If there is anything else in Tanzan town that can make Gao Wen less disappointed and slightly experience the style of the world that combines classical and elegant beauty, then there is only a wealthy area located in the northeast of the middle of the town - a few roads and a wall separates it from the slums outside, and decent people with good looks live in this relatively clean and tidy place.

There are beautiful two-story buildings here, each building is built with light gray stones and cedar wood. Dried fish and marinated meat are dried on the balcony extending on the second floor of the building. These are symbols of wealthy families.

Although Tanzania is generally just a town and is far from the size of a city, people living in wealthy areas will claim to be a citizen who is proud of himself.

They are both free and able to pay various taxes, and have decent jobs in towns, namely farmers and mine foremans.

Today, these well-known and decent figures stand on their balcony with dried fish and cured meat like they used to discuss with their neighbors what has happened recently—all the slightly interesting things are worth talking about, and the most worth talking about recently is undoubtedly the big event that happened in the territory of Cecil.

Tanzan and its surrounding areas are the fief of Viscount Andrew, and the Cecil and Viscount Andrew are neighbors. Although there are large desolate areas between the prosperous areas of the two territories, there are still official roads. Therefore, even in this era of poor information exchange, what happened in the Cecil still spread throughout the entire Tanzanian town early on.

First, a group of refugees fled to this place under the leadership of a knight and a dozen soldiers, and then it spread that Cecil's leader was completely submerged and destroyed by a large number of monsters and elemental tides.

This sensational bad news is like the stories made up by those minstrels. The citizens who had lived in peace for many years did not believe in the existence of this matter at first, but the refugees and the embarrassed soldiers actually entered the town. Then Viscount Andrew issued an order, not only implementing a more stringent curfew system, but also increasing patrol personnel in the surrounding areas of the town. So the absurd and horrifying story became a fact.

The citizens have upgraded the bad news that happened in Cecil from the topic of conversation after dinner to... serious topic of conversation.

At first they only occasionally chatted with each other when they met in the tavern. Now, they all need to stand on the balcony and talk about this seriously with the background of dried fish and cured meat.

Just when these decent people talked about the declining Cecil family, the Cecil family was finally finished this time, the head of the Cecil family had already passed through the rich area and the church area and entered the castle of Viscount Andrew.

No matter how difficult the poor people in Tanzan town live, Viscount Andrew's home is magnificent. In fact, due to the wealth of the territory itself and the family's wealth, the castle built by this Viscount is much more beautiful than the small broken fortress that Rebecca lived since childhood.

After informing the castle of the visitor's identity, Viscount Andrew's housekeeper invited Gao Wen and others into the castle. They were taken to the spacious and bright living room, sitting behind a long mahogany table, waiting for the Viscount's reception.

Sitting in a large and comfortable velvet seat, looking at the exquisite tea sets made of silver in front of him, Gao Wen couldn't help but think of the poor people outside who were dressed and withered, as well as those houses that looked like shacks. It must be admitted that he felt a little disillusioned about this fantasy world of swords and magic...disillusioned.

"Sir," Rebecca, who was sitting next to Gowen, quietly poked his ancestor's elbow, "How can we introduce you later?"

"Just as we agreed just now, just say it," Gao Wen said quietly, "Here, we can just be high-profile."

"Ancestor," Hetty also spoke, and at the same time he whispered to Amber, "Do you really think... she is suitable for her to appear here?"

Amber sat opposite Gao Wen. The half-elf-like lady was seriously studying the silver tea set in front of her. Her main method was to pour out the tea and then stuff the cup into her arms. While Gao Wen was raising her head, she stuffed a spoon in.

Gao Wen glared at the opposite side: "Amber!"

"Wow!" The thief exaggeratedly, then took out the things in his arms and placed them on the table, including two tea cups, three soup spoons, a silver plate, a pocket watch, a nut and two wine cups, and the monocle glasses that the butler hung on his chest just now.

Gao Wen: "?!"

Damn, Miss Doraemon, how did you do it?!

At this moment, Gao Wen couldn't help but touch the sword of the Trailblazer beside him, sincerely thanking the thief for not stealing his grace when he dug the grave before...

"She is an important witness to my resurrection," Gao Wen tried hard to resist the twitching on his face and said seriously, "And don't you think it's easier to make a bad thing if you put this guy in a place we can't stare?"

Hedy nodded with deep conscience.

At this moment, the Viscount Andrew finally walked into the living room.

The oak door was pushed open by the servants, and a thin and tall man walked into the room. He was wearing a close-fitting black long swaying dress, his short dark brown hair pressed against his scalp after applying balm, and his two meticulous mustaches stretched to the sides under his nose, while his face was pale with a hint of unusual flushing. This kind of morbid face is actually very common among nobles, especially those who do not have the talent for magic or martial arts.

In order to experience supernatural powers that exceed their own talents and to enjoy more indulgent pleasures, they will overuse expensive potions to "enhance perception", and the side effects of this potion will be reflected in their complexion.

They even took pride in this and regarded the pale complexion as one of the aristocratic signs.

At this point, the descendants of Cecil who still follow the ancestral teachings and honestly practice their skills and rely on personal efforts to practice martial arts (or magic) have become alternatives in the aristocratic circle. But there is nothing we can do about this. After all, the Cecil family has declined. Not to mention the potions that often have no market value, Rebecca even has no money to repair the hole in the family castle - of course, she doesn't need to repair the hole now.

"Ah, beautiful Ms. Heti, and equally beautiful Miss Rebecca, I am really sorry for my lateness," said Viscount Andrew, who spoke loudly as soon as he entered the room, with a tone of silence, and his face seemed to have a sincere apology. "But I am so busy that the bad news that happened to Cecil has spread throughout my territory, and the people are in trepidation, and I have to spend most of my daily life arranging the defense of the territory and hearing the patrol reports."

Gao Wen suddenly had goose bumps and muttered in a low voice: "Do you have to use this kind of aria when talking to the nobles of these days?"

Rebecca lowered her voice: "Sir, Ancestor, weren't you the nobles of your time like this?"

"We usually went to taverns to drink high-altitude wine while squirting and then we talked about the matter."

"...The customs are indeed different from those in the past. Of course, Viscount Andrew's way of speaking is indeed...a little special than others."

"We understand that you should be busy now," Hetty saw that Rebecca, who is the orthodox heir of Cecil, was busy chatting with his ancestors at this time, and was completely unaware that he should stand up and respond. He glared at the latter in embarrassment and regret, and then stood up. "But I still want to remind you that you should call Rebecca Viscount, not Miss - she had inherited the title of the family as early as last year. On such occasions, you should call her Viscount Rebecca or Viscount Cecil."

The rules for aristocrats in this world to call titles under general occasions do not seem so strict. They can be named before titles or surnames.

Rebecca was glared by Hetty, and then he stood up and gave Viscount Andrew a bow that he should have when meeting a nobleman of the same level. It is still considered a standard of action: "Viscount Andrew, thank you very much for your hospitality."

"It should be, Viscount Cecil," Andrew, reminded by Herty, recalled the lady's reputation in the noble circle, so he restrained himself, and when calling Rebecca, he chose to give the last name instead of a name before the title - a relatively serious way of calling it. "I am deeply regretful of what happened to Cecil, it was a disaster. But what is glad is that you are safe and sound, and the inheritance of the Cecil family does not seem to be cut off."

Next is almost nutritious politeness and congratulations. One side expresses her concern strictly and in accordance with the rules, while the other side strives to show her gratitude and touch after being warmed. Obviously, Miss Rebecca, whose mind is suspected to be stuck by the door, is not very good at communicating in this regard, so she stiffly pulls the topic back on track: "Before the fall of the castle, Knight Philip led a team to cover the civilians' breakthrough, and they should retreat here. According to the laws set by the founding kings, they should be accepting your protection at this moment. I wonder how they are?"

"Of course, the laws made by the ancestors were sacred. Although my territory was small, it was more than enough to help the invading neighbors," Andrew nodded. "The brave knight was covered in wounds at that time and had not yet healed. I arranged for him to rest in the church of the Church of Holy Light, where he could provide him with the best treatment. The loyal soldiers and poor civilians were arranged by me in the East and South City areas, and until now, no one died of starvation."

None of the Cecil's consorts who fled to this point died of starvation, which was a sign of great care. Of course, it was reasonable for Viscount Andrew to be willing to accommodate those refugees - after all, every Cecil's consorts he contained would be converted into debts and weighed on Rebecca. If Rebecca wanted to revive the family, she had to pay Viscount Andrew's "reward" according to the head.

Just like "they should help the neighbors in distress, a noble should shelter the people of the aristocracy who are close to the suffering" is written into Ansu's law, and "the recipients should pay the necessary rewards to the ministers" is clearly written in the code, and Gao Wen is very clear about this.

After all, these two laws were decided by Gowan Cecil and Charles I back then...

Although Rebecca is not mature enough as a noble, she still understands this rule. After hearing Viscount Andrew's words, her face couldn't help but look a little ugly because she doubted whether she could still pay off the sudden debt.

She couldn't help but glance at Gao Wen, and some bold and worthy of beating came up in her mind.
Chapter completed!