Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

Go down the hallway about Mr. Bowman. There is no shadow or shape to the noise that will come. Looking out on foot, the two birds are chatting.

Does it convey the pleasant atmosphere of this place to the birds? I thought that there was no such benefit.

Eventually, I arrived in front of a big door. This door is familiar. It's the hall door.

Mr. Bowman opens the door and prompts him to go inside. We went in with Zorosolo.

"Wow."

Who raised such a voice? Maybe it's me. During the previous festival, there were ornaments all over the more modest hall, as well as a large table that filled the hall.

It would still be gorgeous at the Earl's wedding. Besides the connection between home and home, it's also a place to show off your finances.

"Everyone, come here. There will be other customers soon."

When Bowman said so, the other servants who were waiting in the hall pulled out their chairs. The place is at the end of the table, in other words, at the bottom.

But I'm sure he chose to keep us out of trouble rather than underestimating us, so that we could have as little contact with others as possible.

If it's light in the first place, don't bother preparing separate waiting rooms or meeting separately before the ceremony.

We sat honestly in the chair. The chair cushion is fluffy. I wonder if this has been arranged in total.

Next to me is a samurai, looking around. It seems to be restless. I thought I'd give it a try, but I didn't say anything about Diana or Anne, so I left it there. I will stand still when others come.

There is a chair where no one sits on the opposite side of the samurai. I mean, someone's coming here. Now, what kind of person is coming?

With that in mind, Zorosolo and the others were brought in by Katerina and other servants, as Bowman said. The thunderbolt of Samya stops sharply.

Everything in them is luxurious. At first glance, it is plain, but if you look closely, it is embroidered or the hands are definitely scratched.

Naturally, he shook his head gently when Bowman saw that it would be better to stand because he was above us (with the exception of Diana and Anne).

They don't have to stand up. So I didn't stand sweet to your words, but I didn't look at your face carelessly.

... but I caught one of my eyes. You can call yourself sturdy, wearing luxurious clothing with a medal on it.

When he noticed my gaze, he smiled and sat down next to me. As I sat around and started talking, I talked to the man sitting next to me.

"It's a good place to sit down. Aren't you a better person?"

"What? Don't you like it?

"No disillusionment."

"Ha ha ha, well, don't hate it."

The Marquis of Menzel sat next to me. Even if we can't leave the bride's parents in a boulder, we're not meant to let them sit here in their own right or in their own right.

I remember sitting next to the manager at a drinking party in the previous world. Because it happened to be empty, but I used a lot of care because I suddenly sat down with dryness.

"No, I don't really hate it....."

"Whatever the connection between the groom and the bride and the Marquis, they are“ friends of the father ”to the groom and“ uncles of relatives ”to the bride."

That's what the Marquis said and laughed. "No, isn't that usually one of the VIPs?" I put that in my heart. I don't have the courage to clatter with my voice and gesture in a boulder.

"I don't like how hard I am. It's cheaper next to you. You do, don't you?

Apparently, in the Marquis, I'm sitting here because I wanted to avoid trouble. It's not like that. Is it a boulder or something?

"That's right. If she had been a strange lady next door, she would have been more nervous."

When I said so, the Marquis rounded his eyes for a moment.

"Ha ha ha! Yes, yes, yes, yes."

And I was in a good mood to laugh.