Seeing that his face turned extremely ugly in an instant, Wayne knew that he was probably thinking of something bad.
"Everyone has come from afar, and I welcome you all as the most distinguished guests..." Simpson really started to speak rudely.
"But, are these people here specifically to humiliate me?" Wayne tapped the table with his knuckles and declared: "This is just a pure question, and you are not the only one being investigated, and the information collected is also limited. It is only used for academic research and has no other meanings." However, even though Wayne explained his purpose, Viscount Simpson still seemed to be very resistant to it.
He subconsciously argued: "Although my family has not told me this, I think there must have been nobles." Mobile version: s://
"Where's the evidence?" Wayne asked calmly.
"Because, my family has an ancestral sword, which has been identified as a popular style among the nobles in the early days of the founding of Lornes." This reason is really not very credible.
Because, just from the documents that Wayne and Tasia looked up in the palace library, it is very clear that when many people choose to make up a less ugly origin for themselves, the method they choose is to secretly acquire those ancestral information. A token of nobility.
On the one hand, some nobles whose families are in decline will sell some of their private treasures to support their families; on the other hand, many adventurers who hunt for treasures can occasionally harvest these things.
Although the origins of common people and nobles are completely different and extremely difficult to conceal, it is relatively not that difficult to invent a noble ancestor for yourself.
For them, such decency is enough. Better than nothing. But seeing how he insisted that this was the truth and refused to accept other explanations, Wayne couldn't help but press his head to make him admit it.
Because Viscount Simpson was unwilling to cooperate, the visit quickly reached a deadlock, and the three returned without success.
After sending Wayne and the others out of the door, Simpson closed the door tightly as if avoiding the plague, shutting the three of them out.
Outside the Viscount's residence, the three of them looked at each other.
"This is... too exaggerated." Chris complained. Tasia sighed, silently picked up the pen, and drew a small mark on the list.
After packing up, they went to the next house. This one is pretty much the same as the last one. However, because the person under investigation was only a lord who was not even as good as a baron, the person concerned behaved very reservedly in front of Wayne and the others.
The few people had just sat down, but before they could even talk for a few words, the Lord became frightened, broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't even speak clearly.
Looking at their trembling posture, it seems that they are bullying others. Wayne felt a little helpless.
As a result, the second company did not gain much, and only learned some extremely superficial information. By the time they came out, it was getting late.
The setting sun spreads a layer of orange-red gauze on the streets, making people even more eager to go home at sunset.
"Well" Chris stretched out.
"Let's go get something to eat." Mingming had been serving as the background just now, and his position was to sit aside and not talk.
However, Chris now looks much more tired than Wayne and Tasia.
"What to eat?" Wayne stretched out his hand to support her waist, as if he was hugging her.
"Emmm... just find a small vendor along the street and ask which restaurant is the busiest here!" She took Wayne's arm and rested her entire body weight on him.
When it comes to food, Chris is absolutely not willing to treat herself badly. After some inquiries, the three finally sat down in a restaurant that was not luxuriously decorated, but was obviously very popular.
However, before the food was served, they heard a few rough voices from the next table.
"Hahaha! It makes me laugh to death. Do you know that Horace has been deprived of his noble status?" His tone was very proud.
It was like he had some irresolvable hatred with the person he called Horace.
"I just found out too." Another person also laughed and mocked,
"Sure enough, civilians are civilians. Even if they catch up with a big shot and rise to great heights, they will eventually fall back to their original state." As these words fell, a burst of hearty laughter suddenly broke out across the table.
Several tall men were changing glasses as if no one was watching. Judging from their attire, even if they are not nobles, they must be knights trained by nobles.
After hearing the man's loud words, Tasia's hands that were placing the dishes for Wayne and the others couldn't help but pause.
Wayne was keenly aware of Tasia's psychological fluctuations.
"... Tasia, don't worry about what those people are saying." He frowned.
"Your life is not defined by them." Chris also reacted and comforted: "Yes, yes, those people are just noisy finches, but Tasia is a swan with spread wings! How could a swan know the swan's ambition? "The corner of Wayne's mouth twitched.
Should I answer the question?
"As long as you are rich and honorable, don't forget each other"? Hearing this, Tasia couldn't help but look very moved.
"I'm obviously just a lowly civilian, but you two treat me so well..." She looked at Chris and Wayne with eyes wide open.
Hello! Tasia, don’t be deceived by Chrissy’s sweet words! Oh, it turns out I am also an accomplice.
That's okay.
"Tasia, I told you right? You can't choose your origin." Chris shook her head slightly and said,
"A truly outstanding person should be outstanding in personality, not in terms of money and power." People who are rich and powerful should speak these words more confidently.
But Wayne still nodded in agreement. Under the guidance of the two people, Tasia's expression became determined: "Yes! I will try my best." After a while, local specialties that were basically the same as the popular dishes in the royal capital were presented to the table. The three of them had a delicious meal.
When they quietly checked out and left, the table was still talking drunkenly. After eating, it was almost completely dark when a few people came out.
"Do you want to go?" Wayne touched his belly.
"What?" Chris asked confused.
"Go and meet the common people who were deprived of their noble status as those people just mentioned." Wayne said. Tasia was startled.
"However, we don't know who he is or where he lives..."
"Isn't this simple?" Wayne smiled. I saw him standing on the street, first looking to the left and right, and then taking out a coin with a face value of 1 pound from his pocket.
Then, he held it up and waved to a passerby. (Search on Baidu on mobile phone for [My Sister is the Villainous Daughter + New Book] Click to read on mobile phone to turn pages, eye protection. Power saving. Data saving function)
