Chapter 201: 201 200. Horseback riding stories and my brother's wounds

In the afternoon tea time, Wolfe had been visiting the main building of the Scalfalot family for the first time in a long time.

Behind the mansion, after running errands in his brother's study, he speaks to his squire Jonas, who was on his side.

"Dr. Jonas, it's from Dalya, but I was wondering if you could give me one of the scales (urchin) of the teacher to Osvaldo of the Zora Chamber of Commerce. Before this, when making Marcella's wife's bracelet, she used the scales of the Flaming Dragon as an aid to the grant."

"Please do not hesitate to tell us about scales (urchins) raised"

Jonas has responded instantly.

It's what I expected, but he doesn't have any thoughts about his scales (candles).

"Osvaldo won't have anything to touch around, but tell him 'no additions'. I don't want you to peel it off again and again."

"Okay."

Convinced and nod to his brother's words, who cared about Jonas.

I certainly don't want to let it rip off that arm with an extra addition.

"Dear Mr. Gouid, it's no big deal. Whenever you need it, I'll prepare it."

"Do you want a handkerchief wrapped around your arm, Jonas?

Jonas does not reply for some reason, narrowing his rusty eyes and looking back at Gouid.

To a slightly bewildered atmosphere, Wolfe decided to change the subject.

"Brother, I'd like to borrow a horse and ask for a teacher to teach me how to ride."

"If it's Marcella, I think it's time to start riding?

No, it's Dahlia.

Gouid put his finger back against his jaw (chin) and lay his eyes down for a little while.

"Wolf, to Lord Rossetti, do you really need horseback riding?

"I wish I could ride, but what do you care?

"When Lord Rossetti can travel by horse, won't he have less time to travel with you? I think we can talk more calmly in the carriage."

"I didn't think that far. I was hoping I could take a long ride to the woods..."

It was a blind spot.

If Dahlia could ride the horse freely, she might want to travel alone around Wang Dhouchi. Should I tell Marcella to think about safety and refrain from doing so?

Jonas called out to himself, who was about to get lost.

"Dear Wolfe, I was wondering if you could remember to ride. If you go one or two of the lodging streets with a horse, you'll see less faces. Wouldn't it be easier to go out with patience?

"I see, did you have that hand? But wouldn't that reduce the conversation on the move?

"For that matter, you should take your time there. And then, if you want to go for a long ride early, I suggest you ride with an eight-legged horse (Slapenil)"

"Synergies......"

"An eight-legged horse (Slapenil) won't bat at some distance, because it can get away with it when you have to. Some horses are different, so you need to get used to Wolfe."

You may also want to ride an eight-legged horse (Slapenil).

We can talk about going back and forth, and even if we run into demons, we're going to get away with it.

When I first met Darya, it was the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) that was pulling the carriage. It won't even mean she's scared.

"Still, you just want to put on an escort when you go out. And a lot of preparation... women are more delicate than men, so unforeseen things are tough."

"What is an unforeseen situation?

"It would also be possible to fall or spill drinks. It may make you feel worse. Isn't that obvious enough to prepare emergency supplies and dressing?

"Master Gouid has prepared all the dressing sets for Lord Rossetti in Mr. Wolfe's mansion…"

"My brother?

"If you spilled tea on your clothes, you'd need it, wouldn't you?

Reflect on your brother, who says so naturally, what the nobleman has to think about when he invites a woman to the mansion.

"You're about to have Lord Rossetti's room ready in your mansion, too. To get dressed, to get a breath in, I want to make one of my favorite rooms as much as possible."

"Is that what it is..."

Wolfe didn't even think about it.

Even Althea, the Duchess, who taught me a lot about nobility, has never heard of these things.

Perhaps a basic thing that noble men should not know?

Jonas stood directly next to his brother as he began to reflect seriously on his lack of knowledge.

"Dear Gouid, my well-known aristocratic man had told his opponent, 'When you get this far, it hits rather'... don't you remember?

My brother coughed twice.

Apparently, there are people who think of it. Someone decides not to ask.

I relieved myself just a little with it.

"... Still, if you're going for a long ride, you should wear an escort. Even if you go with an eight-legged horse (Slapenil), you want to wear two nightdogs. For example, if Lord Rossetti can't move with his legs screwed up, it would be difficult for Wolfe to fight with that in his head, wouldn't it?

"That's true."

"What, I hope you don't hesitate to spend it as the one who's not there, because I'll borrow the good cover and leave you speechless. Well, dogs don't talk in vain."

Even though I am a guard, I also find it unsettling that I am being seen by others.

It seems best to pick a safe area and wear two nightdogs with an eight-legged horse (Slapenil).

"Dear Goood, Wolfe, to learn to ride horses now, I was wondering if going out would be spring if it were a long ride. There are individual differences, but I wonder if forests would be difficult for noble women if they weren't for at least two or three months after a lesson on Monday or twice a week."

"That's something that takes an unexpected amount of time..."

"Is it that time consuming..."

"Do not join yourself on horseback from the moment you feel comfortable with yourself and the woman you will try to remember after adulthood"

He was polite, but clearly said, and his brother nodded about it.

Sure, I've been used to horses since I was a young girl.

I have no idea how hard it is to learn to ride a horse after adulthood.

I recommended it to Darya lightly, but I'm getting a little worried.

"But your words now are still your brothers. It looked just like that."

"Oh, that's what Darya told me too. He said I looked like my brother."

"Does Wolfe look like me?

A blue-eyed brother watches to make sure Jonas and his own face.

Wolff further explained, without seeming puzzled.

"Dahlia told me that she had a similar laugh, like how she felt frowning when she was in trouble"

"If you ask me, you are. And then, when it comes to laughter, it feels similar to the eye area. It makes you laugh a little bit more."

"Well, me and Wolfe, are they alike..."

After telling him to twinkle, Gouid broke his face.

"Wolfe, teach Lord Rossetti how to ride a horse. Because you can use the horse in the mansion or the eight-legged horse in the house (Slapenil)"

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"I never taught people to ride horses..."

"Dear Wolfe, you may wear a teacher specializing in horseback riding, but there are few raw haters and women - does Lord Rossetti make you nervous to be assisted by strange men with synergies to get used to and when riding?

"Horses get nervous when riders get nervous, too. Then it becomes easier to fall horses. Wouldn't that make you feel safer? There's a way to get used to horses slowly first, then put on horseback riding teachers."

"Right......"

It is hard to say for sure that Darya has good motor nerves. You should get used to horses safely first.

Wolfe honestly decided to follow the advice of her brother and teacher.

I tried to invite Wolf to dinner, but he refused because I had an appointment.

It was a little unfortunate, but it looks fun, so I'm probably going to the green tower.

Gouid smiled and dropped off his brother.

"Jonas, thank you."

"About what?

"It's about the ride and the horse riding teacher. Teachers teaching their daughters horseback riding seem free in time though?

"... I just said 'the number of female teachers is low'. Time is out of control."

Because of the two of us alone, Jonas' words are back to what they are as friends. While satisfied with that, Gouid continued the conversation.

"But you couldn't think of a ride on an eight-legged horse (Slapenil). I should have done it while my wife and I were engaged, too."

"You can do it if you want to synergize from now on. But make it a mansion or a vacation home. I can't let you ride outside the king's capital right now."

"I know, I know."

If the title rises, the power will increase, but so will the hassle, and the freedom will decrease.

I was ready, but it's a little gloomy.

There have also been two times this year with the troubles of traveling, and Jonas is considerably more nervous than before.

"Goood, you're not leaving the mansion again today. I'm coming out, okay?

"Oh, I don't mind. What will Jonas do?

"I have an invitation to eat. The return is tomorrow morning."

The name Jonas gave after that was a certain aristocratic lady.

One turn above him. I broke up with my husband a few years ago and now I hear he's single.

"Jonas, don't you want to be with him?

"I'm not getting married. They said they'd never do anything stupid like marry again."

"Apart from marriage, how about it's time to de-curse the demon in the temple? That way, actions and meals will be as unburdensome as they are now"

"Goood, does that mean you want to neck me?

Jonas lowered his voice for a moment and asked himself.

"Unless it's demonic, I can't use external magic. Physical abilities are also inferior than they are now. I'm a demon, so I can be next to you. If you're gonna be a foot wrapper, I'm not gonna do it."

"It doesn't matter if Jonas isn't exorcised. Just add the number of escorts as you are now."

You can hire a very strong escort if you put money on it, that much looseness is light, and when I tried to explain that, I felt a tremendous swing of magic.

Jonas rips his right red and black pupil vertically and glances into the back of his own eye.

"Is that escort stronger than I am now? Are you sure you can trust me? Will I ever betray you?

To keep asking, Gouid lost his voice.

Behind my accidentally closed eyes, all the things I don't even want to remember are returned at once, and I can't stop them.

Reduce nausea and withstand without lowering your head.

From his fist, which gripped him hard, the frost fell apart.

"Goood, don't try to protect me. My job is your escort."

"... I was rude. Let me withdraw."

"Accept Withdrawal"

I finally untied my fist for word interaction as the model suggests.

They were unconsciously trying to get out to the ice. A short Zhu line ran on his palm, and an extra red crept in.

"Damn, you're still hurt a lot."

"I don't need a potion to this extent."

Stop Jonas trying to treat him, and Gouid laughs bitterly.

With only so many wounds, my friend is overprotective.

"Hold him till the blood stops."

The white handkerchief handed over, in the name of Jonas. Gouid asked what he remembered.

"Jonas, what happened to the handkerchief wrapped around your arm from Lord Rossetti the other day?

"... Well, it will be somewhere in the room"

We got better at lying to each other at this age, but that's pretty much how we spot each other.

Not to mention being close friends. Understood by a beating delay.

"It's fine to keep it, just buy a new handkerchief and let Wolf have it. Or would you like to hand it to me yourself?

"Goood, stop making that weird tease. What if Master Wolf misunderstands?

"Really, is that a misunderstanding?

"I'm not interested in younger people. I might have thought about it a little bit if you were a distant sister, or if Lord Rossetti's mother were alive."

"No, I don't know about that..."

There is an unlimited chance that the other person will be married.

Even if not, on a day when we approached it positively and so forth, it is true even for Dalya, instead of Wolfe.

"It's a joke. There's no way I can return a handkerchief stained with blood."

"No, Lord Rossetti might want to go out and study it. She also took care of your scales as a material."

"Then I'll give it back with this blood."

"Will you stop? You'd be in trouble if they told you something else next, wouldn't you?

We slapped each other lightly, and they laughed bitterly.

Shoulder strength is lost due to the disappearance of the tight air earlier.

Standing up for the move, Jonas has been wearing his jacket with the gestures he's used to.

"Well, for now, it wasn't my neck, but for what it's worth, I have to figure out how to shake myself."

"I'm sorry, don't hold it to roots like that."

I look back at Jonas, who rarely turns back, unexpectedly, and makes me angry.

But my friend had a very good smile on his face.

"If they get me, they'll sell me to the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce."

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