Chapter 988: Chapter 722: “Get Auntie a Cup of…
Spurring the horse and brandishing the whip.
After leaving the manor, many nobles mounted their horses, eagerly charging toward the nearby mountains and forests.
The surrounding woods were within the territory of Baron Greenburg, where dangerous large animals had long been cleared, leaving behind only harmless small and dium-sized creatures.
Or they were intentionally bred as ga, for leisure at tis.
Although Joseph’s movents were clumsy, he excitedly joined the hunting party.
“Ro…ger.”
Biska glanced at Roger, “Where’s your horse?”
Roger didn’t even look up, “I’m not feeling well, so I won’t be joining.”
He raised his collar, covering half his cheek, and spoke slowly.
“The autumn scenery of Greenburg is delightful; it’s a pity not to experience it firsthand.”
Biska frowned slightly; in truth, no one was particularly concerned about the hunting prize as it was rely a private gathering.
Finding so fun, establishing Greenburg’s new position within this small circle, if they approve of it, once the evening banquet is over, there are many vacant rooms in the manor.
Anyway, this excursion would last a few days, enough for many things to happen.
Roger was positioned neither too close nor too far from Deross; he had already made up his mind to find this one-ard soldier alone at night for a proper talk.
So at this mont, he was naturally uninterested, and had no desire to converse with others.
Although Biska was sowhat displeased with Roger’s actions—after all, she initiated this outing, and Roger’s behavior made her, as the host, sowhat uncomfortable.
However, due to the presence of others, she could only turn away, pretending not to notice.
Although a bit distant, it wasn’t long before Roger heard whispered conversations coming from Biska’s direction.
No more than so chattering and mocking about him, Biska and a few around her spoke in very low volus, and being outdoors, soft calls from within the woods could still be heard faintly.
Under such circumstances, ordinary people would find it nearly impossible to hear their conversations.
During this ti, people occasionally rode back with a few small ga, causing cheers among the surrounding won.
So recorded the catch, while others directly handed it to the cooks to be skinned and prepared for cooking.
Robust knights, beautiful scenery, and enthusiastic won, the sound of playful banter and praise filled the air, interspersed with so of the currently popular gas among the nobles.
Roger noticed that several outstanding male nobles had already received multiple admiring glances.
Presumably, their days spent leisurely at the manor wouldn’t be lonely; even Joseph managed to skillfully catch a few rabbits.
This fellow might look awkward, but it seed his archery skills had been systematically trained, and Roger imdiately thought of the robust coachman.
“Roger sir…”
Just then, a soft voice suddenly ca to his ears, “First ti eting, I’m Vera, mind if I sit beside you?”
Roger slightly turned his side, as a woman with long golden hair, fair skin, and neatly dressed in hunting attire softly spoke.
Though it was an excursion, many won in the crowd had clearly dressed ticulously to maintain their beauty.
They couldn’t wear formal gowns for the banquet, but almost everyone chose slightly shorter popular long skirts.
However, the one in front of him seed slightly unusual, with her tightly fitted hunting attire decorated carefully, perfectly accentuating her body’s curves.
A large area of creamy white skin was exposed at the junction of the neck and chest.
“Is the food here unpalatable?”
Vera seated herself opposite Roger, leaning forward with her hand under her chin, and under the hunting attire, her arm side pushed out a pronounced curve.
“I noticed you’ve eaten nothing since arriving at the manor.”
“Such beautiful autumn scenery, doesn’t it deserve a toast?”
She slightly curled the corners of her mouth, showing a smile of great interest toward Roger, then handed a glass to him.
“It’s not gentlemanly to refuse a lady.”
Roger raised his head but didn’t look at Vera sitting in front of him, instead, he looked past her silhouette toward the busy Biska in the distance.
Though distant, they were conversing softly, yet neither Biska nor Vera would have imagined that Roger had caught their earlier conversation word for word.
Such small noble tricks seed utterly boring to Roger now; as for what might be mixed in the cup, he didn’t even want to think about it.
It was just an attempt to make him embarrassed publicly.
Coupled with Vera’s seemingly subtle allure, if exaggerated a bit, it might lead to him displaying so intoxicated folly, compounded by a beautiful woman’s pitiful and innocent gaze.
Tsk tsk, that might stir public outrage.
Roger had already noticed, as Vera sat before him, many eyes were openly or subtly drawn to them.
Evidently, she was quite the vibrant social butterfly.
But Roger said nothing; instead, he picked up the glass before him and drained it clean.
“Wow~ you seem to have quite a tolerance, I heard there’s a beautiful lake near Anglu family’s manor, I wish I could visit it soday.”
Vera gazed at Roger with sparkling eyes, casually talking about so of her travel experiences, seemingly waiting for sothing.
Reviews
All reviews (0)