Paladin

It was an unbearable day for Evan.

He was forced to replace the comfortable, light and simple plate armor, and put on a rigid, cumbersome and ugly dress... People in this era like to make flared necklines and cuffs, which made Evan always feel that his neck was being complicated. Scratching her lace, it was so itchy that I couldn't help it.

Later, Hewitt found that Evan's neck was almost covered with goosebumps, so he gave up. Under Evan's strong request, he finally chose a tighter set.

Because of the tight fit, the waist of this dress is a little tight. The clerk in the tailor shop was a little worried that he would not be able to wear the belt after seeing Evan's height... But he didn't expect Hewitt to come out of the fitting room with The belt said dissatisfied: "Is this the wrong one? Get a two-inch shorter one."

Shop clerk: "..."

Finally, the final size problem was settled after the tailor personally went out.

This dress is basically a pure white lining with a small dark blue vest, and two dovetails that have just become popular in the Casa Empire are cut out on the back. It's like the modern military uniform in Evan's impression-full of serious, ascetic, dignified and powerful aesthetics.

Evan stood in front of the mirror and said thoughtfully: "...the current dresses have indeed made great progress, at least they are more acceptable than my ones at that time."

Hewitt stood right behind him, and the two stared at each other for a moment through the mirror.

The mage is wearing a classical aristocratic dress with loose sleeves, elegant and leisurely cut. He is still leaning on the crutch, as if he loves it. This crutch makes his movements always have a trace of restraint and calmness, Coupled with his always calm expression, he is indeed full of classic aristocratic demeanor - anyone will think that this is indeed a well-bred gentleman from the family of the great earl.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Just when the paladin felt Hewitt's eyes flicker, as if he wanted to say something to himself; Hewitt stopped in time, turned around and left.

This move was originally a little rude, but Evan somehow sensed Hewitt's embarrassment, and couldn't help thinking amusedly: I'm so handsome?Sorry to continue watching?

This thought is very narcissistic, Evan shook his head with a smile, and immediately dispelled it from his mind.

Then, regarding the question of the female companion, Hewitt found the socialite channel of Moa City through some unknown source.

There are such high-class girls everywhere, they are not prostitutes, and they are not nobles, but they can linger in various banquets for a long time with the help of invitation letters and name cards from men.

Luxurious luxury is their way of life, they can be noble and elegant, generous and decent enough to lose to any rich lady, and they can also go in and out of the vulgar market and make fun of men wantonly.Networks are the chain stores they run, and beauty, self-cultivation and their own fame are their hot commodities.

Hewitt hired these two courtesans, they were sisters, and they had a hint of elf blood——

Evan was very surprised and said: "There are still half-breed elves here..."

"Half-breed elves are a very old saying, Evan, you should be glad that I still know what this word means." Hewitt said blankly, "However, it's a pity that there are only one-twentieth or less of them. At best, their elven blood can make them tall enough - so tall that they can barely lower your head by half your head in ten-centimeter shoes."

Evan pondered for a while, and finally couldn't help asking in a low voice: "The cost of hiring them to play...should be quite a lot?"

"Five imperial gold coins," said Hewitt.

Evan: "..."

The two looked at each other for a while, and the paladin said sincerely, "It's ten times mine."

This time it was Hewitt's turn to be speechless.

The mage couldn't help but educate him: "How about you weigh your own worth, Old Antique?"

Evan was stunned for a while: Old... old antique? !me? !

Hewitt continued with a blank expression: "I heard that they will appear as your female companions. The two ladies are very happy to say that they are willing to pay fifty imperial gold coins, as long as they can hold your hand intimately for a quarter of an hour."

Evan: "..."

For a long time, the paladin was speechless, only felt that he...needed to be quiet.

……

Soon Evan ushered in a moment when he needed more silence.

He and Hewitt entered the banquet hall in a low-key way with his female companion, one after the other. He wanted to quickly nod to every face, but unfortunately, the organizer completely shattered his beautiful plan——

Evan was led by the host of the banquet, the lord of Moa, the Earl, and met the lords, noble men and women, the bishop, officials of Moa, merchants and guild leaders who wanted to know him one by one...

The identity of Mingming Liming Saint has not yet been confirmed, but everyone seems to be more convinced than him.

His Excellency the Earl said happily: What does it matter if he is not the Saint of Dawn?Mr. Palatine has saved a thousand at Emden, and is that not enough respect and hospitality?

Perhaps in other words, for these savvy big shots, what is important is not a title or any honor, but Evan has enough capital to match these honors.Sooner or later, he will emerge as a shining figure in everyone's attention-this qualification alone is enough to make them madly invest in human favor.

Evan was dizzy and felt thrown into a nightmare he hadn't experienced for a long time. He nodded and smiled at every face that smiled at him, and then waited to be praised, and finally said: "Thank you Congratulations."

The nobles told him that they were willing to accept the refugees from Emden; the bishops said that the situation of the ascetic nuns had been investigated by a special person, and they would never let any of Lawson's associates and moths in the church go; Moa's officials repeatedly assured that His Excellency Hugo, the Prosecutor of the Holy City, who is still in prison awaiting trial, will soon be able to complete the formalities and come out.

At this feast of feasting and feasting, the world is full of joy and harmony, full of truth, goodness and beauty, everything can be easily resolved, everyone is happy, each goes back to each house and finds its own mother, if Evan can remember everyone, it will be more perfect.

Evan tried his best to nod, smile, be praised, praised and praised, and finally he could only connect with one sentence: "It must be, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The paladin was almost beaten by the wheel.

Hewitt, on the other hand, is more experienced in this kind of scene, and he seized an excellent position near the corner at the beginning-to ensure that no one can surround him from all directions, and then he only needs to smile and deal with the people on both sides.

After he tactfully expressed that he wanted to rest in the hint language commonly used by nobles, he took the time to observe Evan's situation.

Then he saw Evan start getting drunk.

It must be said that paladins are a typical type of ascetic monks of the Holy See.They have to observe a small fast for about two hundred days a year. The small fast means that they can only eat fish among meat, and abstain from alcohol.By the way, there are fifty or so days left for the Great Fast, and only unleavened bread can be eaten.

Evan almost blocked the left and the right, and with a wry smile raised his palm to block the wine glass, and he had to explain one by one——

Hewitt sat in the corner, resting his head on one hand, watching him with interest.

Not long after, Evan's female companion was squeezed out due to the tightness around him, holding her high-heeled shoes angrily, sat next to Hewitt, and said, "It's really... I'm so pissed off. Can't hold His Excellency Palatine's hand."

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Hewitt's mouth, shaking the glass with one hand, while still looking at Evan.

The female companion sat for a while and asked curiously: "Your Excellency Krefeld, don't you want to help His Excellency Paladin?"

"Oh, I forgot." Hewitt put down his glass, nodded seriously, "Well, you go... find some more of your companions, and go help."

"Oh, sir, I can't rescue Lord Paladin..."

Hewitt said seriously: "It's not to rescue him, but to let him drink a little. I'll pay fifty gold coins for a sip, one cup, five hundred, no upper limit. If you have the ability to make him blush—no matter what degree , I bought Moa’s shop and gave it to you, and the specific shop is up to you to choose.”

Female companion: "...Your Excellency, this is what you said!"

The girl was so excited that she immediately put on her high heels again, shuttled through the banquet like a fish, and soon gathered a large school of fish, and rushed towards Evan excitedly.

A quarter of an hour later, the appearance of a large number of girls made Evan's side even more crowded. The gentlemen who valued appearance realized something was wrong and left the place.

Evan continued to refuse all the way, walking away for a while like a large bait that seduced a group of fish.

The girls still couldn't get a drop of cider on his lips.At this time, they also realized that something was wrong: Although Evan had a gentle and easy-going attitude and seemed to be easy to talk to, he was actually very principled. He said he would not drink alcohol, and even if they wore their mouths, they would not take a sip.

They are destined not to be able to get the reward of the shrewd Mr. Mage.

So when the girls also gradually retreated, Evan was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a way out!He immediately made a decisive decision, broke out, hid in a corner, and got a little chance to breathe.

Holding a glass of wine, Hewitt sat down next to Evan in a funny way, temporarily blocked him for a moment, then turned around and asked in a low voice, "You really don't drink at all?"

Evan let out a long breath, and confessed the truth in a low voice: "I...don't drink well. Well, one cup will make you... not sober, so I don't drink much. And... paladins are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Hewitt rested his head on one hand and looked at Evan sideways: "You are not such a rigid person."

Evan: "..." I shouldn't have told you that.

Hewitt put the wine glass that had been shaking for a long time in front of him, and said in a rare and gentle tone: "Try this, spirit special brew, fruit wine with very low alcohol content."

The wine was very light in color, more like a lemonade or something.Evan took the cup, and could feel Hewitt holding the cup for a long time, and the body temperature ironed the fruit wine just right, at an extremely comfortable temperature.

The paladin sniffed the wine again, and indeed only smelled a fragrant fruity scent, which seduced him to make him a little thirsty, so he didn't hesitate anymore, and drank the only sip of the wine in one gulp.

Hewitt watched Evan swallow the fruit wine with a movement of his Adam's apple, and then leaned back in a relaxed manner.

Out of the corner of the mage's eyes, he saw not far away, the girl stared dumbfounded, as if it was hard to believe that Evan broke the precept so easily.

Hewitt folded his hands lazily, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a rare and arrogant triumphant smile.