Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

Chapter 109: Deceiving the happiness of the indigenous people

Unlike Alphonse's castle, the lord's mansion of Count Jurgen, the lord of the Emerald Territory, is more like a beautiful manor, covering a vast area.

The garden in front of the lord's mansion alone is larger than the castle plus the courtyard in the Cold Wind Territory.

In comparison, the Cold Wind Collar is really a bit shabby.

This is reasonable. There is only one town in Alphonse's territory. If a war breaks out, the castle may also be used as a fortress to defend against the enemy.

The Emerald Territory has a vast territory and governs several towns. Brightman City has towering walls and defensive facilities. If someone really attacks the city, there will be nothing left to defend.

After notifying the visitor's identity to the lord's mansion, Count Jurgen's butler went to inform him and invited Alphonse and others into the manor.

Of course, the two soldiers and Tessie were still guarding the carriage outside.

Only Alphonse, Mia, and Medeo could enter the spacious and bright living room.

It is indeed luxurious, the large and comfortable velvet sofa, and even the tea set served are made of silver, which is extremely exquisite.

The only flaw is that there is no such thing as tea in the Bastian Kingdom, so what you drink is a refreshing herbal soup.

The oak door was pushed open by the attendant, and a short, stout middle-aged man walked into the hall.

He was wearing a close-fitting black long-sleeved dress, his tawny hair was combed back with balm, his hairline was a bit high, and he had no beard. He had a poker face, and judging from his eyebrows, he looked shrewd. appearance.

He seemed so sure of his own safety that he didn't even bring a guard knight with him.

"Hello, Count Jurgen." Alphonse stood up, put his hand on his heart, bowed slightly, and saluted Count Jurgen.

"Are you the lord of the Cold Wind Territory, Baron Tartarus? Please sit down." Count Jurgen twitched the corner of his mouth, smiled in response, and asked bluntly, "I don't know what your intention is in visiting at night. ?”

Given his status, being able to meet Alphonse would be considered a favor.

The Emerald Territory and the Cold Wind Territory are far apart and have nothing to do with each other.

"Because I was going to the royal capital to meet Her Majesty the Queen, I happened to pass by Brightman City, but I couldn't find a hotel where I could stay. I had no choice but to come here. I hope Count Jurgen will let us stay in your manor. One night,” Alphonse said.

"Haha." Earl Jurgen laughed and reminded him in a gentle manner, "This is not a hotel."

Obviously, he did not intend to stay with Alphonse and others.

They are neither relatives nor friends, and have no friendship at all. To put it bluntly, they are strangers.

"I also understand that this request is a bit abrupt." Alphonse smiled, "To express my apology, I brought you a precious gift and asked you to take us in for one night."

With that said, he signaled Mia to present the gift box she was holding, opened the lid, and displayed it in front of Count Jurgen.

"Precious gift?" Count Jurgen raised his eyebrows. He had already seen that the gift box contained bright yellow brocade, neatly surrounding a transparent long-necked and pot-bellied glass bottle, half of which contained a crystal-like fine product. sand.

Under the bright firelight, the light reflected by these fine sands is not bright, but is white.

Crystal sand?

Count Jurgen couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He really came from the countryside, and the crystal sand was not a precious gift.

You know, the larger the crystal, the more crystal clear it is, the more valuable it is.

Like this, it's just a pile of sand. Its value can't be much higher. At most, it's a little better than ordinary sand, but not as good as silver.

He shook his head and said with a somewhat sarcastic smile, "This crystal sand cannot be said to be precious."

Medio almost blurted out and scolded him for being ignorant.

But good etiquette habits made him give up this idea.

His current identity is not a prince, he is just a magic advisor under a small lord. When the master is talking, how can the servant interrupt?

Alphonse smiled warmly, "This is not crystal sand, but an extremely precious sugar. I named it snow sugar."

Medio quietly added in his mind, I named it right!

"Is this candy?" Count Jurgen was immediately moved and picked up the glass bottle to take a closer look.

Sugar can actually look so crystal clear?

Alphonse secretly smiled inwardly, finally feeling a little bit refreshed. The common white sugar used in modern times can fool people from other worlds into shock.

I just like to see the aboriginal people like this, who have never seen the world.

Count Jurgen removed the cork from the bottle, put it to his nose and sniffed.

It seems that you can indeed smell some sweet smell.

He stretched out his hand to wave and gave an order, "Come here! Bring me a small spoon!"

The attendant ran out quickly and soon came back with a small spoon.

Alphonse didn't care about Count Jurgen's behavior and waited for the next chapter.

Count Jurgen poured a few grains from the glass bottle onto a small spoon and handed it to the attendant, "Try it, what does it taste like?"

The waiter put the small spoon into his mouth, took a sip, and clicked his lips. A strange look appeared on his face, as if he was thinking carefully.

After a few breaths, he replied, "Master, this is sweet, very sweet!"

"You will be waiting by the side." Count Jurgen ordered again.

The attendant immediately stepped aside respectfully.

Count Jurgen turned to Alphonse, "As a member of the nobility, it's only right for me to provide you with some help. After all, everyone encounters difficulties."

Alphonse was noncommittal. The Bastian Kingdom's aristocratic law had a clause that the nobles should help each other, but it also stated that the recipient should pay the necessary remuneration to the helper.

Yes, Mia taught me.

It's just that not many nobles abide by this law. If there is no interest involved, no one will help you for no reason.

What followed were almost useless polite words. Count Jurgen expressed his concern according to the rules, while Alphonse could only try to show his gratitude and touch after receiving the warmth.

This kind of communication is really a headache.

Alphonse really wanted to use the soul-obsessing method, which was simple and direct, to avoid such unwarranted politeness.

But Medio has already suffered a setback, and it is really difficult to use him easily when facing a person like Count Jurgen who is meeting him for the first time.

He dared to meet a stranger without a guardian knight, so he must have some reliance on him.

If the soul-stirring method doesn't work, there will be no room for recovery.

Fortunately, this politeness didn't last too long.

Count Jurgen picked up the small spoon used for stirring in his cup, poured out a few "snow candies" from the glass bottle, and tasted the taste.

(End of this chapter)