"Grandmother, you have a pair of eyes that can see through everything."
Liszt smiled.
The shady dealings between him and Levis were not particularly hidden, and it was not difficult for people to find out. At least the count knew about their slave trading plan. As long as the count wanted to know about Coral Island, he could find out at any time.
Lvera looked at the increasingly outstanding Liszt and was very dissatisfied. "Liszt, the Flower Caravan's seafood business has reached my Falcon Town!"
"Then I must congratulate Big Sister. The citizens of Falcon Town will be able to eat delicious seafood.
"I will organize my people to fish for seafood. Although you and Levis have monopolized the seafood market, the other lords will also organize their people to fish for seafood. Your good business will not last long! "
Liszt sat in a chair, not minding Lvera's provocation. "The seaside towns, of course, can fish for seafood on their own. They have the right to do so. But Coral Island is so big, not every town is next to the sea, and not every beach is rich in seafood. "
In fact, the Flower Caravan no longer had to work hard to catch seafood.
They directly cooperated with the lord of the seaside town, letting the town lord catch seafood, and then the Flower Caravan would buy it and sell it to the city. Each town had different seafood specialties. The Flower Caravan had the most complete variety of seafood, which could be bought at a low price and sold at a high price.
When the aristocrats and civilians of Coral Island gradually got used to the seafood on the table.
The income had risen from the original estimate of three gold coins a day to four gold coins a day.
Excluding the dividends paid to Levis and the consumption of the caravan, they earned more than three gold coins a day. With the seafood market, Liszt was enough to join the ranks of Coral Island's rich.
This was a windfall that made people jealous.
Lvera was jealous, but she also understood that Liszt had the confidence – he had already fed Levis. On the Coral Island, the words of two people were the most useful, the count and Levis. The count was Levis's father, so he obviously would not rob his son's business. Levis also got a share and issued a seafood license.
Now, no one could snatch away Liszt's windfall profits.
She had no choice but to change the topic. "Why did you come here so early in the morning?"
"I'm here to bring flowers to Grandma." Liszt smiled and said to his valet, Thomas, "Go get the potted plants from the carriage."
"Yes, Master."
Not long after, Thomas brought in a pot of nightshade.
"So it's a black nightshade." Madam Penélope suddenly understood. "This is the black nightshade I gave you. Did you take good care of it? No, it's not the same one I gave you … Is that black nightshade dead? How pitiful, it still couldn't escape the fate of withering. "
"Grandmother, don't be sad. That black nightshade is still alive and well, and it's very healthy, much healthier than normal black nightshades."
"What do you mean?" Madam Penélope signaled to her servant to put the black nightshade on the balcony. "If you have something to say, just say it. Liszt, don't talk to me with such a tone, it reminds me of Melissa. I have convinced myself that you have the shadow of your father, even though you have Melissa's face. "
Madam Penélope's resentment towards Melissa was still deep.
Liszt had no memory of his mother, nor did he know what kind of tone she used when she was alive. However, he could guess that his words were somewhat 'deliberately mystifying', or perhaps there was a sense of alienation that was not close enough. This was something that couldn't be helped. After all, he wasn't the original Liszt and couldn't invest too much in it.
Therefore, he continued to smile: "The black nightshade you gave me wasn't sick, it was just gestating a sprite worm. Now, the black nightshade sprite worm has been born."
When the news of the sprite worm came out, Madam Penélope and Lvera were taken aback.
Madam Penélope was sincerely happy. She had already forgotten her dissatisfaction with Liszt's deliberately mystifying tone and praised her grandson: "Knight, Liszt, you are the luckiest one in the Tulip family. Take good care of the black nightshade sprite worm, consider it my gift to you. "
"I am very moved by Grandmother's gift. For your birthday this year, I will prepare an elaborate gift for you." Liszt expressed.
Seeing that Lvera was about to speak.
Liszt, who had no interest in the chuunibyou girl, got up: "Grandmother, I have an appointment with Mr. Franck, so I won't be staying here any longer. I hope to have lunch in the castle."
"Go, lucky boy, I will have the kitchen make your favorite omelets."
… …
"Mr. Franck."
"Baron Liszt, you look more mature, but you are still as handsome as before." Franck, whose hairline was almost at the top of his head, had an ugly red nose, "My Shirley has graduated from Ox Horn Academy and returned. As soon as she came back, she said that she wanted to see Big Brother Liszt."
"Little Shirley is back?" Liszt thought for a while before remembering that little Shirley was Franck's youngest daughter.
In his childhood memories, little Shirley was his little attendant. Because they were only one year apart, they could play together. But later, Liszt went to Knight Academy, while little Shirley was sent to Ox Horn Academy by Franck, and they never met again.
As for Ox Horn Academy, it was located on Iron Hoof Island.
Iron Hoof Island was the fief of Marquis Bull. He belonged to the Sapphire Grand Duke, and his ancestor was Sapphire Grand Duke's favorite youngest son. As soon as he came of age, he was conferred the title of Count Bull. After the founding of the country, Iron Hoof Island became his fief and he was promoted to a marquis.
Marquis Bull's family established Ox Horn Academy to train maids for the court.
Gradually, aristocrats, big and small, sent their daughters to Ox Horn Academy to study. Aristocratic young ladies with Ox Horn Academy education were very popular among aristocratic marriages. Because these young ladies learned etiquette, needlework, housework, music, reading, writing, and so on, they were considered to be cultured.
Of course, not all aristocratic young ladies went to Ox Horn Academy to study. Lvera had never gone there.
Liszt didn't know if it was a misconception.
Liszt always felt that Franck was always talking about little Shirley, as if he was promoting him.
"I have probably become a hot young unmarried aristocrat on the island." Liszt thought. However, he didn't have any thoughts about little Shirley. In his memory, little Shirley was a fat girl.
After promoting for a while, seeing that Liszt didn't respond enthusiastically, Franck gradually returned to the main topic.
"Your officials and servants are taking inventory."
Five hundred serfs were gathered in twos and threes on an open space not far from the port. Looking at their appearance, most of them looked sick. Liszt didn't know if they were sick or seasick.
Gort and others, along with clerks, counted the number of serfs and calculated the ratio of men to women, as well as the number of craftsmen. After a rough count, they quickly returned to Liszt's side.
"Sir, there are a total of 476 serfs …"
On the side, Frank casually explained: "The serfs were transported back from a faraway place, so it was inevitable that some of them would get sick or not acclimatized to the climate. The fleet initially purchased 510 serfs, but lost 34 of them."
He sighed in his heart.
Liszt nodded in agreement. He knew very well that the sale of serfs was bound to be accompanied by death.
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