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Volume 1 Chapter 121 Isabel¡¯s interview, Malone¡¯s life experience

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    Chapter 121 Isabel¡¯s interview, Malone¡¯s life experience

    Mr. Malone got up early today and arranged his appearance solemnly. He put a thick layer of hair wax on his hair, which made it shiny, and his sideburns and beard were neatly combed.  The grocery store owner also dug out the suit of clothes from the box that was only worn during festivals. Although it was already out of date, it was the most expensive set of clothes he owned. It was from his father.  What remains.  Although this handmade dress is old, it is still in good condition under the careful care of the owner. It is brightly colored, well-tailored, and decorated with simple jewelry. Wearing it, even if you are standing with those high-class people,  It won't look out of place either.

    You know, for those businessmen who are working hard to climb up, if they cannot integrate themselves into the kingdom's aristocratic class as much as possible, then no matter how good they are at management and calculation, they will not be called a successful businessman.  .  If you don't wear a well-fitting dress, in the eyes of many people, you are just a low-class commoner. It is not certain whether they will pay attention to you, let alone discuss any business with you.  It cannot be concluded that nobles are a group of snobs who only judge people based on their appearance, because it is undeniable that most of the time, a person's dress is undoubtedly the simplest and good yardstick to measure his background and strength.

    Although it is inevitable that some unconventional guys are keen on dressing up as civilians, deliberately luring others to take the lead in attacking, and then expose their identity to double their revenge, playing a farce-like trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, but after all, that is only a very rare situation.  Unless your ability is enough to support you to completely ignore all the rules in the world, otherwise, deliberately adopting inappropriate dressing or behavior in formal occasions will not reflect your fearlessness and elegance of power, but can only reflect your inner heart.  He has low self-esteem and is eccentric and lonely that is not liked by others.  Even if you pull out your cards on the spot and suppress the situation, it is inevitable that other people will distance themselves from you afterwards.  After all, etiquette is called etiquette because it is the common understanding of the entire society.

    Nobles, businessmen, commoners, serfs, different classes, and countless lives formed a complex society.  From top to bottom, the entangled interpersonal relationships are like an invisible giant network, wrapping all intelligent creatures in it, but not just humans.  Even the rare and mysterious magicians who seem to have no connection with society cannot survive completely apart from society.  Because many nobles need a capable magician to fight against the magical prying and assassination of his opponents and enemies, in order to protect themselves and their territory.  Any noble or even wealthy businessman who has that condition will do their best to recruit all the civilian magicians and even magic apprentices they can possibly recruit.

    Maybe for some barons, it is still difficult to pay the employment fees and research fees of magicians.  After all, magicians are different from ordinary people, and their rarity highlights their value.  Even the most junior magic apprentices need to spend a lot of resources on arcane research.  The cost of sponsoring a magic apprentice is enough to confer more than half a dozen family knights, or to form a private guard of dozens or hundreds of people.  In many cases, a magic apprentice who has not had time to grow up is often not as effective as the latter two.  Therefore, these cash-strapped barons could only resort to the next best thing and hire alchemists or potion masters as substitutes.  But if families above the viscount level do not recruit at least one or two magicians as consultants, it is really difficult to imagine that these families can last for two generations amidst the intrigues and turmoil of the nobles.

    "Dad (in the Kingdom of Dravel, most lower-class civilians call their parents dad and mom. Only nobles and other people who pay attention to etiquette use the more formal terms father and mother in life), do you really want to go?  Are you talking to the adults about the territory?" The young guard captain Eter looked at his father in front of him with a frown, feeling uneasy in his heart, and made a last effort to say, "Are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

    Earlier, Aite had already asked Isabel for permission. Although the girl was somewhat surprised, she did not refuse, but generously agreed to Malon's request.  Maybe to Isabel, a grocer is not important, but when the grocer is also the father of her loyal guard captain, it is completely another matter.  She doesn't need to be reminded by others, the girl knows exactly how to maintain the loyalty of her subordinates.

    "Okay, don't worry about it here." Malon smiled bitterly and waved his right hand, his left arm tightened the wooden box he brought from home under his arm, and he helplessly scolded his son, "Why don't you go help me quickly?  Make an announcement."

    "Okay, I get it." Eter sighed, turned around and entered the yard behind him.

    This courtyard originally belonged to the former knight of the Grabo family. Since he was killed by Baron Wamborn, this courtyard has somehow become a village.long private property.  Last night, Isabel and her party stayed here temporarily.  The most comfortable master room was naturally given to Isabel, the lord, by the village chief, and Arati was invited to the guest room.  As for the escort team, since some of the young men who were born in Fasta Village took leave and returned home, the others stayed together in twos and barely managed to settle down.

    Malon looked at the strange guards from other villages all the way up the yard and politely stood at attention to salute his youngest son. While feeling happy, he also secretly became a little firmer about his plan to come this time.  .

    "Come, my lord, I will meet you in the reception room." Ete, who went in to report, came out quickly.

    Malon hummed softly and followed his son towards the reception room.  He has been to the village chief's house several times, but he has never been so nervous as now.  The huge pressure brought by his status as a noble and a commoner made this old man who was over fifty years old began to feel a little nervous.

    "My lord, I brought him here." Aite knocked on the wooden door lightly and said respectfully.

    "Come in, Etter." An elegant, slightly hoarse young female voice came from the room, "The door is open."

    Malon took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and stepped into the door.

    The golden sunlight filtering in from the windows on both sides gently shines on the purple-haired girl standing quietly in front of the couch with her hands folded, like an exquisite oil painting that people cannot bear to desecrate.  Although the girl was simply wearing a long linen skirt, Malone immediately knew that this was the Miss Wamborn who had become famous in recent times.  The old man couldn't help but be dazzled by the girl's beauty. While secretly sighing that he was no longer young, he also understood why his silly son was so obsessed with the noble mistress in front of him.

    "Forgive me for being rude, you two. The clothes you wore yesterday were slightly stained with blood. Fortunately, the village chief's wife generously lent me her dress." Isabel explained with a smile as she explained her dress, "You must be Mr. Malone.  Yes, Etter¡¯s father?¡±

    "Good day, sir." Malon bowed deeply and saluted meticulously, "Maron Tiberius salutes you."

    "Mr. Tiberius? Haha, I have never heard Etter mention his last name." Isabel raised her eyebrows, glanced at the confused guard captain, then smiled softly and said softly  , "Anyway, please sit down and talk. Etter, go ask the maid to bring some drinks."

    "Yes, my lord." Knowing that his lord wanted to talk to his father alone, Ete still obeyed and left despite some doubts in his mind.

    Isabel leaned lazily on the armrest, leaned sideways on the couch with an elegant posture, and quietly looked at the old man in front of her.  At this moment, he was sitting upright on the chair, his eyebrows lowered, as if he was waiting for the girl's instructions.  It's a bit interesting The girl chuckled, hoping that the person in front of her could really bring some surprises to her.

    "Then, Mr. Tiberius, please first introduce yourself briefly." Isabel said softly, "Tiberius doesn't seem to be a surname from a Delaware man."

    "Please call me Malon, my lord. As you said, my lord, I am not a native of Dravel. Of course, I have settled here for almost thirty years. In fact, like other Dravel people, I  There's not much difference." Malone straightened his body and said calmly, "I was born in a small country in the far east. My father, Brando Tiberius, is a well-known good man, and he also suffered from this.  He was once elected to serve as a member of the House of Commons. Oh, the members there are somewhat similar to lords who cannot be hereditary, but their terms are shorter, only a few years."

    "Well, I heard my father mention it. He has traveled to many countries in the Far East." Isabel looked at Malone again and nodded, "I see. No wonder your conversation is extraordinary. Please continue."

    "The Baron is really an outstanding traveler. I traveled all the way here, and no one knows better than me what dangers this long journey contains." Malon admired sincerely before turning back to the original topic.  , "As I just said, my father has always hoped to strive for greater benefits for ordinary citizens by taking a further step in his official career. But I was too young at the time and could not understand the existence of the real privileged class. I was just obsessed with  Because of the huge profits brought by the voyage business, I naively thought that money could mean everything. Finally, an opportunity that was supposed to be an opportunity for family revitalization ended up causing a huge tragedy because of my mistakes."

    "Oh? I'd like to hear the details." Isabel was also interested in Malone's story.

    ¡°At that time, by an extremely accidental opportunity, I discovered a good business that could make huge profits.So he immediately started to implement it.  But I didn't expect," Malon's face was calm, his eyes met Isabel's gaze, and his tone was indifferent, "The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of harboring the treasure.  Driven by the huge interests, those elders who usually don't show off their talents actually came together to put pressure on my father, implying that I would give up my interests.  At that time, I flatly refused because I believed in the so-called equality propagated in society.  My father was soon framed by them for dereliction of duty and was imprisoned and faced hanging. The family was torn apart. However, with the help of a business partner, I narrowly escaped by hiding in a foreign caravan.  Heartbroken and aimless, I just followed the caravan, using the few belongings I carried with me to do small businesses to survive. It took many years for me to recover.  Later, I began to feel a little tired, and after meeting my beloved wife, I finally decided to settle down here.  "

    "What a regrettable experience, I'm sorry to hear all this." Isabel lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

    "No, it's nothing, sir. It's just old things. You don't need to take it to heart." Malone replied with a smile.

    "Then, please tell me, Malone," Isabel raised her eyes slightly, stared at the calm old man in front of her, and suddenly smiled, "What exactly do you want to tell me through this story?"

    "Sir, as a father, I am extremely grateful for your trust and cultivation of Aite. I am already old, but Aite is still young." Malon smiled faintly and said surprisingly, "I heard that you are worried about the territory.  In the future development, I am willing to donate that business for free. I do not ask for your reward, I just hope that you can take this little thought from me and keep him safe for the rest of his life after I return to Wojin's arms."
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