If you have free time in the future, wouldn’t it be great if you often walk out like this?

Wien thought.

Of course... it would be even better if Miss Geli could be together.

The premise is that these two girlfriends don’t fight.

I wonder if Chris was still sulking, lying on his arm, ignoring his nonsense.

Tasia also walked over from behind Vinn and stood beside Chris and Vinn.

She first looked at Vien, who was spread out in a large shape and occupied almost half of the square scarf, and then looked at Chris sitting directly on the lawn.

Then--

Choose to sit on the side of Chris.

...Are you disliked?

Wien had a very subtle feeling.

"Chris, are you angry?" Tasia asked.

"No."

Answer in seconds.

I'm telling a very bad lie, Miss Chris.

Well, it’s not a big deal to explode because of losing playing games.

Wien thought for a while and spoke to move the topic to another direction.

"We start with Cosco City. We may not have time to go further in the past two days, but in the next period of time, we will visit this circle around the capital."

The list in Tasia's hands records in detail the addresses of those who visited.

Although the number of people recorded on the list is actually not too many, and it may even have been screened in advance, the work they have to do is still essential.

Speaking of serious matters, Chris' expression became much more serious.

She sat aside and listened to Wien's itinerary for a while, then added: "Those people have now obtained the title of nobles, so when they come to the door, borrowing the name of their father may save a lot of trouble."

Nobles have their own ways of playing among nobles.

And these low-level nobles happen to be the lowest link under the pyramid.

No matter how they think in their hearts, the reality that is expressed outside is—

It is difficult for them to refuse any request from the great nobles.

In a sense, the huge interests of the great nobles are supported layer by layer by layer.

As for civilians?

Ordinary people who don’t know how to magic are just statistics.

And, it is still the kind that cannot be accurate to single digits.

Wien nodded, agreeing with her opinion.

The three of them just took a short rest and relaxed their bodies, and soon embarked on the road again.

I had already been delayed for a night, so I couldn't waste my time anymore.

...

City of Cosco.

This place was originally just a very inconspicuous small town.

But as the capital of the king became more and more prosperous, rents and living expenses also increased, many people settled for the second best and came to the city of Cosco, which is not too far from the king, to make a living.

Gradually, the more the population of Cosco City gathered, and commercial activities also developed rapidly.

Over the years, this place has gained a lot of benefits through the fires on the western route of the Kingdom, and has formed a very considerable satellite city.

"It's obviously so close to the royal capital, but... I can't remember when I last came here."

Chris lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked at the dense crowd on the street.

Except for the city gates and other places whose specifications are obviously not as good as those of the royal city, other places do not seem to be much different.

"After all, the customs and customs here are no different from those of the king, and there is really no need to come here to visit." Vien sighed in emotion across from Chris' seat.

If there is a long holiday, Chris and herself will usually return to the territory of the Winchet family, otherwise they will simply take a vacation in a manor in the suburbs.

So, they are actually not familiar with the road here.

Fortunately, the route was determined a long time in advance. Before departure, the coachman had already taken the map and studied it for a long time.

After entering Cosco City this time, Horsesho drove to the back city without any hesitation.

There is a settlement area for nobles.

The first object they were visiting was Viscount Simpson, who was temporarily living here.

Viscount Simpson's title comes from his father-in-law as the earl.

He had just graduated from the Magic Academy with excellent results, and successfully achieved a class leap by marrying the count's favorite daughter.

In fact, under this feudal system where class circulation is very difficult, marriage can already be regarded as the most convenient and common way to transcend.

The three submitted a letter of visit in the name of the Winchet family, and Viscount Simpson quickly went out to greet him in person.

That was a handsome middle-aged man.

It can be seen that he must have looked very handsome when he was young.

"Welcome to come, a few distinguished guests!" He stroked his chest with his hands and bowed and bowed formally.

After Viscount Simpson returned the salute to him, a ritual smile appeared on his face and led the three into the reception room.

After finishing the seat, Wien took the initiative to explain the purpose of his group.

"I'm so sorry, I disturbed Mr. Viscount's rest time! We came here specifically to complete an important academic survey and wanted to ask you for help in some things." Wien said politely.

"Of course, if you have any difficulties, it's okay to just say it. Just... don't provide false information."

At the end of the speech, Wien's tone slowed down and focused a little.

This sentence must be expressed in advance.

The implication is that if we deceive us, we will have to bear the corresponding consequences.

Viscount Simpson was stunned, then nodded quickly and said, "I understand."

Wien looked at the maids who were accompanying him.

"Let the rest go down." He suddenly said.

Suddenly being asked like this, Viscount Simpson couldn't help but have some doubts.

But... he has verified the proof of the Winche family, and there are only three and a half children in front of him.

Thinking of this, he agreed to Wayne's request.

"You guys go down."

Wien noticed that when he was talking to the servant, his tone was obviously not as enthusiastic as he was to the three of them, as cold as if he had no emotion at all.

However, he didn't say much.

Not long after, only four of them were left in the reception room.

"You guys, can you tell me the purpose of the visit now?" Viscount Simpson said in a serious tone.

It seems that he also understands that the smiling face on the scene does not represent anything.

"Don't be nervous," Wien smiled, "we just want to ask you a few questions."

"I promise that I won't let you lose a piece of meat."

Tasia took out paper and pen from her bag and posed for a stance to record important messages at any time.

Next to Wien, Chris held a teacup that had just been presented in his hand, staring at the mouth of the cup and shaking it back and forth, but he had no intention of drinking it.

The attention seemed to be completely out of this conversation.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the reception room fell into unspeakable silence.

With Simpson and Tasia's gaze, Wien opened his mouth slowly.

"May I ask-Mr. Viscount, have any nobles from ancestors ever produced?"
Chapter completed!