After school, the First Prince invited Wayne to ride in a carriage with him.
There was another classmate in the car, Gavin Warren, who could be said to be inseparable good friends with the First Prince.
"Just call me Gavin. Our families are close friends, and there's no need for Mr. Wayne to be so outspoken."
"Yes, you can also just call me Richard, that's what my friends call me."
Wayne changed his words calmly, but his inner vigilance had reached its highest level.
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.
Even if there was friendship between the families, he would not invite him to his home as a guest when he was not familiar with him at all.
Generally, only relatively close friends can enjoy this kind of treatment, and Wayne obviously does not belong to this category.
But on the surface, it was completely invisible that they had just met today. Everyone's conversation was very natural and casual.
The topics in the carriage ranged from the failure of class teacher Tommy's seventh love affair to the dean's desire to develop a new hair transplant magic.
Wayne listened with great interest and felt that his horizons had broadened a lot.
The first prince Richard glanced at Gavin and mentioned the topic to Wayne in a very obvious way.
"Actually, the reason why I specially invite you this time is because of a merciless invitation."
"Can I refuse?"
"better not."
Answer in seconds.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Richard sorted out his thoughts, and then continued what he just said: "Actually, I have always admired Duke Elliot Winche, and I am especially interested in the extremely outstanding retinue of magicians inherited from the Winche family. Therefore, I also formed a retinue of knights. They are all talents selected from the children of the nobles. I invited you rashly this time. I originally hoped that you, who is from the Wenche family, could point out their shortcomings. "
"I'm thinking that when they are almost done practicing, I will take them to meet the Duke and ask for his personal guidance."
Richard looked at Wayne with expectant eyes: "But I want them to appear in their fullest and most perfect state by then. I leave it to you, classmate Wayne."
...Your Highness, don’t you consider raising a private soldier? Will he not be jealous of the king?
Oh, it seems that my family has raised them too, so that’s okay.
Wayne rubbed the expensive armrests in the carriage that were made with a lot of money, "However, I am still young and I don't know anything about retinue knights. I'm afraid I can't help you."
It can’t be said that I don’t understand it at all, it can be said that I have never been exposed to it at all.
Although the biological father of this body was a retinue knight of a rural nobleman, he died very young and he did not inherit his own memories. I don’t know what the image of the retinue knight was in his mind.
"It doesn't matter." Richard was not discouraged by his excuse. “Even the smallest suggestion helps me a lot.”
Now that he was on the pirate ship, Wayne couldn't jump out of the car midway, so he decided to go take a look.
Recently, he often goes to Chris's study to borrow books. In some books that describe the local customs and customs, the existence of the knight knights is also occasionally mentioned.
From his understanding, knights are probably a more economical and helpless choice after magicians. Most people who do not have magician talents and are from a wealthy family will be trained in the direction of knights.
They will have stronger bodies than ordinary people, and may be able to use some magic-enhanced weapons, but that's about it.
After a slight tremor, the carriage arrived at the prince's residence. The attendant opened the door of the carriage and bowed down on the ground.
The prince stepped on the attendant's back first, got out of the carriage gracefully, and held the door.
Gavin motioned for Wayne, the guest, to get out of the car first. On the other side, Richard held the car door and acted like a polite corporal.
But Wayne just glanced at it and jumped off the side of the carriage, firmly stepping on the flat ground further away.
"..." The perfect smile on the prince's face paused.
"Well, she looks very like Miss Chris." Gavin followed and stepped out of the car, stepping on the attendant.
Wayne turned sideways and asked softly, "Are you mocking my sister and me?"
"No, it doesn't mean that at all."
"I will file a complaint?"
"Please don't do that!"
The three of them walked into the courtyard in a playful manner.
It is said to be a mansion, but in fact it is no different from a private manor, covering a very considerable area.
"Richard, to be honest, I feel envious that you can monopolize such a large territory." Gavin said.
"How about asking your father to buy one for you? If you just want privacy, there is a lot of cheap land in the suburbs."
"My old man won't let me escape his control." Gavin shook his money bag, "Look, I'm penniless."
"Alas." The prince sighed. "Actually, I'm not rich either. The cost of supporting this manor has exhausted all my private money. At present, I'm just breaking even."
Gavin turned his attention to Wayne who was admiring the scenery in the courtyard.
He grabbed Wayne's neck and asked in a low voice: "Good brother, how much pocket money do you have every month? Can you give me a reference?"
Wayne said in surprise: "Is there such a thing as pocket money? I always go to Sister Chris if I want anything..."
Gavin showed sympathy: "It seems that you are worse off than me."
"Come this way."
Richard led them into the side courtyard, which was a large martial arts arena.
"Pa, pa." He clapped his palms twice, and a team of very well-groomed knights appeared in the center of the martial arts field.
They are all young faces of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing uniform red and white uniforms, which are somewhat similar to the military uniforms of the Kingdom, but the materials used are obviously of a better grade.
As the order sounded, the knights waved their shining swords several times in order.
"How about it?"
Richard asked with uncontrollable excitement.
"...Looks good, very aura."
Wayne noticed that the young man with a more mature face looked familiar. After a closer look, he remembered that he had met him once at a banquet and had some unpleasant experiences with him.
Seeing Wayne's gaze lingering, the prince took the initiative to introduce: "This is Ida Campbell, the son of Earl Campbell, who is currently serving as the deputy leader of the knights I formed."
Wayne found that when these nobles introduced each other, they would habitually point out their family background first, and then mention their identities later.
It's as if the title is not inherited from the family, so there is no face to stand up and speak out.
"How many deputy captains are there in total?"
Wayne wondered about the source of Campbell's hostility toward him.
"Two, the other is Gavin Warren, and I am the leader."
Gavin immediately made a proud expression after being named.
