The day was long and the road leading to the town of Windsor was deserted except for the movement of vehicles.

Many sturdy horses dragged three spacious and ornate carriages along slowly.

Three carriages, each with a black and white horse in front of it.

They are muscular, of similar quality, and of uniform footsteps, and all wear special metal shackles.

Keeping the horses out of sound is actually a different way of going against animal nature, but I don't know how it was through - perhaps through the power of magic, Duke Albert made it a reality.

“…… I really didn't expect you to take the initiative to find me. ”

Sitting in a corner of the carriage behind him, Neil Garola moved his ass to the edge and whispered something from the leather seat, looking up at the figure standing in front of him.

Standing in front of him was a tall, blonde woman dressed in mage robes.

Abydia Hill.

As is the case with the costume presentation, Abidia is a life mage, but while she has this identity, she is also a housekeeper.

Exclusive butler for the Duke's family.

For generations, they served the duke with the same surname, providing the arrangements and needs of daily life, and directing the servants who served beside the duke.

Only outside of the official manor can she appear in the classic costume of a mage.

Because of this special identity, it is usually more able to set off the dignity of the owner's identity outside, showing the unique sense of superiority of ordinary people.

- A mage with magical abilities that are different from ordinary people, and he is still a servant of the Duke.

It was also the first time Neil had seen the normally cold butler change into such an attire.

Usually she is as solemn as now, and she is also strict and upright, and her temperament is outstanding, but she always feels that she has something else to do now.

"I heard you're leaving." Abidia lightly answered her intentions, "I came to congratulate you." It's a good thing to be able to part ways with Lord Duke, especially for someone as ambitious as you. ”

The praise is not significant, but it is overflowing.

Neil smiled dryly, a little embarrassed: "Actually...... I'll stay for a few more days. ”

"That's okay. I can't say more, so I'll take my leave, Mr. Garola. ”

Abidia didn't say anything more, turned straight away, and walked to the other side.

The carriage is still moving.

Although he said goodbye, he couldn't get out of the car, and the epilogue could only become a marginal honorific.

The atmosphere in the carriage was too awkward, but it was too rude to jump from the window.

Whether it was Abidia, who was dignified as a housekeeper, or Neil, who realized that the conversation just now was extremely awkward, so he couldn't get along with himself, and finally kept the adult silent.

Neil forced his gaze out the window at the landscape, trying to find himself through the scenery and even reciting poetry, thus ignoring the dreary atmosphere.

The blue sky and white clouds are intertwined with the bright flowers, and the breeze blows through it, bringing a refreshing fragrance.

Shrouded in the purest natural light, the sea of colorful flowers will always look extremely charming, like countless gems set on the ground, sparkling with colorful graceful light.

Without a doubt, this is a good place.

In the past, when he saw such a wonderful scene, he would have been full of poetry, but now he has no inspiration.

Even the occasional wandering mind.

Neil couldn't help but glance at Abidia standing in the corner with her back straight, and her heart became more and more bitter and speechless, not knowing how to deal with herself.

He's just a ranger.

Despite his literary prowess, he doesn't often call himself a bard, especially nowadays.

Playing an undercover role in the intrigue is not so "poetic" for Neil, who loves romanticism.

And the strange atmosphere around Duke Albert gave him a headache.

Mainly because he is carrying an important task, Neil is quite entangled in this. He didn't want to get involved in the big things of the duke, and the possible dangers in the early warning, but he had to do it.

Because he owes others a favor.

A cunning but sincere businessman - to be honest, Neil has to admit that he is still quite grateful to him, and even forsaken his psychological hatred of the master of all evil capital.

For Neil, money has always been something outside of his body, and he can't usually be hired, let alone bought the free soul of the Ranger Poet.

People are sophisticated, but it is feasible.

With this in mind, Neil glanced at Abidia on the side again.

In fact, it is really not in line with Neil's self-confessed gentlemanly etiquette to peek at a lady like this, but now there is another reason.

He realized a problem.

The duke's butler, a life mage with a high status in Duke Albert's estate, seemed to be more concerned about his departure.

Or rather...... Rather envious?

After staying with Duke Albert for a long time as a poet, and even gaining the Duke's admiration as a bosom friend with his incorruptible tongue, Neil believed that he should be regarded as a more discerning person, and he happened to stay for a while.

He often travels and mingles outside, chatting with many people, and has a certain understanding of magic.

Because of this, he could also see that Abydia was both talented and powerful among mages.

Although Abydia majored in life magic because of her status as a butler, her reliance on chanting confirmed that she was likely to be up to the standards of an archmage, even more than most of the guards hired by Duke Albert.

is so powerful, but condescends to serve as a housekeeper who serves the official residence all day long, I'm afraid it will be a little unwilling?

Speculating like this, Neil didn't notice his gaze and demeanor, and his gaze lingered on Abidia's body for too long, attracting the attention of the female butler in an impolite way.

Just as she frowned, and was about to ask, another voice came from the front of the carriage.

Very pronounced vocals.

"What are you going to do!" The man's roar came, "Don't you want to do it?" If you don't want to do things well, just get out of here and get out of this car! ”

The two men in the carriage behind looked at each other, and Neil stood up as well.

Perhaps because of the influence of the car in front of them, or other instructions, the horses in the vehicle they were in also slowed down.

"I'll go down first." Abydia had been by the Duke's side for a long time, and was well aware of his daily habits, and spoke quickly and resolutely, "In order to prevent the Duke from getting angry and causing damage to the fish in the pond, Mr. Garola, you had better wait here." ”

For Neil, this is undoubtedly a more considerate choice, and there is no malice.

It's just that Abidia's orders are a little too firm, perhaps out of professional habits, so that he even has the illusion that he is also a butler's subordinate for a while.

But the situation is worth understanding.

Because the person who roared just now has a special identity, it is His Royal Highness Duke Albert Talanic, who is notoriously difficult to serve.