The ancient silver castle was thoroughly trimmed, the shrubs and flower beds were properly trimmed, and the centuries-old classical columns and arcades were decorated with bright garlands, and the curtains painted with imperial emblems dangled from the second floor of the castle to the ground, and in the large courtyard in front of the main castle, the venue for evening banquets was ready-

The dinner after the coronation ceremony will be divided into two parts: inside and outside. The main hall of the castle is a place for internal banquets, with more gorgeous decorations and stricter etiquette norms. The courtyard on the front of the castle is an external banquet, and all royal nobles, merchant representatives, church and citizen representatives will be invited to attend.

Obviously, Rebecca prefers the lively atmosphere in the courtyard.

The girl was forced to change into a court dress for attending regular occasions, but the elegant and luxurious skirt could not stop her jumping heart. She ran around between the flower bed and the fountain in front of the Silver Fort, and seemed very curious about everything here. When she came last time, her identity was still a down-and-out little noble in the southern border, and her ancestors were all over the process. She didn't dare to run around in the Silver Fort, and she even had to be careful when she looked around, but today... no one could care about her.

At least except for the two elders, no one in this castle dared to care about her.

"The shrubs in the north are really different from those in the south. This thing is rare in our place - it is very difficult to feed," Rebecca squatted in front of the flower bed, grabbing the branches and leaves of the shrubs around the flower bed while baba the maid next to him. "Recently, the druids in the academy are studying the transplantation of north and south plants. They want to make more cold-resistant crops... Do you know the agronomy group?"

The maid who followed Rebecca was a blond girl in her twenties. The latter looked helpless at this moment, and looked around with a hint of nervousness. He bent down and reminded carefully: "Your Highness... please don't be too close to these plants and trees, your skirt..."

"Hi, it's okay, I'll wear it all the day anyway," Rebecca waved his hand, "Will you use leaves as a whistle than this?"

The blonde maid was stunned for a moment, showing a embarrassed look: "...Your Highness, I'm very sorry, I won't."

"You can't do it now, why not betty... Speaking of which, what about Betty?" Rebecca finally remembered the little maid who came with her. She looked up curiously and asked casually while searching, "Hey, have you seen Betty?"

The maid followed His Highness’s thoughts vigorously and reacted for a moment before realizing that the other party was talking about the little maid who looked a little stupid: "Betty's words... I just saw her dazed by the fountain."

While answering, the maid couldn't help but mutter in her heart. She couldn't understand how the little maid who seemed to be in poor mind was selected as the headmaid of the inner court, and her position was even higher than her. The dazed little girl knew nothing about the court etiquette, and her slow reaction was worrying. She even seemed to have been to such an occasion with so many people for the first time, and she didn't know where to stand. When no one greeted her, she would stare blankly in the flower bed or fountain.

But it is really hard to understand that such a slow-responsive girl is actually loved by the new royal family.

She was halfway through the confusion when she saw Rebecca stretching her neck and looking at the fountain. His princess's next move almost made the maid jump up - Rebecca raised her hand and waved her hand and saw a bright and dazzling fireball flying into the sky...

"Your Highness! You..."

Amid the yell of the blonde maid, the bright fireballs had already exploded over the courtyard, and the magic flames formed a series of clear and neat letters in the air: Betty came over.

After a while, as the maid was stunned, the little maid named Betty ran over from a distance quickly and bowed hard in front of Rebecca: "Miss, you call me?"

The blonde maid wanted to remind the new maid that the name of Rebecca should be His Highness rather than "Miss", but the two girls in front of her no longer paid attention to her - Rebecca and Betty squatted on the ground together, and they pulled several leaves from the bush and folded them into leaf whistles. You and I blew it one after another, laughing like a hilarious smile...

When Gao Wen saw a ball of fire explode into a string of letters, he guessed whose masterpiece it was. He took amber to search for it in the direction where the ball was flying, and found Rebecca, who was squatting on the ground with Betty and blowing leaves. Next to them was a blonde girl wearing maid's costume.

"Your Majesty," the maid who was in a daze suddenly became even more at a loss and nervous when she saw Gao Wen appear. "Your Highness..."

Before she finished speaking, Rebecca had already jumped up in anger: "Wow! The ancestors are here!"

Betty was slowing down half a beat and stood up: "Master...ah, Your Majesty."

This girl who was always slow to react actually remembered the correct name in time - although she called it wrong the first time.

"It's okay, relax today." Gao Wen couldn't help feeling in a good mood when he saw Rebecca who had changed into a long palace dress in front of him, but was not bound by his clothes at all. He waved his hand, "But try not to throw fireballs. After nightfall, there will be a mage floating over the castle to patrol. In addition to the magic fireworks in specific areas, the fireballs you throw suddenly can easily blow people down."

"Oh, I got it..."

Gao Wen nodded with a smile, then looked at the helpless and dazed blond girl next to him: "You are the original maid in the Silver Castle, right?"

The blonde girl quickly lowered her head: "Yes, your majesty."

"Relax and adapt. If you are willing to continue to serve the new royal family, you should be accustomed to this life with fewer rules."

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Gao Wen nodded and prepared to leave here, but he was about to take a step and was stopped by Rebecca: "By the way, lord of the ancestors, I heard that the black-haired maid next to Duchess Victoria was a black dragon. Is it true?"

"Who did you hear?" Gao Wen stopped and looked at Rebecca with a little surprise. "Although this news was not kept secret... it should not be made public, right?"

"I heard Philip say that there are still many soldiers talking about it."

"...Yes, there were many witnesses that day," Gao Wen nodded, "Yes, her name is Maggie, and it's Black Dragon, but she herself has no intention of spreading it everywhere. Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"Ah, I'm just a little curious. There are dragons living with humans..." Rebecca blinked, with a curious and exploratory look on his face. "I heard that the magic of the dragon clan is very powerful. Do you think Maggie can also use dragon language magic?"

"This is hard to say, maybe it will, but it seems to be weaker than a normal dragon," Gao Wen said casually, and then reminded, "You can ask her in person when talking about these bad things behind the scenes, but be polite. Her dragon blood seems to have some 'problems'. If she doesn't want to say it, don't offend it too much."

Rebecca nodded vigorously, with a serious face: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm so polite!"

To be honest, Gao Wen really doubted how credible the girl said "politeness" was. After all, according to Hetty, Rebecca's two worst subjects back then were etiquette and history. At that time, nearly one-third of the girl's education funds were spent on the medical expenses of the teachers in these two classes. But then he thought that Rebecca just did not meet the standards of etiquette classes, so "politeness" should be fine...

After all, the "ritual" in the eyes of the nobles and the "politeness" of the public have been divided to some extent. Rebecca is a girl who bows her head to say hello when she sees a commoner older than her. But her ease and humility are a manifestation of "irrespect and dullness" in the orthodox etiquette norms...

The "etiquette norms" in the upper class and the living order of the lower class are seriously separated. To some extent, this is actually an imbalance in the social structure and the signs and characteristics of conflicts among various social levels. From this point of view, it is a good thing that Rebecca's "etiquette" class failed, which made her accept many of the equality concepts instilled by Gao Wen without adapting...

Perhaps Gao Wen should be glad that Rebecca's family was in financial difficulties when he was a child, so that Viscount Cecil and Hetty failed to invite this girl to a teacher of etiquette, both civil and military, otherwise he would have another headache for Rebecca's education now.

With a smile, Gao Wen took Amber to cross the flower bed in the courtyard. On the way to the open space, he heard a loud whistle coming from his side.

He turned his head slightly and saw Amber pinching a folded leaf. The latter brought the leaf closer to his lips and blew it hard again, with a loud whistle.

"How do you?"

“It’s not difficult.”

"Who taught you?"

"My adoptive father."

As Amber said, he pinched the leaves in his hand, flattened his lips and threw them away.

"Just kids like to play with this..." she muttered, "but suddenly I saw Rebecca and Betty playing, and remembered that I could do it, so I just folded one."

Gao Wen looked at Amber silently, said nothing, but turned his head and looked in the direction of the Fountain Square in front.

A group of noble men and ladies in gorgeous costumes gathered in the small square, but the focus of the crowd was a little old man wearing a gray robe, with a messy hair and beard, and a hippie smile on his face. The latter was talking loudly in the crowd with a red face, which caused the noble men around him to nod frequently, and the ladies and ladies smiled from time to time.

Gao Wen guessed that Pittman must be selling his scam again - either taking fake medicines that cannot be killed or using useless amulets. Few people will take those fools seriously, but he is always supported by the titles of the Empire's chief druid and master-level researcher.

Gao Wen turned to look at Amber: "You haven't talked to Pittman yet?"

"...not yet," Amber paused, as if with a hint of nervousness and hesitation, "I... had been busy arranging security before, and I had no time..."

"Now we have time, and Pittman looks like he has time," said Gao Wen, "go and talk."

Amber raised her head: "You go with me?"

Gao Wen smiled without answering, and walked straight forward with Amber.

The crowd near the fountain noticed Gao Wen's figure, bowed and retreated to both sides, leaving only Pitman standing there. The old druid raised his head, clapped his hands, and smiled at Gao Wen: "You come, my business is gone."

"Let's talk about your business later," Gao Wen said, pushing Amber slightly forward half a step, "Don't you have something to hand over to her?"

"Leave it to me?" Amber was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes wide and turned his head to look at Gao Wen.

"A few days ago, Your Majesty wrote to me, talking about your adoptive father and your origin," Pittman looked at Amber, with a smile on his wrinkled face. "He told me that it is best not to bring some secrets into the coffin, and I told him that I have something to hand over to you..."

Amber's eyes moved between Gowen and Pittman, and finally fell on Pittman: "What is it?"

Pitman sighed softly, and the wrinkles on his face twitched. He seemed to want to maintain his smiley face that had lasted for decades, but the expression finally became a little funny. Then he stretched out his hand and took out a pretty worn note in his pocket on the inside of his robe.

"This is what Surry Randolph left for you, and he said that if one day you don't have to worry about the killers and hunters of the royal family, you can give it to you," Pittman said slowly. "But I once hesitated whether to do this, because the contents on it may not be easy for you to accept. I wanted to bring it into the coffin...but your Majesty told me that you have the right to know your life."

Amber's expression was hesitant when he took the note, as if the secret that had been hidden for decades suddenly appeared in front of her, giving the half-elf a moment of blank mind. She forgot to ask and question, but subconsciously took the thing handed over by Pittman, and before she turned it on, Pittman's voice came again.

"After reading it, I will tell you how I met your adoptive father back then."
Chapter completed!