"Don't bother, I can do it myself."
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zuo Si took off the two huge swords on his back and threw them towards the door.
Boom! Boom! With a deafening sound and a slight vibration of the ground, the terrifying giant sword weighing more than four tons and made of magic metal directly smashed two large holes in the ground. The splashing airflow even blew up the skirt of the young girl who ran out of the tavern, revealing two white thighs.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough and pulled down the hem of her skirt in time, otherwise she would have been exposed.
"Hey, hey, hey! Are you kidding me?"
"How can a human being possibly carry such a weapon?"
"You must be kidding! That kind of weight can crush a person to death!"
"It's fake! It must be fake!"
"Idiot! The sword is right there. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."
"Who are you calling an idiot? Do you want to die?"
"I'm talking about you! If you don't agree, come and try and see who will fall in the end."
…
Accompanied by the exclamations, quarrels and curses of the people around him, especially the customers in the tavern, Zuo Si slowly took off his helmet to reveal a neat, clean, handsome and amazingly charming face that was out of tune with the ordinary people in this world.
The moment she saw this scene, the young girl dressed as a maid's face turned red, her heartbeat accelerated and she opened her mouth wide, unable to recover from the shock for a long time.
You have to know that in a medieval world where wars are frequent and ordinary people are in danger of dying at any time, even nobles here find it difficult to maintain smooth and delicate skin.
In particular, oily facial skin, acne, blackheads, freckles caused by unhealthy diet, as well as various whitening cosmetics containing large amounts of lead and mercury, are often fatal to facial skin.
In addition, noble men often practice martial arts and hunt for a long time, exposing themselves to wind and sun, so their faces often look very rough, at best only slightly better than those of ordinary people.
But the feeling he gave was completely different, like a prince who had walked out of a fairy tale. Not only was his skin whiter than all the young women present, but he was also extremely clean and tidy from head to toe, without even the slightest sour smell of sweat.
Most importantly, the aura, temperament and behavior he exuded made this group of lower-class civilians who had never seen the world believe that he was a noble, and a powerful noble at that.
Otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to have such a clean face and skin.
In addition, the gorgeous armor, the jewel-studded giant sword and the emblem can also prove his identity as a noble from a certain perspective.
After all, equipment of this level is custom-made by the best craftsmen, and its price is sometimes as high as the total income of a territory for several years. It is definitely not something that nouveau riche or mercenaries can afford.
What's more, even if they are left behind on the battlefield for various reasons, the family behind them will pay a ransom or offer a high reward.
So in theory, unless they are donated voluntarily, it is highly unlikely that the weapons and equipment of the nobles will fall into the hands of outsiders.
Because this is a shame in the eyes of the arrogant nobles.
In short, Zuo Si's mere appearance in this town has sparked quite a heated discussion, both about his identity and his terrifying power that far exceeds the limits of human beings.
After he removed all the armor on his body and threw it on the floor at the door, the young girl dressed as a maid finally came to her senses and stammered, "Sir, are you sure you want to stay in a place like ours? I think you should go to the castle to visit Viscount Roald. I believe he will be very happy to hold a grand banquet to entertain your distinguished guest."
"Viscount Roald?"
Zuo Si keenly grasped a key word and turned his head to look at the Renaissance-style stone castle on the hill outside the town.
Needless to say, the owner of this castle should be the so-called Viscount Roald.
In medieval Europe on Earth, the nobility had a tradition of not living in towns, but generally lived in their own castles or manors.
Only in this way can they ensure that they and their families are always safe and protected during frequent wars and riots.
As for the towns...
Generally, the lord entrusts the management to the municipal council, and he only needs to collect taxes.
Under the feudal system in the Middle Ages, cities and rural areas actually implemented two completely different modes of rule.
The former were usually highly autonomous, while the latter were completely dependent on the noble lords.
Since the cities were not in their own hands, the nobles lacked trust in the merchants and the urban class, so it was safer to live in castles and manors.
After all, the bourgeoisie were not tenant farmers or serfs who were in awe of the nobles, but 100% free people, and most importantly, they advocated equality.
This was simply treason in the eyes of the nobles who were used to being high and mighty.
“That’s right.
Viscount Roald is the legal ruler of the town and all the surrounding lands.
His family has ruled here for two hundred years, and has fifty knights and an army of six hundred men.
There were other nobles who had coveted this rich land and wanted to seize it through war, but they were all repelled without exception.
Especially the current Viscount, Lister Roald, who personally led his elite troops to fight against the 6,000-strong army of a neighboring country two years ago. After being forced into a desperate situation, he suddenly broke out and won a glorious victory with a smaller force.
He personally likes warriors like you who have strong strength, not to mention that you are a noble of noble blood."
The young girl was obviously attracted by the extraordinary charm emanating from Zuo Si, and she told him everything she knew without hiding anything.
"Have you heard of the Mitlan Kingdom, the Kusha Empire, and the Yoda Empire?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin and continued to ask with interest.
Because in his memory, there has never been a clear map of this world, even the geography and direction are very vague.
This means that there is no way to go straight to the point like entering a time and space that you are familiar with, but you must be patient and collect information first.
“Well, I have heard of the Kingdom of Midland.
It is in the far northeast and appears to be at war with the Yoda Empire.
In addition, the Kushan Empire seemed to be advancing westward. It was said that this group of pagans burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of atrocities along the way, slaughtering all the towns and villages along the way.
I really hope someone can stand up and stop them from moving forward.
But these are still far away from us, so there is no need to worry too much. "
There was no tension or worry in the young girl's tone. Instead, she spoke with the mentality of a bystander who didn't care about anything.
This undoubtedly shows that this place is quite far away from the center of the entire Berserk Saga - the Kingdom of Midland.
And the information she provides is likely to be highly delayed.
After all, in an environment where information transmission is extremely slow and closed, unless ordinary people are lucky enough to meet a passing businessman or traveler, they may not know anything about what is happening more than ten or even dozens of kilometers away.
Even if a country is destroyed, it will take months or even years for the news to be transmitted back.
What's more, the war between Midlan and Yoda lasted for a hundred years, and God knows what timeline we are in now.
After figuring this out, Zuo Si took out a gold coin that shone brightly in the sunlight and handed it to the other party: "One last question, have you heard of the Eagle Group of the Mitlan Kingdom?"
"Sorry, I haven't heard of it.
Because the Kingdom of Midlan is too far away from here and is still at war.
No one cares about mercenaries, who are desperate and don't know if they will survive tomorrow."
The young girl quickly shook her head, then took the gold coin and put it in her mouth and bit it. When she saw the clear teeth marks, she immediately showed an ecstatic expression.
Although the style and pattern of this gold coin were something she had never seen before, the exquisite casting craftsmanship and the weight of the gold itself were enough to equal her salary for several months or even a year.
Similarly, in her heart, she labeled Zuo Si as not only young, handsome, and a nobleman, but also rich and generous.
"Well, it looks like that's all we have to do for now."
Seeing that he could not get any more information from the other party, Zuo Si decisively ended the conversation with the other party and walked straight into the tavern.
The young girl at the door quickly waved to the boy who had just moved the purchased vegetables, wine, and meat into the kitchen, pointed at the armor on the floor and ordered: "Clean these armors for me and apply the best grease. Remember, they must be clean, without any dirt or odor."
"clear!"
The boy nodded and agreed without hesitation, and soon sat at the door with a bucket of water and a can of grease, wiping it very carefully, for fear of missing even a tiny bit of dirt.
As a handyman in the tavern, he knew very well that as long as he completed the job well, the owner of the armor would definitely reward him generously, so he worked extra hard and had no intention of cheating as he usually did.
At the same time, Zuo Si walked into the tavern and sat directly at the bar, looking around. After a long while, he asked, "Do you have anything delicious?"
Before the bartender could say anything, the young waitress came over and answered, "Our signature dishes here are roast pork chops and roast chicken. We also have stewed beef, honey-marinated goose, bean chowder, and fresh fried fish. As for the staple food, we have bread that was baked in the morning."
"Hey! Paris, why are you so enthusiastic today?"
A bald, middle-aged man with a full beard teased in a half-joking tone.
Another person nearby also started to make a noise, "That's right! You usually treat us with an impatient and cold expression. Are you trying to take this opportunity to become a phoenix?"
"Hahahaha! I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. A true noble will not let the blood of untouchables taint his sacred and noble bloodline."
"That's right! Even if you were to take off all your clothes and show yourself to them, they would still think you're not clean."
"Come on, maybe our waitress is just trying to make some extra money."
"Hehe! Maybe after that noble gentleman has tasted it, we can also enjoy it together. After all, things like this will happen again once and for all."
…
As more and more vulgar words and ridicule echoed in the tavern, the young girl in her twenties standing in front of Zuo Si immediately blushed, and tears kept rolling in her eyes, as if she might cry at any time.
After all, she was still an unmarried virgin and had never seen such a disgusting and ugly scene.
You know, even though I usually have to deal with these men's lustful eyes, verbal teasing and dirty hands, this is the first time I have been humiliated so blatantly and unconcealedly.
The viciousness and hungry look in his eyes frightened the girl so much that she trembled in fear.
For the first time, she realized that in the eyes of these men, she was just a piece of tender and delicious fat meat, and everyone wanted to pounce on her and take a big bite.
The bartender at the bar immediately frowned upon seeing this.
Just as he was about to scold this group of excessive drunkards, Zuo Si suddenly laughed and said sarcastically: "Men's jealousy is indeed the ugliest and most unbearable thing in the world. And don't you feel ashamed for so many of you bullying a girl?"
As these words came out, the guy in the tavern who had been talking nonsense without restraint the previous second suddenly changed his expression and became quiet the next second.
As for the young girl called Paris, she suddenly raised her head, her face full of shock and disbelief, and at the same time, she could not suppress her gratitude.
She had never expected that this generous and wealthy nobleman would speak up for a lowly person like herself.
Although Paris was considered somewhat pretty in this town of about 8,000 people, otherwise she would not have been noticed by so many men who came to drink, but compared with Zuo Si, her rough hands and the equally rough facial skin caused by years of smoking and fire made her feel ashamed.
The reason why she behaves more enthusiastically is not because she has any improper thoughts, but simply because she is influenced by hormones and has an instinctive desire for young, handsome and wealthy men.
But as Zuo Si said, she obviously underestimated the twisted jealousy and evil of human nature in these men's hearts.
You have to know that the profession of bar hostess is only a fine line away from prostitutes who make a living by selling their bodies. Many practitioners will work part-time after get off work in order to earn more money.
Instead of stopping this, the tavern owner encouraged it.
The reason is simple. These waitresses will attract a large number of hungry men, and whether they are drinking, exercising or renting a room, they can bring in a steady stream of profits.
So in the eyes of many people, Paris will be one of them sooner or later.
Some customers even made private bets on who would come out on top first.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some people are really attracted to her and want to pursue her and marry her.
Since this kind of competition is relatively fair, these men remain restrained. As long as no one succeeds yet, it means they still have a chance.
But the appearance of outsider Zuo Si broke the original balance.
Anyone who is not blind understands the overwhelming advantages that being a wealthy nobleman has in competition.
Paris' enthusiasm further proves this point.
These people will feel unwilling, angry, painful and jealous when they think that the other party can take the woman they desire so much but can never get with just a snap of his fingers, and even use all kinds of tricks on her to get her.
Those strong emotions are like piled up dry firewood. Only a little spark is needed to awaken the devil within.
The man's remarks at the beginning were the spark that ignited the dry wood.
As we all know, nothing can arouse a man's violent tendencies more than a broken defense caused by anger and humiliation.
Especially when they think their dignity and face have been trampled upon, they often try to use their fists or even more radical methods to prove that they are the stronger ones.
So a sturdy man wearing a breastplate and dressed as a mercenary stood up first, gritting his teeth and threatening: "Hey! Kid! Don't think we won't touch you just because you're a noble! You should know that we have killed many people like you who claim to be nobles on the battlefield."
"So? You're going to fight me here?"
Zuo Si glanced at the other person with a slightly contemptuous look, his tone revealing disdain and mockery.
This provocative move instantly angered everyone.
An obviously drunkard stood up and drew his sword, then rushed over with a ferocious look on his face and roared, "Go to hell! You self-righteous little noble brat! I want to see the difference in color between your blood and that of ordinary people!"
But just one second later, Zuo Si grabbed the wrist of his sword-holding hand at lightning speed and then twisted it gently.
Snap!
Along with the sound of cracking joints, the entire arm was twisted into a knot, completely destroyed from bones to muscles.
“Ah…
The severe pain caused the unfortunate guy to scream like a pig being slaughtered, and his snot and tears instantly flowed all over the floor.
Not to mention snot and tears, even a large water stain suddenly appeared in the middle of the crotch, emitting a disgusting pungent smell.
"Idiot, didn't you see the two huge swords placed at the door? You still want to fight me. You are really tired of living."
After saying that, Zuo Si used a little force and threw the other person directly from the gate to the street outside.
After doing all this, he continued to look at all the people who stood up in the tavern with a provocative look, and asked with a smile: "Who else? It doesn't matter, I allow you to come together. After all, the best way to deal with garbage is to clean it up all at once."
"Damn it! I can't stand it anymore! Let's kill him together! What are you afraid of? He has neither a sword nor armor now anyway!"
The burly man dressed as a mercenary drew his weapon and began trying to encourage the others.
His companion added without hesitation: "This guy must be very rich! If we kill him, both the armor and the money on him will be ours!"
This sentence instantly made the eyes of the person who was originally hesitant start to light up, and an expression of incomparable greed and desire appeared on his face.
yes!
Kill this annoying noble boy and you will get a lot of money! I risked my life at any time to be a mercenary, just to make a lot of money and buy a piece of land in my hometown to live comfortably for the rest of my life.
Anyway, there is only one person on the other side, and he doesn't have any weapons or armor. No matter how strong he is, he will bleed or die if he stabs his eyes, throat or heart.
Coupled with the effect of alcohol, the atmosphere in the pub suddenly became tense.
Some people even raised their crossbows with armor-piercing capabilities.
The bartender was so frightened by the scene that he immediately hid behind the bar, not daring to show his head, for fear of being accidentally injured by such a powerful weapon.
You have to know that although this world already has gunpowder and firearms, they are far from popular, at least they have not appeared as the main force in large-scale battles.
This means that a crossbow is the most dangerous and deadly weapon most people will ever come into contact with in their lifetime.
Even nobles and knights who were fully clothed would shudder uncontrollably when they saw it.
As for things like cannons, they can cause huge damage to apostles with supernatural powers.
It is precisely because of this that Zuo Si does not think highly of the magic and power levels in this world.
Whoosh! As one of the mercenaries pulled the trigger of the crossbow in his hand, the battle in the tavern finally broke out.
Several mercenaries roared and swung their weapons, rushing forward, trying to kill the unknown noble who had angered them.
But what was unbelievable to them was that the crossbow arrow that was shot at the beginning was actually caught by Zuo Si with his bare hands, and then thrown back to the guy holding a crossbow not far away.
Poof! The arrow instantly pierced through his eyes, nailing the unlucky guy to the wall of the tavern. Blood slowly flowed down the wound and formed a sticky pool of blood on the ground.
But this obviously did not scare away the mercenaries who had been living on the edge of a knife for years.
They didn't care about the dead at all. They surrounded Zuo Si from different directions and stabbed him in fatal parts with swords, spears and other weapons.
If it were an ordinary person, facing this situation, there would probably be no better way than waiting to die.
After all, stabbing is the attack method with the highest mortality rate. Once stabbed in the vital parts or internal organs, even if you don’t die at the time, you won’t live long afterwards.
Moreover, it is very difficult to stop bleeding from wounds caused by stabbing, especially in the Middle Ages when the concept of modern medicine had not yet appeared and few people knew even the most basic suture.
"No!!!!!"
Seeing that Zuo Si was in danger, Paris rushed over and tried to use her body to block the two spears coming from the right.
But the next second, an arm grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the bar behind her.
At the same time, she saw Zuo Si pinching a sword between two fingers in an incredible way, then forcibly snatching it away and swinging it at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.
moment!
Every mercenary who participated in the siege felt as if they were hit by something heavy in the face. Not only did their bodies fall to the ground uncontrollably, but the muscles and bones on their faces also became severely deformed.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! With just one blow, all the people in the tavern who participated in the siege fell to the ground, and they lay on the ground motionless, and no one knew whether they were dead or fainted.
The sword that Zuo Si held between his two fingers also formed a huge curved arc under the action of the huge force, and there was a section in the middle that curled up like a spring.
You don't need to ask to know that the reason it became like this is entirely because it just now endured a force beyond its own limit.
“Oh my God!”
The bartender poked his head out from behind the bar and stared in amazement at the blood-soaked scene around him.
He simply couldn't believe that the other party could actually take care of so many famous local mercenaries at once with his bare hands.
Just as he climbed out and wanted to call for someone to clean up the mess, several armored guards suddenly walked in from outside, and the one in the lead, who looked like the captain, asked sternly, "Levi Parks, you'd better explain what happened here. You know, fighting is a felony. Not only do you have to pay a high fine, but you also have to spend at least five days in jail."
"Captain Mace, I think I can explain."
Paris plucked up the courage to stand up.
In the eyes of this young girl, since they had stood up for her and taught these dirty, ugly and shameless men a lesson, she had an obligation to testify for them.
"Oh? Go ahead, I'm listening."
The man called Captain Mace sized up Zuo Si with his arms folded across his chest.
In his opinion, the one who could deal with so many mercenaries and young men without getting hurt himself must be a powerful warrior or a noble knight.
Especially the silk thread used in the fabric of the clothes he was wearing was even more exquisite and luxurious than the silk from the far East which was as valuable as gold. He had never seen it before.
If he hadn't been confused about his identity, he would have arrested the person immediately after entering without thinking twice.
"It's like this..."
Paris quickly told the story in detail about what had happened in the previous few minutes, and also asked the bartender and other ordinary guests who were not involved to testify.
About ten minutes later, Captain Mays finally understood the whole story. He immediately rushed to the mercenary who was lying on the ground, spitting and cursing, “What a bunch of dirty guys!
How dare you attack a noble in the Viscount's territory? You deserve to be cut into pieces!
Someone, bring them all back to me.
Those who are not dead will be sent to the execution platform and hanged after they wake up."
Obviously, no noble lord would like lawless mercenaries, even if they need the help of mercenaries to fight against other nobles or even countries.
Watching the mercenaries being dragged out of the tavern one after another, Captain Mace placed one hand on his chest, bent over and bowed deeply: "I am extremely sorry, Your Excellency. It is because we failed to fulfill our duty of protection that you were insulted by the lowly mercenaries in the territory."
"No need to apologize. It wasn't me who fell to the ground in the end."
Zuo Si obviously didn't care about it and acted very magnanimous.
"Thank you very much! If you don't mind, could you tell me your name, title and the monarch you are loyal to?" Captain Metz asked cautiously.
Zuo Si saw through the other party's thoughts and answered directly: "My name is Sos, and I come from the West Coast Empire on the other side of the ocean. As for my title, it is not convenient to disclose it. But you can understand that I am a member of the royal family."
"The... the royal family? The West Coast Empire?"
Captain Mace opened his mouth in obvious surprise.
Because any empire that can be called an empire will basically not be too weak, and Zuo Si's weapons, armor and skills can also prove this.
As for the members of the royal family, according to the rules here, they can basically be called princes or princes, and they belong to the highest level in the aristocratic title system.
But soon, he realized something was wrong and continued to ask: "Then how did you appear here?"
“Because of a shipwreck.
I was on an expedition across the ocean when a storm hit and my ship ran aground and took on water, so I had to drift in a small boat.
During this process, all my knights, guards, and servants either disappeared or died due to various accidents.
In the end, I was the only one who successfully reached land.
I believe you have also seen that my appearance is very different from the people here."
As he spoke, Zuo Si pointed to the oriental face with black hair and black eyes in his human form.
There is no doubt that although this explanation cannot be called flawless, it at least does not have any major logical problems.
After all, the continent where the Kingdom of Midland is located has not yet entered the Age of Discovery, and has no idea what is on the other side of the ocean.
What's more, Zuo Si's dress, behavior and temperament did not seem like a liar at all.
So Captain Metz could only send out the invitation with some doubt: "Your Excellency, please allow me to address you as such first.
In view of the unpleasant incident that just happened, I think a distinguished guest like you should not stay in such a shabby tavern.
Why don't you come with me to the castle to meet Viscount Roald.
He will surely hold a grand banquet to entertain you and listen to your exciting adventures along the way."
"But I didn't prepare any gifts or visiting cards, nor did I have any servants with me. It would be very rude to visit you rashly."
Zuo Si deliberately put on an embarrassed look.
After all, aristocrats are all about etiquette, courtesy and complicated rituals, and they have to maintain their airs wherever they go and never let go.
"That's not a problem. After all, your status is so noble that Viscount Roald would be honored by it. Moreover, your adventure story is the best gift."
Captain Mace became even more certain that the man before him must be a great noble.
Because apart from the great nobles, no one would have the time to do so much trouble.
But Zuo Si shook his head: "No, it still won't work. I have to prepare a little bit anyway."
As he spoke, he took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, turned around and asked Paris, whose eyes revealed admiration, love, worship, gratitude and other emotions: "Beautiful lady, are you willing to accept the employment? I am in great need of a personal maid now."
"Personal maid? Me?"
The young girl stared with wide eyes at the handful of gold coins, which was enough to buy ten of her own. She couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen to her.
“That’s right.
You know, it is very rude not to have even a servant to help at a meeting between nobles.
What's more, what you did just now made me see the beauty of your soul.
This is a much rarer and more valuable quality than stereotyped beauty.
So I think you are qualified to be my servant."
Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a light of sincerity, which immediately made Paris' heart beat faster and immersed in a feeling of happiness that could not be described in words.
He said I have a beautiful soul!
He said my qualities were rarer than the stereotyped beauty! He said I was qualified to be his maid! The young girl was obviously completely captured by Zuo Si's amazing charm, and she nodded desperately without even hesitating.
"I...I do! It is the greatest honor of my life to be your maid."
"Great! But your current outfit won't do. You need to change everything from the inside out."
Zuo Si first threw all the gold coins on the bar, then reached into the pocket on his waist that was connected to the other-dimensional space, and took out a black and white maid dress, as well as a full set of equipment including underwear, stockings, and shoes.
This was the prop that he hadn't used up when he was role-playing with the Kryptonian girl Kara, and it came in handy now.
"Is this for me?!"
Paris took the clothes with slightly trembling hands.
She had never seen more beautiful and exquisite clothes since she was a child.
In particular, the delicate and exquisite touch of lace and stockings when they touch the skin is simply incomparable to linen, cotton, woolen cloth and ordinary silk.
In her opinion, this was not a maid outfit at all, but a gorgeous dress that only noble ladies and princesses were qualified to wear.
Of course, Paris wasn't the only one who felt this way, Captain Mays and bartender Levi Parks had similar reactions.
In particular, Captain Metz keenly noticed that Zuo Si had taken out far more items from that pocket than it should have.
But out of respect for the great nobles, he did not tell anyone about his discovery, but planned to report it to the monarch he was loyal to, Viscount Roald, later.
"Yes, it's for you. Go take a shower and change into it. Oh, and here are these cosmetics. You can use them to wipe your face and hands."
Zuo Si took out some plasters with magical effects.
He obviously noticed the calluses and rough skin on the girl's hands due to labor, and the traces of smoke and fire on her face.
"Please wait a moment!"
Paris was so moved that she tried hard not to cry. She turned around and ran to the empty guest room on the second floor. Then she picked up a bucket and started to fetch water and returned to her room to wash her body.
Just over ten minutes later, she came down the stairs in her maid's dress in a very shy and timid manner.
The look of purity and temptation stunned Captain Metz and his soldiers, and they even began to swallow uncontrollably.
You know, they were not unfamiliar with this pub, but they had never realized that Paris was so beautiful.
"Master... Master, am I wearing it correctly?"
The young girl had obviously entered into the role of a maid. Not only was there a faint blush on her face, but her voice was also very low.
"Yes, it suits you very well. Here, this is a gift I want to give to Viscount Roald."
A look of satisfaction appeared on Zuo Si's face, and he immediately stuffed a small gold box inlaid with gems into the other person's hand.
Apart from anything else, the value of this box alone makes everyone who sees it gasp in amazement.
Captain Metz kept wondering in his heart how valuable the things inside were.
After a full minute, he asked again, "Your Excellency, can you leave now? It's still early, and the castle should have enough time to prepare a grand dinner."
"Of course. Although it's a bit shabby to have only one maid, at least it's not too rude."
After saying that, Zuo Si walked out of the tavern and got on a carriage that he had just bought while the maid was taking a bath.
Paris hurriedly caught up with him, sat opposite him, hugged the priceless box tightly, and looked very nervous.
Because she was afraid that she might do something wrong and bring shame to her noble master.
Accompanied by the sound of whips whipping in the air, the carriage, escorted by Captain Mace, left the town and slowly headed towards the castle.
In less than forty minutes, they arrived at the castle's gate.
After a brief briefing, Viscount Lister Roald finally came out from the castle.
This is a man who looks to be around thirty years old and has a rather stout build.
He did not have a bulging belly due to overnutrition. He was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a pure black suit and a slightly wide sword hanging on his waist. Although his facial features were not handsome, they were upright. The overall first impression he gave was that of firmness and courage.
Behind the viscount was a young lady who looked a little gloomy, wearing a dark purple dress, and a girl about sixteen years old.
In addition, there are some soldiers and knights lined up on both sides to add to the solemn atmosphere.
"interesting!"
Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised with a hint of amusement.
"Interesting? What's interesting?"
Paris blinked in confusion.
Zuo Si reached out his hand and stroked the maid's cheek, lowering his voice and whispering in her ear: "No, it's nothing, you just need to do your own thing. Remember, no matter what happens tonight, never leave my side."
"I...I don't understand what you mean."
Paris seemed to sense something and shuddered immediately, looking like a frightened animal.
“Haha, this world is not as safe as you think.
Sometimes darkness, distortion and evil are hidden in the shadows behind those seemingly bright and majestic things.
By the way, what do you think of Lord Roald?"
As Zuo Si spoke, he stood up and prepared to get off the car, obviously not intending to listen to the maid's answer.
Paris had no time to think, so she could only follow behind with the box in her arms and try not to look so nervous.
"Ah! Welcome, Prince Soth from the West Coast Empire across the ocean. To be honest, if Mace hadn't assured me again and again, I wouldn't have believed that I could entertain such a distinguished guest in my lifetime."
Viscount Lister Roald took the initiative to bend down and bow slightly.
The people behind him also bowed respectfully.
"No, I should be the one to express my gratitude to you.
After all, you were the first noble to invite me and offer me hospitality after the shipwreck.
Since everything was in such a hurry, I only prepared a humble little gift, I hope you don't mind. "
While speaking, Zuo Si winked at the maid he had just hired.
After receiving the signal, Paris immediately walked up to the Viscount with the box in her hands and presented it to him, then performed a slightly awkward lady's skirt-lifting gesture.
"You are very kind."
Viscount Lister Roald obviously noticed the extremely high value of the box itself, and opened it directly in front of everyone...
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