The ancient White Silver Castle was completely renovated. The shrubs and flower beds were properly trimmed. The classical columns and arcades that had hundreds of years of history were decorated with colorful garlands. Cloth with the Empire's emblem hung down from the second floor of the castle to the ground. In the large courtyard in front of the main castle, the venue prepared for the evening banquet was ready.
The banquet after the coronation ceremony would be divided into two parts, the inner and outer. The main hall of the castle was the venue for the inner banquet, with more gorgeous decorations and stricter etiquette. The courtyard in front of the castle was for the outer banquet. All the Captical nobles, merchant representatives, church and citizen representatives were invited to attend.
Obviously, Rebecca preferred the lively atmosphere in the courtyard.
The girl had been forced to change into a long court dress that was used for formal occasions, but the graceful and luxurious dress could not stop her heart from jumping. She ran between the flower beds and the fountain in front of the White Silver Fort, and was very curious about everything here. The last time she was here, she was still a destitute little noble in the Southern Territory, and she was under the supervision of the Elder Ancestor the entire time. She did not dare to run around in the White Silver Fort, and she even had to be careful when she looked around. But today … no one could control her.
At least, no one in the castle dared to control her, except for the two elders.
"The shrubs in the north are really different from those in the south. Sigh, this thing is rare where we are. It's very difficult to grow." Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, holding the shrubs and leaves around the flower bed while talking to the maid next to her. "Recently, the Druil in the academy have been studying the problem of transplanting plants from the north and south. They want to create crops that are more resistant to cold... Do you know the agronomy group?"
The maid beside Rebecca was a blonde girl in her twenties. She had a helpless expression on her face as she looked around nervously. Then, she bent down and cautiously reminded Rebecca, "Your Highness, please don't get too close to the plants. Your dress …"
"Hey, it's okay. I'll just wear it today." Rebecca waved her hand. "Compared to this, do you know how to use leaves as a whistle?"
The blonde maid was stunned for a moment and looked embarrassed. "... Your Highness, I'm very sorry. I don't know how to."
"You can't do it. You're not even as good as Betty … Speaking of which, where is Betty?" Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who came with her. She looked around curiously and asked casually, "Hey, have you seen Betty?"
The maid tried her best to follow the princess's train of thought. It took her a while to realize that the princess was talking about the little maid who looked a little silly. "Betty … I just saw her in a daze beside the fountain."
As she answered, the maid couldn't help but mutter in her heart. She couldn't understand at all how that seemingly brainless little maid could be chosen as the head maid of the inner court. Her position was even higher than hers. That slow-witted little girl didn't know a thing about court etiquette, and her reaction speed was worrisome. It seemed like it was her first time coming to a place with so many people. She didn't know where to stand at all. When no one called her, she would be in a daze at places like the flower beds or fountains …
But it was such a slow-witted little girl who was so well-liked by the new royal family. It was really hard to understand.
Halfway through her confusion, she saw Rebecca stretch her neck and look in the direction of the fountain. The princess' next action almost made the maid jump. Rebecca raised her hand and waved, and a bright and dazzling fireball flew into the sky …
"Your Highness! You … "
As the blonde maid exclaimed, the bright fireball had already exploded in the sky above the courtyard. The magic flames formed a string of clear and neat letters in the air: "Betty, come here."
After a while, under the dumbfounded gaze of the maid, the little maid named Betty quickly ran over from not far away and bowed in front of Rebecca. "Miss, you called for me?"
The blonde maid wanted to remind the new head maid that she should now call Rebecca "Your Highness" instead of "Miss", but the two girls in front of her had already ignored her. Rebecca and Betty were squatting on the ground together, plucking several leaves from the bushes and folding them into leaf whistles. They blew one after another, laughing heartily …
When Gwen saw the fireball explode into a string of letters, he guessed whose masterpiece it was. He took Amber to look in the direction of the fireball. Sure enough, he found Rebecca squatting on the ground with Betty blowing leaves. Next to them stood a bewildered blonde girl in a maid's costume.
"Your Majesty." When the maid saw Gwen, she was even more bewildered and nervous. "Her Highness is …"
Before her voice trailed off, Rebecca had already jumped up and exclaimed, "Wow! The ancestor is here! "
Betty was half a beat slower. She also stood up and said, "My Lord … Ah, Your Majesty."
The slow-witted girl actually remembered the correct address in time, although she had called him wrongly the first time.
"It's okay. Relax today." Gwen could not help but feel better when he saw Rebecca, who had changed into a palace dress but was not restrained by the dress at all. He waved his hand and said, "Just try not to throw fireballs. After night falls, there will be mages floating over the castle to patrol. Except for the magic fireworks in specific areas, if you suddenly throw a fireball like this, it will blow people down."
"Oh, I see …"
Gwen smiled and nodded. He then looked at the bewildered blonde girl next to him and asked, "Are you the original maid in the Silver Castle?"
The blonde girl quickly lowered her head and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Relax and get used to it. If you are willing to continue to serve the new royal family, you should get used to this less disciplined life."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Gwen was ready to leave, but he was stopped by Rebecca just as he was about to take a step. "By the way, ancestor, I heard that the black-haired maid of Duchess Victoria is a black dragon. Is it true?"
"Who did you hear that from?" Gwen stopped and looked at Rebecca, a little surprised. "Although this news is not confidential … it should not be made public, right?"
"I heard it from Philip, and many soldiers are talking about it."
"Yes, there were many witnesses that day." Gwen nodded. "Yes, her name is Maggie, and she is a black dragon. But she has no intention of spreading the news. Why are you interested in this all of a sudden? "
"Ah, I am just a little curious. There are Dragons living with humans …" Rebecca blinked, her face full of curiosity. "I heard that the magic of dragons is very powerful. Do you think Maggie also knows draconic magic?"
"It is hard to say. Maybe, but it seems to be weaker than a normal Giant Dragon," Gwen said casually, and then reminded, "It is not good to talk about this behind people's backs. You can ask her in person, but be polite. Her Giant Dragon bloodline seems to have some 'problems.' If she does not want to talk about it, don't be too offensive."
Rebecca nodded hard and said with a serious face, "Don't worry, don't worry, I am very polite!"
To be honest, Gwen was a little skeptical about the credibility of the girl's "polite". After all, according to Heti, Rebecca's two worst subjects were etiquette and history. At that time, nearly one-third of the girl's education fund was spent on the medical expenses of the teachers of these two subjects. But on second thought, Rebecca was just not up to standard in etiquette. Her "politeness" should not be a problem...
After all, today, "etiquette" in the eyes of the aristocrats and "politeness" in the eyes of the public had shown a state of division to some extent. Rebecca was a girl who would bow her head and greet people older than her, but her simplicity and modesty were a sign of "impoliteness and stupidity" in the orthodox etiquette standards...
The "etiquette standards" of the upper class and the living order of the lower class were seriously separated. To some extent, this was actually an imbalance in the social structure, a precursor and characteristic of the contradictions at all levels of society. From this point of view, Rebecca's failure in etiquette was a good thing. It allowed her to accept many of the ideas of equality instilled by Gwen without having to adapt...
Perhaps Gwen should be glad that Rebecca's family was in financial difficulties when she was a child, so Viscount Cecil and Heti could not hire an etiquette teacher for the girl. Otherwise, he would have another layer of headache when it came to educating Rebecca.
With a smile, Gwen led Amber across the flower bed in the courtyard. On the way to the open space, he heard a loud whistle coming from beside him.
He turned his head slightly and saw Amber pinching a folded leaf. The latter put the leaf close to her lips and blew hard. The whistle was loud and clear.
"You know how to do it too?"
"It's not difficult."
"Who taught you?"
"My adoptive father."
As Amber said, she pinched the leaf whistle in her hand, pursed her lips, and threw it away.
"Only children like to play this..." she muttered. "But I suddenly saw Rebecca and Betty playing and remembered that I know how to do it too, so I just folded one."
Gwen silently looked at Amber and said nothing. Instead, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the fountain square.
A group of noble men, ladies, and ladies in gorgeous clothes gathered in the small square. The focus of the crowd was a little old man in a gray robe. His hair and beard were messy, his back was hunched and he had a cheeky smile on his face. The latter was talking loudly in the crowd with a rosy face. The noble men around him nodded repeatedly, while the ladies and ladies smiled from time to time.
Gwen guessed that Pitman must be promoting his scams again. It was either a fake medicine that would not kill people, or a useless amulet. Few people would take his scams seriously, but he was the Empire's Chief Druil and a master researcher, so there was no shortage of people here who would not support him.
Gwen turned to Amber and asked, "You haven't talked to Pitman yet, right?"
"... Not yet." Amber paused for a moment, seeming to be nervous and hesitant. "I... I was busy arranging the security, so I didn't have time..."
"Now we all have time, and Pitman seems to have a lot of time too," Gwen said. "Let's talk."
Amber looked up and asked, "You're coming with me?"
Gwen smiled and did not answer. He walked straight ahead with Amber.
The crowd near the fountain noticed Gwen's figure and bowed to him. They retreated to both sides, leaving only Pitman standing there. The old Druil looked up, clapped his hands, and smiled at Gwen. "My business is gone now."
"We'll talk about your business later," Gwen said, slightly pushing Amber half a step forward. "Don't you have something to give her?"
"Give it to me?" Amber was stunned for a moment. She turned to look at Gwen with her eyes wide open.
"A few days ago, His Majesty sent me a letter, talking about your adoptive father and your background." Pitman looked at Amber, a smile on his wrinkled face. "He told me, some secrets are best not to be taken to the grave, so I told him, I have something to give you..."
Amber's eyes moved between Gwen and Pitman, and finally fell on the Pitman. "What... is it?"
Pitman sighed softly, the wrinkles on his face twitched. He seemed to be trying to maintain his smiling face, which he had maintained for decades, but his expression became a little funny in the end. Then, he reached into the inner pocket of his robe and took out a rather shabby notebook.
"Sari Randolph left this for you. He said that if one day you don't have to worry about the assassins and hunters of the Royal Family, I can give this to you," Pitman said slowly. "But I once hesitated whether to do so, because the content in this notebook may be difficult for you to accept. I once wanted to take it to the grave... but His Majesty told me that you have the right to know your background. "
Amber was a little hesitant when she took the notebook, as if the secret that had been hidden for decades had suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The half-elf's mind went blank for a moment. She forgot to ask, forgot to question, and just took the notebook from Pitman. Before she opened it, Pitman's voice came again.
"After you read it, I'll tell you how I met your adoptive father."
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