The residence of the Marquis of Saya is not too flashy, but full of natural beauty.
It was a mansion made of three colors: yellow, green, and brown. The huge and thick wooden exterior walls were not painted much, showing a pleasant natural affinity.
The gate is a circular arch nearly three meters high. Under the horizontal tube vault are arch volumes one after another, so that the main body of the building does not appear too heavy and rigid. The exterior walls are decorated with palms, roses and ivy leaves.
Extremely eye-catching.
The Marquis of Saya's mansion does not use overly expensive materials and fine processing to show off its wealth like most nobles do, nor is it built against the mountains or near the water like the ones in Calaldo.
A low and simple building. His mansion was designed by the nobleman himself who was more like a scholar than a soldier.
In terms of design concept, he inherited the consistent tradition of the Kalar people. This romantic plot of advocating return to nature can be traced back to his previous career as a druid.
Roland remembered that when Maupassant Sayer was still a teenager, he studied with an archdruid for three years. The elder's philosophy of letting nature take its course and being tranquil and far-sighted was deeply rooted in all aspects.
It influenced the Marquis of Saya. If it weren't for the influence of another teacher of his, the father of the current Grand Duke of Carral, Saya would never have joined 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 deep down in his heart.
In fact, even the inspiration for the Silent Swordsman profession came when Maupassant closed the window and watched the raindrops falling silently from outside.
He is the son of an earl, a general with great achievements in battle, the founder and chief instructor of the Dumb Blade Force, a black iron-level druid, a silver-level warlord, and a man who has achieved citrinitas (yellow transformation).
The great alchemist who was certified. But he is also a famous poet, a scholar who mainly studies the cultural style of Gu Erqat, an educationist, an architect, a philosopher, and he even
He is an honorary member of the Winter Fruit Club.
The Marquis of Sayar's reputation among the druids of Caral is even comparable to that of an older Druid. He even enjoys a high reputation in neighboring countries. His admirers even include priests of some gods, especially priests of the gods.
Titan's god of literature and inheritance is the most powerful. The god commonly known as the mithril scholar even expressed his wish to make Maupassant his chosen one twice in public. However, he was politely rejected by Saya with extremely beautiful words.
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Moreover, the Marquis of Saya is one of the few nobles in this era who has no airs. In addition, he is frank, polite and indifferent to fame and fortune, and he does not bother to make some conspiracy behind his back. It can be said that the Marquis of Saya does not have any personal enemies in the country. Even if he is
His political opponents also had to praise his noble character.
If the Marquis of Saya has any regrets, it is that his private life is quite chaotic. After all, he is a romantic and talented man who is more like a poet than a nobleman. He has at least two lovers in the country.
Beat. And he still didn’t have a wife until he was in his forties.
But because of this, he is also known as the nobleman who is least like a nobleman. Because Maupassant is very smart to completely separate his identities, almost no one knows all of his identities, and his subordinates never know that he is
His instructor was actually a high-ranking marquis. And the druids who worshiped him as a great scholar and poet did not know his identity as an alchemist and general.
But it is precisely because of this that this "poet marquis" can be tolerated by the current Grand Duke, and has become the Grand Duke's most trusted right-hand man. Of course, changing identities to flirt with girls is also one of Maupassant's hobbies.
Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but glance at Helga.
Just the fact that she can inherit the surname of Marquis Saya is enough to prove her excellence.
However, Roland had never heard that Maupassant had a daughter named Helga before.
...Did he die unexpectedly? Or what?
Roland couldn't help but ponder.
"It is indeed the residence of Monsieur de Maupassant," Roland walked in and carefully looked at this building, which is definitely a work of art even on earth. He was full of praise, "This is the beauty of nature."
"...Eh? No, no, no. You are really exaggerating."
Helga, who was walking beside Roland, was stunned for a moment, her tone full of confusion and shyness.
"No, I am very serious. Even a foreigner like me knows the talent of Marquis Saya."
Roland smiled slightly. He took off his hood, and his silky silver hair flowed out like spring water. His emerald green eyes were full of helplessness and tranquility: "Miss Helga, I think you have attracted the wrong person."
"You... are not a druid?"
Helga's eyes widened slightly. Her fluffy, curly pink hair swayed slightly in the wind, and she looked at a loss.
The silver hair alone can tell his identity - only Su Ze can have such a pure white hair color. Naturally, it is impossible for foreigners to become druids.
"But you clearly..."
"Okay. Helga."
At this moment, a gentle and magnetic male voice came from not far away.
"Father..."
Helga was immediately startled.
Roland looked up and found a man standing not far from the door with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.
That was none other than Marquis Saya. He was exactly the same as Roland's impression.
He is about a little over 1.8 meters tall, with a slightly slim build. His soft brown curly hair is parted to both sides, exposing his forehead. He wears a finely crafted soft leather armor, a dark brown robe, and a black
He wears a thin shawl, and at his waist is a Karal sword wrapped in a dark brown hard leather sheath.
After noticing Roland's gaze, Marquis Saya showed him a kind smile.
Then he softly scolded Helga who was standing next to 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 was trying to explain, and read word by word in a soft and melodious tone like a poet, "It doesn't matter...it's the same for everyone."
"You mean..."
Helga's blue pupils suddenly lit up. Roland noticed this and couldn't help but shake his head.
The Marquis's education is still not adequate.
This kid is too understanding.
But then, Roland frowned——
It is absolutely impossible to say that Marquis Saya has any ill intentions towards him. This big boss is in the good camp, and even joined the camp of the Covenanters after the resurgence of the plague. Anyway, Roland feels that he is not so vicious that he will be killed by Saya.
The extent to which Marquis Ya designed a trap to kill.
But Roland also knew that this was just a small manor owned by the Marquis of Saya. His unprovoked appearance in this peaceful little place like Richero was an anomaly in itself.
Moreover, he hasn't brought any guards?
When she thought of this, Helga had already led Roland to the door.
Roland glanced at the pure white mistletoe above his head, raised his eyebrows, and walked in without hesitation. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net