After the two got into the carriage, Lydia motioned for the coachman to leave.

A carriage drawn by two white horses galloped down the street, and the rows of houses quickly receded, for it was late and the streets were already empty, and Lydia was not worried about hitting pedestrians.

Both Emile and Sain were nervous, not only because it was the first time they had ridden in such a luxurious carriage, but also because after seeing what the coachman was wearing, they suddenly noticed that their clothes were too shabby, which was not what they were qualified to enter the noble family.

They should have felt honored that Moswood was willing to invite them to the manor, or perhaps Moswood wanted to show his sincerity and let the beautiful and generous Lydia take them back, but even so, they inevitably developed an inferiority complex.

The Emir knew very well that it was not Lydia's fault, but something that was deeply rooted in the marrow of their common people.

However, he thought that Lydia had been so kind to them, and if he showed his inferiority complex, it would undoubtedly make Lydia feel unhappy, so he had to pretend to look at the scenery outside.

Sain was also at a loss at first, and after seeing the Emir's actions, he had no choice but to do so.

However, even such a subtle gesture Lydia immediately saw through it, but she didn't say anything, because it was the respect that a knight should have for the common people.

There were two rows of seats opposite each other in the carriage, and Lydia sat alone in one row, facing the two of them, and with some time before they reached their destination, she decided to find something to talk about and break the awkward atmosphere.

"By the way, Emir, I heard that you were a forger before you joined the army." Lydia said casually.

"......," said the emir, who was stunned for a moment, then said, "nothing more than a blacksmith's apprentice." ”

"Indeed, the Emile is only an apprentice, and only a master like Moswood can be considered a forger."

Sain joined the conversation, he didn't mean to belittle the emir, he just told the truth, but Lydia seemed to hear something unexpected.

"That's right, but you shouldn't know what a forging master is, in fact, at the level of the emir, as long as you pass the imperial assessment, you can get the forging certificate."

"Really? Even if I only know a little bit about the skin? ”

The Emir was visibly unconvinced, and only thought that Lydia was joking with him.

"So how can I take the test?" Sain asked.

"Don't you, O Sain, understand my ambitions? I don't want to be a blacksmith. The emir tried to stop him from asking.

One is because this is indeed his true thoughts, he only wants to establish merit on the battlefield, and working in the weapon workshop is only temporary, and the second is because he doesn't want to trouble Lydia, if he lets Lydia know that he wants to become a professional forger, he will definitely find a way to help.

"It's okay, just ask first."

"Well, I don't know very well," Lydia didn't expect them to ask, so she scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "After all, I'm just a trainee knight, if you really have this ambition, I can ask my grandfather, anyway, I heard that grandpa has already passed the imperial assessment when he was as young as you." ”

"Oh, that's still not a hassle." Emir said with a smile.

"Then how can you bury your talents," Sain refused to give up, and continued, "Think about it, even if a commoner like us makes a relatively large achievement in the future, it may not be recognized by the nobles, but if you become a forger, maybe you can be like Mr. Moswood, and one day get rid of the commoner, and I can rely on you, right?" ”

The Emir was grateful to Sain for speaking for him, but he couldn't approve of bothering others for his own sake, so he spoke his true thoughts.

"Needless to say, I don't want to trouble Mr. Mosswood."

"But ......"

Sain wanted to say something, but when he saw that the emir had said this, he finally chose to remain silent.

In this way, the atmosphere in the carriage became awkward again, and Lydia could only sigh to herself, and she was relieved until the carriage reached the gate of a manor.

Lydia was the first to go down and tell the servant to open the door, and the two of them also got out of the car, and when they saw the tall building in front of them, they all showed incredulous expressions.

When they came to the town, they thought the pit man's restaurant was gorgeous enough, until they saw the current four-story building, which was definitely not on the same level as the restaurant in terms of style and scale.

"This, is this a castle?" Sain asked suddenly.

"What castle?" Lydia wondered.

Even the emir felt embarrassed at this time, although in his impression, there was no more castle in the storybook illustration than this, but it was obvious that it was estimated that only the great nobles could afford to live in the castle, and the most in front of them was a manor.

"Hahahaha," Lydia suddenly understood, and couldn't help laughing, "I said my family, I'm sorry for misunderstanding you, in the Elnos Empire, only royalty can afford to live in a castle, this scale may seem big enough to you, but this is just a small nobleman's estate, by the way, do you know the rank of nobles?" ”

"What? Is there still a hierarchy of nobles? Sain was surprised.

"Uh, isn't it just big or small?"

This is what the emir learned from the storybook, but from the experience just now, since there is a misunderstanding of the size of the castle, the knowledge about the nobility is certainly not accurate, so he deliberately said it wrong and waited for Lydia to explain.

"Well, you're not wrong when you say it's big and small," unexpectedly, Lydia admitted his statement, and continued, "but to be specific, there are five grades from the oldest to the smallest, and my grandfather is the youngest baron. ”

"I see," said Theon, nodding, "isn't the Duke's place to live bigger?" ”

"Of course, and in front of the castle of the royal family, the duke is nothing, and if you have the opportunity to see it, your jaw will definitely drop."

"Oh? Then I'd love to see it. Sain looked expectant.

"Well, there will be a day." The emir nodded solemnly.

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to that day, but we still have to fill our stomachs now, let's go, let's go in." Lydia said with a smile.

Then, led by Lydia, the two entered the manor through the iron fence gate.

Although it was late, there were still servants in the manor, but they were all haggard and did not seem to have rested.

It suddenly dawned on the emir that it was already time to rest, and that the servants had not been called up temporarily because a guest was coming.

Thinking of this, he felt a little weak, he was obviously just a commoner, and he might not even be able to compare with the status of these servants, but now he wanted to trouble them.

What the two of them saw outside was the central building of the entire manor, which belonged to the living quarters of the nobles, some low buildings such as warehouses and towers were scattered around, and the rest were gardens, farms, and pastures.

At this time, the entire central building was brightly lit, and Lydia kept an eye on the state of the two guests, and naturally noticed that something was wrong with Emir's expression.

In fact, Lydia is a very sensitive person, and knows very well how people like Emile and Sain will feel when they come to a nobleman's house, after all, Moswood had a similar experience when she was not a nobleman.

"Emir, do you know why it's so late and the servants of the manor haven't rested yet?" Lydia stopped abruptly and asked.

Emir couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect his mind to be seen so quickly.

"Could it be because we came here out of nowhere?"

Sein answered for him, he hadn't noticed it at first, and he didn't even think about it until he heard Lydia say it, and he didn't want to go.

"No," Lydia shook her head, and then explained, "Actually, it is true that you don't have to work so late at first, and the servants can rest until dark, but since the demons began to attack this town a few months ago, the transportation routes outside the city are no longer available, and the army cannot get enough supplies, so Lord Chrysti ordered all the nobles in the city to strengthen production, and most of the materials obtained in the end must be handed over to ensure the normal life order of the army." ”

"Hmph, that's why you have to make the servants work overtime, right?" Sain was unhappy with this approach.

"Well, there's no way around it," Lydia sighed, "and in this case, we can only show understanding. ”

In fact, if it weren't for the guilt that Emir felt about these servants, she wouldn't be willing to tell the truth, because only in this way could Emir understand that she was not that important, and that the servants were not working overtime for him.

Sometimes, excessive low self-esteem is also a kind of arrogance, because it is also an overemphasis on one's feelings.

"Well, thank you, Lydia."

Emir said with a smile, and a certain stone in his heart was finally put down.

Lydia was stunned, of course she understood why Emir was grateful, but she disguised it so well, and didn't show any intention to comfort him, but she was still discovered, and it seemed that Emir's mind was also quite delicate.

"Haha, what's the thanks, you are now my grandfather's guests, of course I have to take care of you." Lydia said, scratching her head.

After that, the three of them walked into the central building of the manor.

The first thing that catches your eye is a large hall with a quaint but ornate carpet on the floor, a huge chandelier on the ceiling full of candles, and several large paintings depicting lakes and forests, majestic knights, and portraits of unknown people.

As soon as they entered, they were greeted by two young maids, who looked about the same age as the emir, wearing a wide white apron with an ankle-length black dress and a white headband on their heads.

Although the two maids are similar in clothing and figure, it is difficult to see the difference from a distance, but when you look closely, it is completely different, one of them looks confident, with her head held high, and a serious look, while the other is a little introverted, her eyes are dodgy, her head has been lowered, and she pinched the skirt with her hand from time to time, and seemed to be very nervous.

"Welcome home, Miss Lydia."

“…… Hello, welcome home, Lydia...... Miss. ”

"Well, you've worked hard too," Lydia nodded to them, then looked at the introverted maid helplessly, "Margaret, haven't you used to it yet?" Is it that Phyllis didn't instruct you seriously? ”

"No, no, I ......"

The maid named Margaret was about to speak, but the other maid spoke first.

"Impossible, I have taught her very patiently, it is that she is too nervous, she can't do anything well, it's really useless, alas, if you want me to say, you shouldn't let her come here, where are we here, where can a common person like her come in."

When they heard this, Emile and Sain were shocked and ashamed.

"Tsk, Phyllis, how do you talk?" Lydia raised her voice, visibly angry.

Phyllis could hear Lydia's emotions, and although she didn't understand what she was saying wrong for a moment, it was only after glancing at the two guests that she understood what was going on.

However, she didn't think that she was wrong, but that Lydia, who was a noble lady, was too willful and didn't understand the truth of humility and inferiority.

"Miss Lydia, wait a minute, I'll go and prepare dinner for you." Phyllis bowed, then left the living room.

"Miss Lydia, this ......" Margaret felt helpless, as if she thought she had screwed up.

"Margaret, you don't have to care," Lydia hurriedly comforted her, "it's that guy who is too blind, and if you want me to say, she's not fit to stay here, you don't have to be psychologically burdened, understand?" ”

"......," Margaret nodded silently.

"Oh, Lydia, don't say that, it looks like we really shouldn't be here." Sain said with an embarrassed expression.

"Tsk, Sain, are you going to make me angry too?"

"Don't be angry, Lydia," said the emir, "thank you very much for speaking up for us commoners, but it would not be good if it affected your relationship with the servants because of us. ”

Lydia was indeed angry, and if it weren't for strict adherence to chivalric etiquette, she might have let Phyllis leave the manor on the spot.

She had always been unaccustomed to the attitude of the nobles who regarded themselves very highly, and she sneered at them, but she didn't expect that when she also became a nobleman, she found that even the servants had that attitude.

She sometimes thinks that maybe those servants also look down on her and her grandfather, who are from the common people.

"Alas, I'm so sorry for you, this kind of thing happened when you first came." Lydia looked apologetic.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're all used to it." The emir smiled and waved his hand.

"yes, get used to it." Sain couldn't help but smile wryly.

After a while, Margaret suddenly spoke timidly.

"Well, Miss Lydia, and two other guests, sit down while I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Well, there you go." Lydia nodded.

Margaret turned to leave, however, she was stopped by Lydia as she reached the door.

"Wait, you go to the warehouse and take out that black tea to brew, it's the one that grandpa got back a few days ago, you should know."

"But," Margaret hesitated, "such a precious tea ......"

"Huh? What's the matter, even you have to say such things? ”

Lydia was immediately unhappy, Phyllis looked down on the commoners, how could even Margaret, who was originally a commoner, be like this.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't chase me away, please, Miss Lydia."

Margaret hastened to apologize, her voice trembling, as if she felt that she had made a terrible mistake.

"Well, what a trouble," Lydia muttered quietly, and then added, "Well, well, I don't blame you, go and get back quickly." ”

"Uh-oh."

Margaret nodded and sped out of the hall.

"Let me make you laugh, there is such an unsuccessful servant in my family." Lydia said with a wry smile.

"It's okay, we don't care."

"That's good, anyway, you have to wait ten minutes before dinner, you can take this opportunity to take a shower, change your clothes by the way, and I'll ask someone to bring it to you."

Lydia stood up from her chair.

"Uh, may I ask ......"

The emir wanted to know where the bathhouse was, after all, the servants were busy, and they could not find it themselves if there was no one to lead them.

"Don't worry about this, the butler will take you there," Lydia seemed to have expected him to ask this, so she walked to the door and said to the door, "Jolson, can you help take the two guests to take a bath?" ”

There was silence for a moment before someone pushed the door in.

It was an old man with black and white hair, who looked to be in his fifties, tall and wearing a black gown, and the years had already carved rich lines on his face, but he still looked very energetic, and his every move was full of grace.

Butler Jolson first saluted Lydia and then said in a magnetic voice.

"I see, but before that, please allow me to greet Mr. Daniel."

“…… What? Is that guy back too? Lydia was surprised.