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Chapter 185

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This chapter is a reward for the leader "Q Blockhead", one chapter for the time being, and ten chapters in the future.

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Swaying left and right, swaying three times with one step.

This was a portrayal of Dosen after getting off the ship. His eyes were cloudy, and he almost vomited.

"Even if it's Intermediate World of Warcraft, I will still get seasick, and I will get very seasick." Liszt was helpless about this. After all, World of Warcraft lived on land.

The sailing ship swayed, and even he, who had just crossed over, fainted once when he first went out to sea.

However, World of Warcraft's powerful resilience was soon reflected. By the time he took the dizzy Dosen and slowly returned to the castle, Dosen's seasickness symptoms had significantly subsided. His legs were no longer swaying, his vision was no longer blurred, and his voice was louder. Except for his spirit, everything else had recovered.

"Whether he can overcome seasickness or not, I will take Dosen with me when I go out the day after tomorrow."

The Flower's speed was 5 knots, and it would take 14 hours to reach Black Horse Island, and it would take at least an hour or two to find a place to dock.

So after the first voyage, they must camp on Black Horse Island.

Without Dosen, Liszt has no sense of security. In case there is Intermediate World of Warcraft on Black Horse Island, the recovered Dosen can at least resist one or two. In addition, he and Markus, two elite Earth Knights, will assist from the side. Dosen has become his confidence.

Walking on the soon-to-be-completed Dosen Avenue.

Behind him came the sound of hooves.

It was Thomas, who inquired about the serf Maggie, who returned with a thick bast paper to record her identity. "Master, I have inquired about Maggie's identity. She is a new Eagle Kingdom serf who joined Flower Town. She has no relatives and no surname. She is currently boarding with the grocery store owner."

Liszt took the thick bast paper and keenly grasped the key. "Boarding, is she a child?"

"Yes, sir, Maggie is just nine years old this year."

On the thick bast paper, it was also clearly written — Maggie, nine years old, no relatives among serfs, lodged in the grocery store owner's home, currently receiving training in the girls' group, and participating in the needlework class organized by the administrative office.

After reading the records.

He casually passed the thick bast paper to Thomas, "Return it to the administrative office."

He didn't say anything more. His mood was as listless as Tremblingwoods.

He thought that the smoke mission was very considerate and prepared to reward him with a beautiful female secretary. He even thought about what kind of name to recruit the secretary. He didn't expect that it was just a nine-year-old girl.

"What is the meaning of this? You want me to raise it?" Liszt tied Dosen into the kennel and walked into the castle alone. He went straight to the study.

The study was his place to think.

"The smoke mission won't be that simple. After all, it's a product of the smoke dragon, and it involves fate. There must be something else about Maggie … "

The invisible dragon chain mission, the thorns worm chain mission, many seemingly messy missions and rewards often had some kind of connection.

Therefore, he naturally wouldn't think that this nine-year-old serf, Maggie, was a random reward from the smoke mission, "There is too little information, continue to pay attention to Maggie. By the way, Mrs. Morrison complained to me that the workload of the maids in the castle is too heavy, especially with banquets every day, and that more maids need to be recruited. "

Liszt's thoughts flashed, "Maybe I can recruit Maggie as a maid and train her from a young age?"

No matter what involvement she has, there will always be a day when it will be revealed. Even if there is no involvement, she can be trained as a secretary candidate.

Liszt shook the bell.

He called Carter and Mawson over.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Mrs. Morrison told me that there are not enough female servants in the castle. Are there enough male servants?"

Carter and Mawson looked at each other and said, "The daily life of the castle can barely be maintained by the servants, but for a grand festival like the birth of the sprites, there is a shortage of manpower … And Sir, the castle has no name now. We all know that you will give it a name sooner or later."

Mrs. Morrison said, "A castle with a name needs a large number of servants to maintain, especially serious and skilled servants. It is difficult for us to recruit them in a short period of time. It is best to train them ourselves."

"Yes, we should train a group of servants ourselves." Carter smiled, his face full of gratification, "Sir, you need more people to serve you. The glory belongs to you."

Liszt lived alone in the castle.

At present, there were fifteen servants serving him, and the two stewards were still complaining about the lack of manpower.

In the past, Liszt couldn't imagine what kind of luxurious life it would be to have fifteen people taking care of one.

Now, however, he agreed with the two stewards, "It is true that we should train our own group of servants. Now Flower Town is not short of food and clothing, and the castle is not short of gold coins and income. So the training of servants will be left to Mr. Carter and Mrs. Morrison. The first batch, tentatively set twenty internship places. "

Subsequently.

He said euphemistically, "I ran into a little girl named Maggie. She is very pitiful and polite. If she wants, Mrs. Morrison, give her an internship place."

"As you wish, Sir."

… …

Dinner, dinner every day.

Liszt told everyone that he was going to go with the Flower to sea. "The Flower will probably stay on Black Horse Island for a few days to look for the Dragon Horses."

"Sir, I hope to go with you to Black Horse Island." Gort immediately expressed his loyalty.

Liszt directly refused, "This is just to explore the way. When it is confirmed that Black Horse Island is going to be developed, I will send you there to arrange things for me if Consultant Gort doesn't want to go."

"I am at your service at any time!"

"Has Flower Town been developing smoothly these two days?"

"Very smoothly. It is expected that before the first winter snow comes, Flower Town will finish all the construction of roads and houses. This winter, I believe the serfs will have a comfortable winter. "

"Have you prepared winter clothes and blankets?"

"The administrative office is not ready, but the caravans coming and going to Flower Town have begun to sell quilts and cotton-padded clothes. I went to the market to check. A cotton-padded coat sells for 12 copper coins. As long as the serfs are not lazy, they can afford it. A quilt costs 25 copper coins, and the serf families should be able to buy two. "

He finished and added, "You don't have to worry that these serfs will freeze to death. They have thick skin and thick flesh. As long as you give them something to eat, they won't freeze to death even if they are thrown into a snow pit."

But Liszt didn't think so.

"Consultant Gort, do you know how much it costs me to buy a serf?"

"Well … twenty silver coins."

"Since you know it's twenty silver coins, do you now see them as twenty silver coins? Are they worth a few dozen copper coins or twenty silver coins? "

Liszt asked in a bad tone.

He didn't care if Gort looked down on the serfs or not. Everyone was equal, it was a lie to deceive children. But he must pay attention to the value of the serfs and the value they can create, so he directly reprimanded, "This winter, for every serf that freezes to death, twenty silver coins will be deducted from your salary."

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