It was a bright day, and the road leading to the small town of Windsor was deserted, with only vehicles moving.
Many sturdy horses dragged three spacious and gorgeous carriages forward slowly.
There are three carriages, each with a black horse and a white horse in front of it.
They have strong bodies, similar qualities, and uniform steps. They all wear special metal cuffs.
Making a horse mute is actually a different approach that goes against the nature of animals, but I don't know how - perhaps through the power of magic, Duke Albert made it a reality.
"...I really didn't expect that you would take the initiative to find me."
Sitting in a corner of the carriage at the back, Niall Galola moved his butt to the edge, whispered something on the leather seat, and looked up at the figure standing in front of him.
Standing in front of him was a tall blonde woman wearing a mage's robe.
Abdia Hill.
As shown in the costume, Abdia is a life mage, but in addition to this identity, she is also a housekeeper.
The exclusive butler of the Duke's family.
They have served the Duke with the same surname for generations, providing daily arrangements and needs, and commanding the servants serving the Duke.
Only outside the official residence and manor, she will show herself in the classic mage attire.
Because of this special status, it can usually set off the dignity of the owner's status in the outside world, demonstrating a unique sense of superiority compared to ordinary people.
——A mage with extraordinary magical abilities is still a servant of the Duke.
It was also the first time that Neil saw the usually cold butler put on such a costume.
She was usually as solemn, strict and distinguished as she is now, but she always feels like she has a little more of a different temperament now.
"I heard that you are leaving." Abdia explained his intention calmly, "I came here to congratulate you. It is a good thing to part ways with the Duke, especially for a person with broad ambitions like you."
Although the praise is not obvious, it is beyond words.
Neil smiled dryly, a little embarrassed: "Actually... I will stay for a few more days."
"That's okay. I can't say more, so I'll just say goodbye, Mr. Galola."
Abdia said nothing more, turned around, and walked to the other side.
The carriage is still moving.
Although I said goodbye, I couldn't get out of the car, and my closing words could only be a marginal greeting.
The atmosphere in the carriage is too embarrassing, but you can't jump out of the window, it's too rude.
Whether it was Abdia, who was dignified as a housekeeper, or Neil, who realized that the conversation just now was extremely awkward and couldn't cope with it, they both maintained the silence of adults in the end.
Neil forced himself to look at the beautiful scenery outside the window, trying to find himself through admiring the scenery and even reciting poems, thereby ignoring the dull atmosphere.
The blue sky, white clouds and bright flowers complement each other, and the breeze blows, bringing with it a refreshing fragrance.
Under the purest natural light, the colorful sea of flowers will always look extremely charming, like countless gems inlaid on the ground, shining with colorful and graceful light.
There is no doubt that this is a great place.
In the past, when he saw such a wonderful scenery, he would be inspired to write poems, but now he has no inspiration at all.
Even occasionally distracted.
Neil couldn't help but glance at Abdia again, who was standing in the corner with his back straight. His heart became increasingly bitter and speechless, and he didn't know how to deal with himself.
He is just a ranger.
Although he is good at showing off his literary talents, he does not often call himself a bard, especially now.
Playing an undercover role in intrigues seemed less "poetic" to Neil, who loves romanticism.
And the weird atmosphere around Duke Albert gave him a headache.
Mainly because he was carrying an important mission, Neil was quite troubled by this. He didn't want to get involved in the Duke's major affairs and the possible dangers in the warning, but he had to do it.
Because I owe someone else a favor.
A cunning but sincere businessman - to be honest, Neil had to admit that he was still very grateful to him, and even put aside his psychological grudge against the evil capital controller.
For Neil, money has always been an external thing, and generally cannot hire him, let alone buy the free soul of the wandering poet.
Humanity is sophisticated but it works.
With this thought in his mind, Neil glanced at Abdia again.
In fact, repeatedly peeking at a lady like this is really not in line with Neil's self-confessed gentlemanly etiquette, but now he has other reasons.
He realized a problem.
The Duke's butler, a life mage with a high status in Duke Albert's estate, seemed to be more concerned about his departure.
Or maybe... more envious?
After staying with Duke Albert for a long time as a poet, and even gaining the Duke's appreciation as a close friend with his sharp tongue, Neil believed that he should be regarded as a more discerning person.
Just stayed for a while.
He often travels and hangs out, chats with many people, and has a certain understanding of magic.
Because of this, he could also see that Abdia had both talent and strength among mages.
Although Abdia majors in life magic because of her status as a housekeeper, her reliance on singing proves that she may be able to meet the standards of an archmage, and even surpass most of the guards hired by Duke Albert.
With such extraordinary strength, he might be a little unwilling to settle down as a butler serving in the official residence all day long?
While speculating like this, Neil did not notice his gaze and behavior. His eyes stayed on Abdia for too long, which attracted the attention of the female housekeeper in an impolite way.
Just when she frowned and was about to ask, another voice came from the front of the carriage.
Very prominent vocals.
"What are you going to do!" came the man's roar, "Don't you want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do a good job, get out of here and get out of this car!"
The two people in the carriage behind looked at each other, and Neil stood up as well.
Perhaps due to the influence of the vehicle in front, or other instructions, the horses and vehicles they were in also slowed down.
"I'll go down first." Abdia stayed beside the Duke for a long time and knew his daily habits very well. He spoke quickly and in a firm tone. "In order to prevent the Duke from getting angry at will and causing disaster to the fish, Mr. Galola, you'd better do it."
Wait here."
For Neil, this is undoubtedly a more considerate choice and there is no malicious intention.
It's just that Abdia's orders were a little too firm, perhaps out of professional habits, which made him even have the illusion that he was also a subordinate of the housekeeper.
But the situation is worth understanding.
Because the person who roared just now has a special status, it is His Royal Highness Duke Albert Talanik who is notoriously difficult to serve.