Chapter 828: Count Alvia Clayes

In the martial arts training ground of Kempt Manor, a young man stopped practicing swordplay and walked down the martial arts stage. The woman sitting in the pavilion looked at the young man walking towards her, put down the book in her hand, stood up, and greeted him.

The young man looked at his wife with a helpless expression, opened his arms and let her do whatever she wanted.

Lolita smiled gently, first she cast a spell to remove the sweat and dust on the young man's body, then took the coat from the maid and put it on him. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she had done it countless times.

After tying the belt, she took a few steps back and looked at her husband, whom she had dressed up with her own hands, with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.

The young man came to Lolita, reached out and touched her head, and asked with a smile: "Are you done?"

"All right."

Lolita felt her husband's touch, a happy smile on her face, then she threw herself on the young man's chest, sniffing his scent with a satisfied look on her face.

"dong dong"

Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps, Lolita reluctantly let go of her husband and straightened her wrinkled clothes.

"My lord, the guards report that Lord Weilin is here to visit." A low-level golden knight standing ten meters away bowed and saluted, answering respectfully.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

"Yes, my lord."

After the gold intermediate knight withdrew, the young man gently stretched out his finger and gently scraped his wife's nose bridge, smiling and said: "Go get my treasured Loria tea and make a pot of tea, and then prepare two boxes of cold wind fruit."

"Leave it to me." Lolisa pushed the young man with her hand and said, "Go quickly. After all, we invited Lord Weilin to come. It would be rude of us to make others wait for too long."

"Ah."

The young man nodded in response and strode towards the reception hall.

In the hall, Weilin sat on the chair on the left and looked around at the decorations, which were very simple.

In less than a moment, a young man entered the hall, and when he saw Weilin, he took the initiative to salute and said, "Count Alvia Clayes of the Cold Wind of the Kingdom of Beiyisi, I greet Lord Weilin."

Weilin stood up and returned the greeting, "I am Viscount Qixing from the Kingdom of Elijah. I am Weilin Aix, meeting His Excellency Alvia."

After introducing himself, Weilin pointed to Kyle and proudly introduced him: "This is my guardian knight and my brother. His name is Kyle."

"Please take a seat, both of you."

With a gentle smile on his face, Alvia warmly invited the other party to sit down, putting his attitude in a lower position.

Apart from the fact that Weilin's title was slightly lower than his own, he was far inferior to him in terms of strength, power, army or identity background.

In his opinion, it won’t be long before a Viscount of the Soul Level will become an Earl of the Soul Level.

As for the blond young man next to Weilin, he had also heard that he was someone who could communicate with the Duke face to face.

As the first Earl of Cold Wind, Alvia does not have the arrogance of the ancient nobles. With the help of his wife, father-in-law and master, as well as his own courteous attitude, he has gained the friendship and favor of many powerful people and has achieved his current status.

At the hospitality of Count Coldwind, Weilin and Kyle sat on the left.

Seeing the other party sitting on the right side instead of the main seat, Weilin's eyes lit up. He could learn this and use it when entertaining others in the future.

After a few words of casual conversation, Weilin developed a great liking for Alvia.

Kyle sat quietly aside. He saw the shadow of his master in the Earl of Frostwind.

It’s just that the other party doesn’t have the deep background like his master or the luck to pick up gold coins while walking. His strength is only at the high-level gold level, and he still has a long way to go before reaching the soul level.

After a while, a young woman came into the hall, pouring tea.

Weilin thanked Lolita for pouring tea for him, and asked Alvia, "Brother Alvia, when guests come, does Mrs. Lolita make tea herself?"

"Of course not." Alvia smiled and said, "Today, you two distinguished guests have come, and Lolita personally made tea to show our sincerity."

"Hahaha, brother Alvia, I am really a little nervous today!" Weilin picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spoke.

Seeing this, Alvia responded, "What are you talking about, Lord Weilin?"

After pouring the tea, Lolisa sat quietly beside her husband.

As time passed, the two seemed to see each other in each other, and they went deeper and deeper from superficial topics, and began to talk incessantly about their views on governing territory, training troops, and entertaining guests.

Lolita and Kyle served as supporting roles, occasionally interjecting a few words.

Before I knew it, the sky turned dark.

Weilin and Alvia walked towards the dining room arm in arm.

"Sir Kyle, please go first."

Lolisa stood at the door of the hall, gracefully and invitingly.

Seeing this, Kyle said softly, "Madam Lolita, Earl Alvia was able to marry a wife like you, probably because he was blessed by the goddess of life."

After hearing this, Lolisa covered her mouth and laughed softly, "Sir Kyle, Alvia and I have known each other since childhood. He has been with me and I have been with him. Our achievements today are nothing more than the mutual support between husband and wife."

"I wonder if Mr. Kyle is married."

"I am concentrating on practicing and becoming stronger. I don't have this idea for the time being." Kyle replied with a smile, rejecting Lolita's kindness.

Seeing this, Lolita stopped talking about this topic and waited for Kyle to walk out of the hall before following him.

As for the pair of close friends, they had long disappeared.

In the dining room, Weilin and Alvia toasted each other, making it hard for others to believe that they had only known each other for an afternoon.

Before nine o'clock, both of them were lying on the table, unconscious.

Kyle, who was tasting the food, turned his head to look, touched his master with his hand, and penetrated his consciousness into his body to check it out. Finally, he came to the conclusion that his master was not pretending to be drunk this time, but was really drunk.

As for whether the Count of Cold Wind opposite was pretending to be drunk or was really drunk, it was unknown.

"Mrs. Lolita, please arrange a room for me so that I can help my master up to rest." Kyle stepped forward and helped Weilin up, saying apologetically.

Seeing this, Lolita stood up, waved to a maid, and asked her to take the two of them to the guest room.

After the two men left, Lolita helped her drunk husband up, wiped the water stains on his face, told the servants to clean up the mess, and took Alvia to the bedroom.

Since getting married, there have been only a few times when her husband got really drunk, and this was one of them.