"I heard you are a Councilor of the Third Level Conference, and I have a humble suggestion. Could you propose a bill requiring all gentlemen of Ryan to carry a refined tissue or handkerchief in their pocket? This is not only a necessity for hygiene but also the baseline for maintaining our social etiquette, and it reflects the dignity of our Ryan Kingdom..."
Mr. Newcastle almost burst out laughing upon reading this.
"Haha."
Saint Sis above, he had initially thought that all of Ryan's funniest actors were gathered in Your Majesty's Summer Palace, but apparently, one slipped through the cracks.
In these times, when every piece of bread is measured precisely, this noble lady is actually concerned about the tissues in their pockets.
She should be thankful that the gunsmiths in Roland City cannot produce firearms that fit into pockets; otherwise, the irritable citizens would certainly stuff them in.
Just as he expected, the Knights of the Land of Knights are sincerely humorists.
