novel-bin Chapter 75 The Wedding of Viscount Cecilius
Chapter 75 The Wedding of Viscount Cecilius
Fortunately, after resting for a while, that feeling of floating on air dissipated.
Zag also gave Helford a bath, then wrapped himself in a towel and went with him to the small balcony on the second floor to let his hair dry.
Zag now insists on bathing Herford every day, not because he has some extreme obsession with cleanliness, but because Herford has lice—
The lice kept growing, and Zag even bought some alchemical solution for killing lice from the market and had Herford soak in it, but unfortunately the effect was only so-so.
Actually, Zag had lice before. Or rather, it would be abnormal for people in this world and this era not to have lice. Even some "developed areas" in the 21st century have this thing, let alone the "ancient times" when hygiene conditions were very poor.
However, Zag had good hygiene habits, and after a week of hard work, using alchemical potions and bathing standards that almost scalded his skin, he finally solved the lice problem.
Helford, on the other hand, was not so particular. He didn't even think it was wrong to have lice, and he didn't understand Zag's "extreme" pursuit of hygiene standards.
But it doesn't matter. After all, Zag is Helford's current "bread and butter," allowing him to eat human food, enjoy a warm fireplace and a soft down mattress, so he can tolerate these hygiene requirements that he considers almost morbid.
"The alchemical potion isn't very effective. I think it's probably because your fur is too long. Tomorrow I'll go to Ms. Rowan's place to see if she has any better flea and tick treatment. I'll shave all your fur off before using it and try to solve the lice problem once and for all... I'm planning to sell your fur at the black market next time anyway, so having lice shouldn't affect the selling price, hmm, it should."
After saying that, Zag emphasized, "In short, you absolutely cannot go to bed until you've solved your lice problem, understand?"
"Woof woof..."
Helford called out softly, sounding quite aggrieved.
Zag muttered to himself, "Who told Snowball to never have that thing on its body! No wonder it always thinks wolves... cough, always thinks that thing is smelly and dirty. Of course, you don't smell bad, you just have lice... I'm not targeting you, I'm just... sigh, the conditions in this era are so backward it's unbearable!"
Since we're still outdoors, who knows if Mrs. Marsh is asleep or not? We should be careful what we say.
The next morning, Zag looked at the manuscript for a while longer, noting down some of the questions he had, before taking a mutton pie with a dragon pepper to work.
Going to work at 10 am is indeed pleasant. When I passed by the Temple of Meretra, the choir had already finished their morning recitation practice. The early winter sun shone on the street, making it look like it was covered with a layer of light golden glitter.
However, when they arrived at Mrs. Weyland's aromatherapy shop, customers had already entered—
Ms. Rowan arrived a little early today and had just brewed a pot of dragon's blood tea, pouring it for the customers with a smile.
"Would you like milk and sugar?"
As soon as Zag entered, he heard Mrs. Rowan's voice.
"I'll take them all, thank you."
"Hehe, the right amount of milk and sugar can bring out the rich aroma of dragon's blood tea. I sometimes like to drink it like that."
Listening to Ms. Rowan's conversation with the customer, Zag couldn't help but silently complain in his heart.
You said last time that dragon's blood tea shouldn't have milk added!
Good morning, Zag!
Good day, Ms. Rowan.
Luo Wen and Zha Ge greeted each other. Then, Zha Ge nodded slightly to the customer who was tasting Dragon Blood Black Tea as a greeting, and quickly went behind the counter to start working.
Mondays and Wednesdays are for stocking up, and Ms. Rowan specifically emphasized that we should arrive an hour early on those days to prepare the inventory list. Today is Tuesday, and there's nothing special to do, so Zag arrived at the store less than ten minutes early, which was just right.
Ms. Rowan was still talking business with a customer, but it sounded like a big deal.
"Mrs. Cecilius means that the ports have been closed recently, so all the goods have to be shipped from the east side of Mudcrab Town, which has significantly increased costs... Is there any way to discuss the price further?"
"I'm afraid that won't work, my dear. We've just upgraded our ingredients. The new batch uses the finest natural healing mucus. You know the market price of this stuff. We didn't raise the price because Mrs. Cecilius is a long-time customer of ours. In fact, all the related potions in the shop have increased in price by 10%. I've already given them a big discount."
"...Then I'm afraid this batch of goods will have to wait until Margarita Wharf opens."
"I am always ready to serve you. I will always offer Mrs. Cecilius the best possible terms. This is my sincerity."
"Thank you very much. Well then, I'll take my leave now."
"Of course, of course, have a nice day."
"Thank you, you too."
After Mrs. Rowan saw the person off, Zag curiously inquired, "Who is Mrs. Cecilius? This customer seems quite extraordinary!"
"Viscount Cecilius's new wife, the wedding was just held the day before yesterday." Rowan shrugged and replied, "I heard she's a noblewoman from Holland, but I've never heard of a noblewoman named 'Bernice'... Who knows! As long as the Viscount is happy, he's already so old!"
"Viscount Cecilius? I don't recall ever hearing of him... Where is he from?"
As Zag asked the question, he frowned.
He wasn't troubled by Viscount Cecilius, but by the name Rowan had mentioned.
"Bernie," that sounds familiar, it seems...
It seems to be the name of the meeting's chairman on the business card from yesterday's "The Essence of Life" research meeting!
Ms. Rowan smiled mysteriously, her face full of gossip: "It's normal that you haven't heard of him. He's already a marginal figure among the nobles, living off his past wealth. Perhaps in a few years, he'll become an ordinary person... Hmm, his fief is in the Golden Harbor area. Hundreds of years ago, that was the most prosperous place in the entire Eastern Territory!"
"It's a pity that the arrival of the Great Calamity turned that place into the 'Dark Realm'. To be honest, it's quite shocking that the entire Cecilius family refused to flee to Holland and insisted on staying in the Eastern Port. They can't have stayed in Golden Port for hundreds of years, can they?"
"However, at least the mayor of the eastern port is a member of the Cecilius family, the viscount's nephew. This is probably a charitable act of pity from the lord."
"If it were me, I would have already tried to settle down somewhere else. How many centuries can a viscount's family inheritance last? It's already been exhausted. Otherwise, he wouldn't have married Bernice. I heard that woman brought a dowry of a million pounds!"
"Of course, the Viscount didn't lose out either, considering he's as overweight as a potato and is already over fifty!"
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[Golden Helmet Harbor Daily]: Viscount Cecilius, the head of one of the oldest noble families of Norse, held his wedding on October 19 at the temple in Meretra. The Cecilius family also welcomed its seventh mistress, Bernice Cecilius.
This family, which once controlled the golden trade route between the Eternal High Kingdom and the Kingdom of Orodia, was extremely famous before the Great Cataclysm, but was severely weakened afterward.
However, the Cecilius family did not abandon the Eastern Territory like other nobles. Instead, they insisted on standing with the Lord and the people of the Eastern Territory in the Eastern Port. They are the pride of our Eastern Territory!