Blood of Mercury

Marquis Saya's mansion is not too flashy, but full of natural beauty.

It was a mansion composed of three colors: yellow, green, and brown. The huge thick wooden façade has not been painted much, showing a pleasant affinity for nature.

The gate is a circular arch with a height of nearly three meters, and under the horizontal vault is a set of arches, so that the building is not too heavy and rigid, while the outer walls are decorated with palms, roses and ivy leaves. Extraordinarily eye-catching.

The mansion of the Marquis of Saya is not like most of the nobles, using overly expensive materials and fine processing to show his wealth, nor is it built on the mountain and near the water like Caraldo. low and modest building. His mansion was personally designed by the nobleman who was more like a scholar than a soldier.

In terms of design concept, he has inherited the tradition of Caral people. This back-to-nature romance goes back to his former druid career.

Roland remembered that when Maupassant Saya was a teenager, he traveled with a great druid for three years. The idea of ​​going with the flow, serene and far-reaching that the elder upheld deeply influenced Marquis Saya in every way. If it weren't for the influence of his other teacher, the father of the current Grand Duke of Caral, Saya would never have entered the army.

But even the Grand Duke of the previous generation could only reluctantly admit that no matter how talented his student was in the military field, he was still a pure scholar and a romantic poet in his heart.

In fact, even the inspiration for the profession of the silent swordsman was generated when Maupassant closed the window and watched the raindrops silently fall from the outside.

He is the son of the Earl, a general with great military achievements, the founder and chief instructor of the Dumb Blade, a Druid of the Black Iron rank, a Warlord of the Silver rank, and a Grand Alchemist with a certificate of Lutification. division. But he was also a famous poet, a scholar who studied mainly the cultural style of ancient El Carter, an educator, an architect, a philosopher, and he was even an honorary member of the Winter Fruit Society. .

The Marquis of Sayyar is as famous among the Carr Druids as even an elderly Duide. He has a great reputation even in neighboring countries. His admirers even include some priests of the gods, especially Titan, the **** of literature and inheritance. The god, colloquially known as the Mithril Scholar, even twice publicly expressed his desire to make Maupassant his elector. However, they were all rejected by Saya with extremely beautiful words.

Moreover, the Marquis of Saya was a rare nobleman in this era without any pretense. Coupled with his frankness, courtesy and indifference to fame and fortune, and disdain for some conspiracy behind his back, it can be said that Marquis Saya has no personal enemies in the country. Even his political enemies had to praise him for his virtuous character.

If Marquis Saya has any regrets, it is that his private life is rather chaotic. After all, he is a poet who is more like a poet than a nobleman. He has at least two dozen lovers in the country alone. And he still didn't marry until he was in his forties.

But because of this, he is also called the noblest who is the least like a nobleman. Because Maupassant was very smart and completely separated his several identities, almost no one knew all his identities, and his subordinates never knew that his instructor was actually a high-ranking marquis. And those druids who worship him as a great scholar and poet do not know his identity as an alchemist and general.

But that's why. This "Marquis of Poet" can be tolerated by the current Grand Duke and become the most trusted right-hand man of the Grand Duke. Of course, changing identities to flirt with girls is also a major hobby of Maupassant.

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but glance at Helga.

Just being able to inherit the surname of Marquis Saya is enough to prove her presence.

However, Roland had never heard that Maupassant had a daughter named Helga before.

...was it an accidental death? Or what?

Roland couldn't help thinking.

"It is indeed the mansion of His Excellency Maupassant," Roland walked in, carefully sizing up this building, which is definitely a work of art even on earth, and the words of praise were beyond words, "This is the beauty of nature."

"...Eh? No, no, no. You are really overrated."

Helga, who was walking beside Roland, was stunned for a moment, his tone full of confusion and shyness.

"No, I'm serious. Even a foreigner like me knows Marquis Saya's talent."

Roland smiled slightly. Taking off his hood, his silver-white soft hair flows out like spring water, and his emerald eyes are full of helplessness and tranquility: "Miss Helga. I think you are pulling the wrong person."

"You...not a Druid?"

Helga narrowed his eyes slightly. Her long fluffy and curly pink hair swayed slightly in the wind, and her face was overwhelmed.

The silver hair alone can explain his identity - only Su Ze has such pure white hair. And foreigners are naturally impossible to become Druids.

"But you clearly..."

"Okay. Helga."

At this moment, a warm and magnetic male voice came from not far away.

"Father..."

Helga was startled immediately.

Roland looked up. I found a man standing not far from the door with his hands behind his back, looking at himself with a smile.

That was the Marquis of Saya. It was the same as Roland's impression.

About a little over 1.8 meters tall, with a slightly thin body, his smooth brown curly hair is parted to the sides, revealing his forehead. He was wearing a finely crafted soft leather armor, with a dark brown robe over it, a thin black shawl, and a Caral slashing sword wrapped in a dark brown crusty scabbard around his waist.

After noticing Roland's gaze, Marquis Saya showed him a kind smile.

Then he whispered to Helga who was standing beside Roland: "Don't let the guests stand outside for too long, Helga."

"But, Father, he is not..."

"It doesn't matter, Helga," Saya interrupted Helga who wanted to explain, and said word by word in a poet-like soft and melodious tone, "It doesn't matter... it's the same for everyone."

"You mean..."

Helga Zhan's pupils suddenly lit up. Roland noticed this and couldn't help shaking his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The education of the Marquis is still not in place.

This kid is too understanding.

But immediately, Roland frowned——

It is definitely impossible to say that the Marquis of Saya is malicious towards him. This boss is a proper good camp, and even joined the camp of the covenant after the end of the plague revival. Anyway, Roland felt that he was not yet so ferocious that he would be killed by Marquis Saya.

But Roland also knew that this was just a small manor owned by Marquis Saya. His unprovoked presence in this peaceful little place like Richero is an anomaly in itself.

Also, he hasn't brought the guards yet?

When he thought of this, Helga had already walked to the door with Roland.

Roland glanced at the pure white mistletoe above his head, raised his eyebrows, and walked in without hesitation. To be continued.

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