"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.
他们根本不在乎死掉的人，分别从不同的方向将左思包围起来，一起用剑、长枪等武器刺向致命部位。
如果换成一般人，面对这种情况恐怕除了等死之外根本没有什么太好的办法。
毕竟刺击是致死率最高的攻击方式，一旦被刺中要害或内脏，就算当时没死过后也活不了多久。
而且刺击造成的伤口非常难以止血，尤其是在这种连现代医学概念都还没出现的中世纪，连最基本的缝合都没几个人会。
“不！！！！！”
眼见左思危在旦夕，帕丽斯整个人直接扑过去想要用自己的身体为其挡住来自右侧的两支长枪。
但下一秒她就被一只手揽住腰抱起来仍在身后的吧台上。
与此同时，她看到左思以匪夷所思的方式用两根手指夹住一把剑，然后将其强行夺过来用肉眼无法捕捉的速度挥动。
瞬间！
每一个参与围攻的佣兵脸上都像是被某种重物砸中一样，不光身体不受控制的向地面摔倒，同时脸上的肌肉和骨骼也出现严重变形。
砰！砰！砰！砰！ 仅仅一击，酒馆内所有参与围攻的人就全部倒在了地上，而且一个个都躺在地上一动不动，也不知道究竟是死了还是晕过去了。
而被左思捏在两根手指中间的剑，也在巨大的力量作用下形成巨大的弯曲弧度，中间还有一段卷曲起来就如同弹簧。
不用问也知道，它会变成这样完全是因为刚才一瞬间承受了超出自身上限的力。
“我的天呐！”
酒保从吧台后面探出头，目瞪口呆看着周围血流成河的场面。
他简直不敢相信对方居然可以在赤手空拳的情况下，一次性解决这么多在当地颇有名气的佣兵。
就在他爬出来想要招呼人收拾残局的时候，几名身穿铠甲的卫兵突然从外面走了进来，为首像是队长的人则一脸严肃的质问道：“莱维·帕克斯，你最好解释一下这里发生了什么。要知道打架斗殴可是重罪，不仅需要缴纳高昂的罚金，同时还得去监狱里蹲上至少五天。”
“梅斯队长，我想我可以解释。”
帕丽斯鼓起勇气站了出来。
在这位年轻姑娘的眼中，既然替自己出头教训了这群肮脏、丑陋、无耻的男人，那自己就有义务为其作证。
“哦？说吧，我在听。”
被称为梅斯队长的男人双手抱胸打量着左思。
在他看来能在自身不伤分毫的情况下解决这么多佣兵和青壮年男性，高低得是一名强大的战士或贵族骑士。
尤其是身上穿的衣服面料所用的丝线，简直比来自遥远东方价值堪比黄金的丝绸更加精致、华贵，自己居然从来没有见过。
要不是因为搞不清楚身份，他进来之后就会立刻不管三七二十一先抓人再说。
“是这样的……”
帕丽斯赶忙把前几分钟发生的事情一五一十说了出来，同时还不断让酒保和其他没有参与其中的普通客人作证。
大概十分钟之后，梅斯队长终于知晓了来龙去脉，立马冲倒在地上生死不明的佣兵狠狠啐了一口唾沫咒骂道：“这群肮脏的家伙！
居然胆敢在子爵大人的领地内冒犯袭击一位贵族？ 真是该千刀万剐！
来人，把他们都给我带回去。
没死的等醒来之后全部送到处刑台绞死。”
很显然，没有任何一位贵族领主会喜欢无法无天的佣兵，哪怕他们需要借助佣兵的力量才能去跟其他贵族乃至国家打仗。
看着一个又一个佣兵被从酒馆里拖出去，梅斯队长这才单手抚胸弯下腰深深地鞠了一躬：“万分抱歉，尊贵的阁下。是我们没有尽到保护的义务，让您在领地内受到了低贱佣兵的侮辱。”
“不用道歉，反正最后倒在地上的又不是我。”
左思显然对此并不在意，摆出一副十分大度的模样。
“万分感谢！如果不介意的话，能告诉我您的名号、爵位和所效忠的君主吗？”梅斯队长小心翼翼的试探道。
左思瞬间看穿了对方的小心思，直截了当的回答：“我的名字叫索斯，来自大海另外一边遥远的西海岸帝国，至于爵位不太方便透露。但你可以理解为我是皇室成员。”
“皇……皇室成员？西海岸帝国？”
梅斯队长张大嘴巴明显吃了一惊。
因为但凡能别叫做帝国的基本都不会太弱，而且左思的武器、铠甲和身手也都能证明这一点。
至于皇室成员，按照这边的规矩基本都可以被称之为王子或者亲王，属于贵族爵位体系中最高的那一档。
但很快，他又察觉到有点不对劲，继续追问：“那您是怎么出现在我们这里的呢？”
“因为海难。
我正在进行一次横跨大洋的探险，碰巧遇到风暴船只触礁进水，因此只能坐着小船漂流。
在这个过程中，我所有的骑士、护卫和仆从都因为各种各样的意外或是失踪、或是死亡。
最后只剩下我一个人成功登上陆地。
相信你也看到了，我的相貌与你们这里的人有很大差异。”
说着，左思指了指自己人类形态下那副黑发黑眸的东方面孔。
毫无疑问，这番解释虽然称不上是无懈可击，但至少在逻辑上没有什么太大的问题。
毕竟米特兰王国所处的这片大陆，暂时还没有开启大航海时代，对于大海另外一边究竟有什么完全一无所知。
更何况左思的穿戴打扮、行为举止和气质也完全不像是个骗子。
所以梅斯队长只能将信将疑的发出邀请：“亲王阁下，请允许我先这么称呼您。
介于刚才发生的不愉快，我认为像您这样尊贵的客人不应该在这种简陋的小酒馆内下榻。
不如跟我一起去城堡见罗尔德子爵。
他一定会召开盛大的宴会来款待您，并倾听您这路上紧张刺激的冒险故事。”
“可是我并没有准备礼物和拜帖，也没有随行的仆人，这样贸然拜访实在是太失礼了。”
左思故意摆出一副为难的模样。
毕竟贵族嘛，玩的就是礼仪、礼节和复杂繁琐的仪式感，而且无论走到哪里都得端着架子决不能放下。
“这都不是问题。毕竟您的身份是如此的高贵，光凭这一点就能让罗尔德子爵感到蓬荜生辉。更何况您的冒险故事就是最好的礼物。”
梅斯队长更加确信眼前的这个人肯定是大贵族。
因为除了大贵族，没谁会吃饱了撑的搞这么多破事。
但左思却摇了摇头：“不，还是不行，无论如何我都必须要稍微准备一下。”
说着，他从口袋里掏出一大把金币，转过身问眼睛里透露出憧憬、爱慕、崇拜、感激等情绪的帕丽斯：“美丽的小姐，请问你愿意接受雇佣吗？我现在非常需要一位贴身女仆。”
“贴身女仆？我？”
年轻的姑娘瞪大眼睛盯着那一把足以买下十个自己的金币，简直不敢相信这种好事会落在自己头上。
“没错。
要知道在贵族之间的会面，连一个打下手的仆人都没有可是非常失礼的事情。
更何况刚才的所作所为，让我看到了你的心灵之美。
这可是比千篇一律的美貌更加稀有宝贵的品质。
所以我认为你有资格做我的仆人。”
左思眼睛闪烁着名为真诚的光芒，顿时让帕丽斯心跳加速整个人都沉浸在无法用语言形容的幸福感之中。
他说我有心灵之美！
他说我的品质比千篇一律的美貌更稀有！ 他说我有资格做他的女仆！ 这位年轻的姑娘显然已经彻底被左思惊人的魅力属性所俘获，连犹豫都没犹豫立马拼命点头。
“我……我愿意！能成为您的女仆是我这辈子最大的荣幸。”
“棒极了！不过你现在的这身打扮可不行，必须得从里到外全都换一边。”
左思先是将金币一股脑丢在吧台上，再次把手伸进腰间那个连接着异次元空间的口袋，从里边掏出一套黑白配色的女仆裙，以及包括内衣、丝袜、鞋子在内的全套装备。
这是他跟氪星少女卡拉玩角色扮演时没有用完的道具，现在刚好派上了用场。
“这是给我的？！”
帕丽斯用略带颤抖的手接过衣服。
她从小到大都没见过比这更漂亮、更精致的衣物。
尤其是蕾丝和丝袜触碰到皮肤时细腻精致的触感，根本不是那些亚麻、棉布、毛纺布和普通丝绸所能比拟的。
在她看来这哪里是什么女仆装，简直就是贵族小姐和公主才有资格穿的华服。
当然，有这种感觉的并不只有帕丽斯自己，梅斯队长和酒保莱维·帕克斯的反应也都差不多。
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...