At night, the castle hall of Chishui City was brightly lit, and the attendants walked through the crowd with wine glasses. The musicians plucked the strings and sang softly. Plates of delicious food were served on the dining table, and the high-legged glasses were filled with crystal red wine.

The noble men and women gathered in groups of three or three, holding wine glasses to talk and laugh. Itis was the focus of everyone's eyes, and was interacting with Count Delta among the various nobles, and seemed to enjoy all this.

But Brian felt that he was out of place with all this.

The collar of the bottomed shirt strangled his neck, the black coat that he couldn't even stretch his arms, not to mention the pointed high-heeled boots on his feet, it was difficult for him to understand how the nobles were wearing such awkward shoes and marching on the smooth floor.

Brian couldn't help but envy Vanne. As the defender of the First Army camp, he at least didn't have to suffer this.

But when I think of what Itis said that they represent His Majesty Roland's face, Brian's waist couldn't help but straighten a little.

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder, "It seems you are very uncomfortable. Is it the first time you attended such a banquet?"

He turned around and found that the person came was Sir Sears. The other party was wearing a wide-shouldered dress and a circle of white veil around his neck. His momentum looked completely different from usual.

"Relax, you don't have to be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous"

"This is not a bad thing," the Jazz waved his hand. "Everyone has his own different things, which is normal."

Brian was silent for a moment, "Where is Lord Iron Axe?"

"Are you playing the role of a flower guard," Sears pointed to the other side of the hall. "Effie and Miss Sylvie are not less popular than Miss Itise."

Brian looked in the direction he pointed. Although the dresses they wore were temporarily found by Itise and their expressions were extremely stiff, they were a little more beautiful than the North Pearl in terms of appearance. "Those people don't know their witch identity, and Lord Iron Axe is not protecting Miss Witch."

"Oh," the Jazz shook his beard, "Is it?"

"To be precise, he is protecting the nobles," Brian nodded, "if Miss Iphie gets angry, the people around him will suffer."

The two looked at each other and chuckled at the same time.

"Look, you look more naturally now."

"I..." Brian was slightly stunned, then came to his senses, "Thank you."

"Ha, you're welcome," the old man called the waiter, picked up a glass of wine, and looked at him, "Do you want a glass?"

"No... His Majesty said that soldiers must not drink alcohol during their mission."

“Not even during rest?”

“This is a rule.”

"Okay," he took a sip alone, "It's a pity."

"You think..." Brian hesitated, "Are the words Miss Itise said true?"

"for example?"

"When the knight is away, he represents His Majesty, and such invitations should not be rejected at will for the sake of etiquette."

"Well...is almost the case." Jazz nodded.

Brian was suddenly a little depressed, "I may not be suitable for being a knight. I can't do it as easy and natural as hers in this situation."

"This is normal," said the Jazz shrugging, "Some people are naturally good at this, and the knights who are outstanding at banquets can indeed bring boast and praise to the lords, even diplomatic conveniences, but it is not the whole of the knights. In fact, my son is very bad at the communication between nobles."

"You mean...the morning light of dawn?"

"Yes, he rarely deals with other nobles, and even the invitations of the lords are often absent, but no one can deny that he is an excellent knight."

"I don't know that Mr. Filming has such a side," Brian said in surprise.

"You don't know much," Sir Silter smiled. "He was as stubborn as stone. He married a civilian woman from the theater as his wife. This made me angry and even cut off contact with him. But later I realized that I was wrong. Ms. Erin was impeccable as a wife. She was not much worse than other noble ladies except for her family title. It was difficult for them to persevere during that time." He said this. "I heard that you fought the rebels to protect the food and grass in the border town?"

"Uh... the one who really stopped them was Lord Nightingale," Brian replied embarrassedly, "If it weren't for her, I'd probably died in the basement."

"But at least you stood up, right? This is already more brave than most nobles. There are no fewer nobles who are only known as knights, but they run away when they meet enemies. I think your Majesty is willing to enthrone you as a knight, and what you like is definitely not your communication skills. As long as you adhere to what you are best at, you will be enough to be a qualified knight."

"I understand," Brian couldn't help but feel a little moved, "thank you for what you said to me."

"It's okay, just treat it as a chat between us," said the Jazz, touching his beard, "When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of Film, and I couldn't help but talk more."

After a while, Brian asked in a low voice, "What about Miss Itise's other words? It's the boring and boring communication among the nobles..."

"You really care about her," the old man looked at him with great interest, "Can it be..."

"No, no! I'm just curious," Brian waved his hand quickly, "When you looked at her, you obviously didn't agree, but now you look happy."

"Well," Jazz smacked his lips, "How can I say that, some people can handle everything properly even if they don't like it. I think Miss Itise may be the best among them."

“Can you do well if you don’t like it?”

"It's not unusual," Sir Sears shrugged, "they are gifted and have countless things they are good at, which does not mean that they like everything, not to mention that she is the daughter of the Duke. This kind of sociality should almost become an instinct for her."

"Your Majesty must need someone like her," Brian sighed.
Chapter completed!