Until now, I'd never met a truly extravagant noble.
No, to be precise, there had been plenty of extravagant bastards, but their idea of luxury had always made me think, "You call that extravagant?" So no noble had ever genuinely impressed me. But today, I finally met one.
"Good heavens! This is Eastern porcelain!"
"Don't tell me that's a Persian rug?"
"Did those ivory ornaments come all the way from Africa?"
As we stepped into the Duke of Austria's palace, which was plastered from top to bottom with every luxury imaginable, our retinue seemed blinded by its dazzling splendor. Even the Duke of Altringen was busy admiring the paintings hanging on the walls.
The floors and walls were all marble, and the noblewomen watching us were decked out in every kind of jewel. My retinue gawked at everything in a frenzy, oohing and aahing at every turn.
Damn it, talk about a bunch of country bumpkins.
