Chapter 677： In the air, the wind keeps going

The ancient silver fort was completely trimmed, and the shrubs and flower beds were properly trimmed. The centuries-old classical columns and arcades were decorated with bright garlands, and the cloth with the Empire emblem was draped from the second floor of the castle. To the ground, and in the large courtyard in front of the main fort, the venue for the evening banquet is ready -

The dinner after the coronation ceremony will be divided into two parts, inside and outside. The main hall of the castle is a place for internal banquets. It has more beautiful decorations and stricter etiquette. The courtyard on the front of the castle is an external banquet, which will invite all the kings. Aristocrats, merchant representatives, churches and representatives of the public participated.

Apparently, Rebecca prefers the ambience of the courtyard.

The girl was forced to put on a court dress for formal occasions, but the graceful skirt could not stop her jumping heart. She ran between the flower beds and fountains in front of the Silver Fort. Everything seems to be very curious - when she came last time, her identity was still a small aristocrat in the south, and there were ancestors who fought all over the place. They didn’t dare to run around in the silver fort, and even cautiously looked around. But today... no one can manage her.

At least two of the elders in the castle, no one can dare to control her.

"The shrubs in the north are really different from the south. This thing is rare on our side - it is especially difficult to feed," Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, next to the shrubs around the flower beds and the maids next to the baba. "Never, the Druids on the other side of the college are studying the transplanting of plants in the north and the south. They want to toss out more cold-resistant crops... Do you know the agronomic group?"

The maid who was next to Rebecca was a blonde girl in her twenties. The latter looked helpless at the moment, and looked around with a trace of tension. She bent down and carefully reminded: "His Royal Highness... Please don't leave these The vegetation is too close, your skirt..."

"Oh, nothing, just wear it today," Rebecca put his hand. "You will use the leaves to whistle than this?"

The blonde maid snorted and showed a distressed appearance: "...His Royal Highness, I am very sorry, I will not."

"You can't do this, it's not as good as Betty... Speak up, Betty?" Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who came with her. She looked up curiously and looked around, asking, and asking. Hey, have you seen Betty?"

The maid tried to follow the thoughts of His Royal Highness, and realized that the other person was talking about the little maid who looked a little bit: "Betty's words... I just saw her staring at the fountain."

While answering, the maid couldn't help but groan, she couldn't understand how the little maid who seemed to be in a bad mood could be elected as the maid's maid, and the position was even higher than herself - that dull The little girl knew nothing about the court etiquette, and the slow response was worrying. She even seemed to be the first time she came to so many people. She didn’t know where to stand. When no one greeted, she was there. Places such as flower beds or fountains are in a daze...

But it is such a slow-moving little girl that would be deeply loved by the new royal family, which is really difficult to understand.

She was just half confused here, and she saw Rebecka's neck stretched out in the direction of the fountain. The next move by His Royal Highness Princess made the maid almost startled. Rebecca raised her hand and it was a Bright and dazzling fireballs fly into the sky...

"His Royal Highness! You are this..."

In the exclamation of the blonde maid, the bright fireball has burst over the courtyard, and the magical flame has formed a string of clear and neat letters in the air: Betty came over.

After a while, in the gazing gaze of the maid, the little maid named Betty ran quickly from afar and screamed in front of Rebecca: "Miss, call me?"

The blonde maid wants to remind the new maid, now that Rebecca’s name should be His Royal Highness instead of “Miss”, but the two girls in front of me are no longer taking care of her – Rebecca and Betty are squatting On the ground, the two men took a few leaves from the shrub and folded them into leaf whistle. You blew me and smirked and laughed.

When Gao Wen saw a fireball blasting into a string of letters, he guessed who was the masterpiece. He took amber and followed the direction of the fireball. He found that he was lying on the ground with Betty. Rebecca, next to them, stood still a girl with a faceless face wearing a maid costume.

"Your Majesty," the maid who was in a state of sorrow saw Gao Wen appear, and suddenly became even more nervous and nervous. "His Royal Highness..."

Her voice has not fallen, Rebecca has exclaimed and jumped up: "Wow! The ancestors came!"

Betty was slower and half-timer, and he stood up again: "Master...ah, sire."

The girl, who was always unresponsive, remembered the correct name in time—although she was wrong for the first time.

"It's okay, relax today." Gao Wen saw the court dress in front of him, and Rebecca, whose temperament was not bound by the costumes, couldn't help but feel good. He waved his hand. "Just try to Don't throw a fireball. After the night, there will be a mage floating around the castle. In addition to the magic fireworks in a specific area, the fireball that you suddenly throw out is easy to blow people down."

"Oh, I know..."

Gao Wen smiled and nodded, and looked at the girl who was helpless and sluggish: "Are you the original maid in Silver Fort?"

The blonde girl quickly bowed her head: "Yes, kneel."

"Let's relax, get used to it. If you are willing to continue to work for the new royal family, you should get used to this life with less rules."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

Gao Wen was ready to leave here, but he was just about to take a step and was stopped by Rebecca: "Right, ancestors, I heard that the body of the black maid around the Duke of Victoria is a black dragon. It is true. What?"

"Who are you listening to?" Gao Wen stopped and looked at Rebecca a little unexpectedly. "This news is not confidential...but should it not be public?"

"I heard what Philip said, and there are still a lot of soldiers talking about it."

"...Also, there were a lot of witnesses on the day," Gao Wen nodded. "Yes, she is called Maggie, it is a black dragon, but she has no intention of spreading it around. How come you suddenly became interested in this?"

"Ah, I am a little curious, there are dragons living with humans..." Rebecca squinted and looked at the curious exploration. "I heard that the dragon's magic is very powerful. You said that Maggie will also be dragon." What is magic?"

"This is hard to say, maybe, but it seems to be weaker than the normal dragon," Gao Wen said casually, and then reminded, "It’s not good to talk about it behind, you can ask her face to face, but pay attention to courtesy. Her dragon's lineage seems to have some 'problems'. If she doesn't want to say it, don't be too offended."

Rebecca nodded hard and looked serious: "You can rest assured that you can be assured, I am polite!"

To be honest, Gao Wen really doubts a bit of credibility in the girl's mouth. "According to Herti, the two worst lessons of Rebecca were etiquette and history. Nearly one-third of the girl’s education funds are spent on the medical expenses of the two teachers, but after thinking about it, Rebecca is only a ceremonial lesson, and “courtesy” should be no problem...

After all, the "ritual" in the eyes of the nobility and the "courtesy" of the masses have been split to some extent. Rebecca is a girl who sees older than her own and will bow down and say hello, but she is easy. Humility is the expression of "rude and dull" in the orthodox etiquette...

The "ritual norms" of the upper class and the subordinate public's life order are severely divided. This is in fact to some extent the imbalance of social structure and the harbingers and characteristics of contradictions in various layers of society. From this point of view, Rebecca's " It’s a good thing to fail the etiquette class, which allows her to accept the many equal ideas that Gao Wen instilled without adapting...

Perhaps Gao Wen should be fortunate, fortunately, Rebecca’s family financial difficulties were so small that Viscount and Herti of the year did not give the girl a civil and military etiquette teacher, otherwise he would now educate Rebecca. There is another headache.

With a smile, Gao Wen took the amber over the flower bed in the courtyard. On the way to the open space, he heard a loud whistle coming from his side.

He turned his head slightly and saw that the amber was holding a folded blade. The latter put the blade close to the lips and blew it hard, and the whistle was loud.

"You will too?"

"It's not difficult."

"Who taught you this?"

"I am raising my father."

As the amber said, he pinched the leaf whistle in his hand, flat lips, and threw it away.

“Children like to play this...” she muttered. “Just suddenly see Rebecca and Betty playing, remembering that they would, they just folded one.”

Gao Wen silently looked at the amber, did not say anything, but turned his head and looked in the direction of the fountain square ahead.

A group of aristocratic men and ladies dressed in gorgeous costumes gathered in the small square. The focus of the crowd was a little old man wearing a gray robes, a messy hair, and a humpbacked hippie smile. The latter was flushed in the crowd. The light and the earth talked about it, and the aristocratic men around him nodded frequently. The ladies and ladies showed their smiles from time to time.

Gao Wen guessed that Pitman is definitely selling his deceptive stuff either – it’s a fake medicine for the undead, or a little amulet, and few of those who deceive people will take it seriously, but he’s holding it. The name of the chief druid of the empire and the master researcher is always there to be someone to join.

Gao Wen turned to look at Amber: "You haven't talked to Pittman yet?"

"...not yet," Amber paused, seemingly a little nervous and hesitant. "I...have been busy with security, no time..."

"Now we all have time, and Pitman looks very good," Gao Wen said. "Let's talk."

Amber raised his head: "Will you go with me?"

Gao Wen smiled and didn't answer. He walked straight with amber.

The crowd near the fountain noticed Gao Wen’s figure, and they greeted each other and retired to both sides, leaving only Pittman standing there. The old druid looked up, patted his slap, and smiled at Gao Wen’s hand: "You have lost my business."

"I will talk about your business later," Gao Wen said, pushing Amber slightly forward. "You don't have something to give to her?"

"Give it to me?" Amber snorted and turned his eyes to look at Gao Wen.

"A few days ago, I took a letter with me and talked about your adoptive father and your origins." Pitman looked at the amber, and his wrinkled face showed a smile. "He told me that some secrets are best. Brought into the coffin, I told him that I have something to transfer to you..."

Amber’s line of sight moved between Gao Wen and Pitman and finally fell on Pitman: “Yes...what?”

Pittman sighed softly, his wrinkles on his face twitched, and he seemed to want to maintain his smiling face that had been maintained for decades, but the expression finally became a bit funny, then he reached out and robbed The inside pocket was smashed and a very worn note was taken.

"This is what the guy of Surrey Randolph left for you. He said that if one day, you don't have to worry about the royal killer and the hunt, you can give it to you," Pitman said slowly. "But I used to Isitated whether it should be done, because the above content may not be acceptable to you. I wanted to bring it into the coffin... but my majesty told me that you have the right to know your own life."

Amber’s expression was a little hesitant when he took the note. It seems that the secret that has been concealed for decades has suddenly appeared in front of his own eyes, so that the half-elf has a momentary brain gap, she forgot to ask. Forgot to question, but subconsciously took over what Pietman had handed over, and before she turned it over, Pitman's voice came again.

"After reading, I will tell you about how I got to know your father."

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