about to cry were instantly beaten back, how could it feel good, pointing at Rogge and unable to speak in annoyance.

Unlike everyone else, the Viscountess frowned and looked angry, stared at Rogge and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Honorable Madam, this is just a story, you don't need to take it seriously. Although the story was true, Rogge didn't expect the noble viscountess to take it seriously.

"Do you know what kind of punishment a commoner should be punished according to the laws of the Empire?" Rogge realized that the viscountess was really angry.

Rogge was also surprised by the fact that it turned out to be like this, and looked up at the woman in front of him anew.

Commoners collide with nobles, and nobles can directly punish commoners without reporting, or even put them to death, but the viscountess did not do so.

After a moment of deep thought, Rog took a deep breath and saluted again, only this time without the previous perfunctory.

"Honorable Viscountess, it's not that I mean to lie, for a poor man like us, maybe I can still survive without saying it!"