He stayed standing in the reception room, and the other man apparently was the head of the garrison. As he escorted us out of the guardhouse with his salute, we walked down the street about behind Trian and Morrison.
Then there was a long, luxurious carriage parked there that I wanted to call a carriage limousine with three horses connected to it. What smoked glass carriage windows. I've never seen smoked glass in this world.
Incidentally, it seems that the definition of limousine in the previous life is that there is a partition between the driver's seat and the guestroom, so it is slightly easier to use it in the form of a limousine even in the carriage of Garrett with the partition. Anyway, there is a long, luxurious carriage lying in front of us.
The royal man who was waiting in front of the limousine carriage opened the door of the carriage when he saw the trian and bowed in admiration. As Trian nodded lightly into the carriage, Morrison stood by the door and looked at us. I guess it means go in first.
We got into the carriage in a row, slightly snuggling into the exterior of a luxurious carriage we had never ridden before. Then I'll take a look around the room.
The first thing I noticed was the inner brightness. Even though the inside is closed, it is very bright in a carriage that is lit with several magic lamps.
The glass that was stuck in the window was smoked glass when I looked out, but when I looked at it from here, it looked like very ordinary glass. I wonder if this is also a magical instrument.
The seats were L-shaped, and tables and furnishings were placed in the free space. It looks like a room in a luxury hotel.
Trian sat at the back of the seat. I wonder if there is a butler beside him, or a gray-haired old man in a dark blue costume called a samurai.
When I turned my face towards you, Trian seemed to have invited me, but I decided to get through with a child who was not interested in luxury carriages. I don't want to be sexually harassed anymore.
When Morrison finally got in and we lowered our hips to the seat that was moderately distanced from the Trian, the carriage began to move slowly. I think the vibration is quite low compared to the carriage I have been riding. That's the lord's carriage.
Now, I would like to enjoy the view of the Territorial Capital from the carriage window, but somehow the lord is busy. I don't know if I'll see you next time, so I thought I should thank the Silver Eagle's talisman in time. I don't think he's a disgusting lord, but there's no sin in the talisman, and he's been rescued many times.
"Um, Count Waltrail....."
"Trian is fine."
Woll--
"Trian"
"Dear Trian...."
"Fufu. What is it, Marc?
Trian smiles at it with a nice face.
"Well, I've been helped many times by the talisman you gave me. Thank you very much."
I see. I wish I could have helped you-- over and over?
Huh? Yes.
I wonder if Trian said something so strange, stifling his smiling face back.
I used it for the first time when I lent it to Delica to prevent Tentacles from attacking me. They returned it and immediately filled it with magic to prevent the ink attack of the Tentacles. Evil Fungers also protected me from spore attacks, and I think I've been hunting in the woods with Esther since. The other day, he protected me from Lemon's surprise.
"Hmm... Alex, what was the silver eagle's talisman like?
Trian called out to the butler with one eyebrow raised. A butler stood in a carriage and opened his mouth.
"It's a magic tool to protect yourself. Use the magic contained in the talisman to prevent minor attacks on the owner. Depending on your might, you could destroy yourself by using it twice...."
That's right.
"What? But I could use it if I filled it with magic...."
"Fill it with magic...? Alex, how's it going?
"Originally, the Silver Eagle's talisman was dedicated to magic for about a month. Sometimes it breaks once, so it doesn't purposely fill it with magic, and I've never heard of it being used many times."
Trian nodded deeply when Deacon Alex answered while looking at Giroli and me.
I see.... fufu, Mark. You're really interesting, aren't you?
The eyes of the blonde handsome lord glanced at me. I really want you to give that eye a break.
But fortunately, I haven't heard anything more, so I think about the silver eagle's talisman as I spend the time laughing with love.
I can only be surprised that the protective talisman that I have been protecting from injuries many times before was not disposable. Even though it's beautifully crafted with silver, the aristocrats are rich.
When I thought about it, it was strange to give a civilian child a cheat item that would prevent any attack by applying magic. How much (...) attention (...) to (...) the (...) boy. "
Nicolas sends a message highlighting her favorites.
If you ask me, yes. But then, why do you use it so many times?
Maybe oniichan's magic has changed her nature. Cesilia grass, right?
"... I guess so. Well, that's all I can think of..."
When I removed the Silver Eagle talisman from my neck, I pretended to be in my pocket and put it in the item box.
Silver Eagle's Talisman +1
Oops, the name has changed beautifully. I usually wear it so I didn't notice it at all. If you believe in appraisals, it seems better to think they have a one-rank effect than regular talismans.
--However, when I was forced to use a disposable product, I became a little worried. At this time, what hit my head was the disposable pants that I took on previous employee trips, which I could wash and use several times.
It is disposable so naturally I can throw it away even if I wear it once. However, I liked the feel of the pants and thought it would be a waste to throw them away. Rather than washing them a few times, I used them dozens of times.
Then suddenly I had a sad memory of my buttocks being fluffy and airy until I stopped at the convenience store.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the talisman may break. It is dangerous to rely too much on a protective talisman. It may have been lucky to know that here today.
Even after the conversation broke down, while pretending unaware of Nico and the Trian staring at me, I decided to retighten my feelings that I might have been loose by relying on the talisman.
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After talking to me, Trian asked me all sorts of things, and I spent time answering them, mainly so Celine wouldn't take it personally. Maybe Trian didn't ask in depth because he behaved like an adventurer who was respecting him. Personal information about the adventurer is important.
I wonder if Estelle thought that she shouldn't have spoken in private while looking at the outside of the window with interest. She didn't say a word with her mouth shut.
Because Nicolas was learning from my experience that this lord shouldn't like him, he didn't smile as much as usual, and he held Celine still in the familiar wind.
In these circumstances, the carriage slowly stopped.
"We've arrived. Come on down."
When I saw the door in Trian's voice, a man who had come off the carriage sometime opened the door and lowered his head. When I got off the carriage after Celine, there was a view that I had never seen before.
The area is surrounded by well-maintained gardens, with red, white, yellow, and lots of flowers blooming despite the winter. There appear to be many large and small stone statues with eagle motifs. The lord's family remembered the story of worshipping the eagle as a patron god.
And in the back is a huge stone structure. Is that the castle? Speaking of castles, I had the impression that there were many pointy roofs and towers standing, but apparently this is not the case here. Boneless and intimidating enough to match the gorgeous garden.
When I looked up at the castle with my mouth open like an idiot, I suddenly heard the voice of a tall child.
"Father! You're home today!
A girl with beautiful blonde hair twin tails as old as me ran through the garden aisle with a maid behind her.
Hi, Liane.
"Welcome back, Father!... who are these people?
The girl asks Trian with her neck tilted. Speaking of which, you said you had a daughter about the same age. I wonder if this child is the daughter.
"These are the adventurers who are staying with us for a while from today. You're my guest. Don't be rude."
"I know! Ladies and gentlemen, I, Trian Waltrail, have asked for my daughter, Liane Waltrail."
Liane turned to us and solidified on the way to greet us politely with a little bit of a dress hem. And...
"Kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
As he ran straight towards us, he passed by me and grabbed Nicolas's hand behind him. I wonder if she is excited and breathing roughly.
"Hahaha! What's your name? Will you be my friend!?
Liane shook her hand to her chest and turned her melted face towards Nicolas.
Help me! Oniichan!
I heard a sad story from Nicolas, who seems to have sensed a lot.