"Master is a real aristocrat!"
In the kitchen, the kitchen maid, Irene Fourfingers, proudly said to Maggie, who followed her as an intern: "Little Maggie, you will like this castle. I have never seen a nobleman more noble than Master. His nobility is innate, and we can only look up to him!"
"Yes, Sister Irene." Maggie nodded seriously.
In fact, Irene spoke too fast, and she only understood part of the content, which was the nobility of Master.
"Don't add too much flour, otherwise the pineapple bun won't taste good." Irene stopped Maggie from pouring the flour. "Our kitchen has many new kinds of bread, which were jointly invented by Mrs. Abby and Boss Raynor. Master likes these new kinds of bread."
She suddenly leaned close to Maggie's ear and said: "Every day, Mrs. Abby makes a variety of bread flavors. If Master doesn't eat it, we can eat some."
Maggie was surprised: "Ah, Master, do servants eat good bread?" Her Serpentine stuttered, and she had to add gestures to make Irene understand.
"Hmph, you will understand Master's kindness and generosity later."
In fact, Maggie understood in the evening, because she was given a small piece of pineapple bun while eating in the kitchen. In the evening, the Lord invited two guests to a banquet and asked the kitchen to make a lot of bread. In the end, there was a lot left, so each servant could get a small piece.
Compared with black bread, this characteristic white bread was simply the best food Maggie had ever eaten in her life.
"Little maids, little servants, keep up. Be careful of snakes on the road when it's dark." The patrol shouted. They were responsible for sending the young intern servants back to their respective host families at night.
Maggie followed behind the patrol, feeling very at ease.
She knew that the snakes were just to scare the children.
Recalling the delicious pineapple bun, she kept whispering in her heart, "Praise Master." Then, she suddenly remembered that she had eaten the pineapple bun, but forgot to leave it for Mrs. Harriet's family. Although boarding was forced by the town's administrative office, Mrs. Harriet's family treated her very well.
"I … Should I form a mother-daughter contract with Mrs. Harriet?" She thought about the things she had been struggling with for several days.
As a nine-year-old girl, her parents were killed by mercenaries. Other than being sad, she naturally longed for a new family.
But in her heart, she still worried about her sister, who was ten years older than her, tall and had curly hair. She always remembered what her sister said when she left home: "Maggie, wait for me to come back, I will teach you magic, and we will be magicians together, magicians who can release fireballs!"
At that time, my sister was fifteen years old, and her parents forced her to marry a crippled old man in the village.
The next day, she left home without hesitation.
Her sister had always been her most admired idol.
"Maggie, you're back." Before she knew it, Maggie had returned to the town, and the kind Mrs. Harriet was standing at the door to greet her.
'Oh yes, Mrs. Harriet, you needn't. Every day. '
"It's okay, come in first."
At night.
The moon formed a crescent in the sky. Maggie lay in bed, thinking about Mrs. Harriet's kindness to her, thinking about the delicious food in the castle. Somehow, the appearance of her sister in her childhood suddenly became vague and distant, and some decisions quietly emerged in her mind.
"If Mrs. Harriet asks me again, I will say yes to her … She is like my mother."
… …
The morning air was fresh, and Liszt greedily inhaled two more mouthfuls.
Then he began his daily training and walking the dog, and then went on to inspect his territory. He didn't like to make friends. Several aristocrats in North Valley City sent him birthday banquets, aristocratic gatherings, and so on. At most, he sent people to send some gifts, but he didn't go in person – this was a low-key way.
After all, the heir of Coral Island was his brother Levis.
It was not convenient for him to be too close to other aristocrats.
Blackdragon held its head high and stepped on the gravel road. It still didn't know that its status was facing collapse. Perhaps when Black Horse Island came out, it would understand that the king was the king, whether it was yesterday or tomorrow – your uncle will always be your uncle.
"The town lacks stonemasons to carve and polish stones. Otherwise, the roads in the town could be paved with slabs, and the roads in the castle could also be paved with slabs."
Accompanying Liszt was Isaiah, who reported the progress of various projects in Flower Town in his capacity as an administrative officer.
"The stone road is a big project, and the town's manpower should be used in more urgent ways."
"Yes, Sir. At present, the autumn harvest has been completed, and the roads and houses have been completed. I am arranging for the serfs to concentrate on reclaiming the wastelands of the settlements, and waiting for the next batch of 1,000 serfs to be transported. These farmlands can be taken over smoothly and sown directly next spring. "
"How is the expansion of the Flame Mushroom shed going?"
"It has been expanded by 20 mu, and the total area has reached 50 mu. The serfs are skilled in growing Flame Mushrooms, and the current output has doubled compared to the beginning. It is expected that in a month, the new shed will double the output again." Isaiah replied happily.
But he also raised his doubts, "Sir, is the income from the Flame Mushroom processing workshop directly credited to the castle without going through the town's administrative office?"
"No, but the tax and welfare issues of the shiitake serfs will be uniformly arranged by the town's administrative office, and then subsidized by the castle." The Flame Mushroom magic potion has entered Liszt's stomach, and no one has yet to find out that he has become an elite Earth Knight.
Isaiah did not ask any more questions. When it comes to magic potions, it is normal for the Lord to not want others to intervene.
The group unknowingly came to the Garden of Thorns.
The thorns worm's worm stalk has grown into a four-meter-high thorny tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, very eye-catching. Two-thirds of the surrounding clusters are fast-growing magic thorns, and the remaining one-third are fast-growing iron thorns. Only a small area is left for ordinary fast-growing thorns as a memento.
It is unknown if there are new mutated thorns born.
Without waiting for Liszt to ask, Isaiah said: "My Lord, the Garden of Thorns originally had 180 acres of land. With the birth of Ella, I have circled 800 acres of land for the expansion of the Garden of Thorns. According to the current ratio, one-third is fast-growing iron thorns, and one-third is fast-growing magic thorns. "
He then pointed in the direction of the Thorns Ridge, "The fast-growing Thorn Thorns and Poison Thorns have been transplanted to the edge of the Thorns Ridge. The number of serfs is insufficient. At present, there are only 50 serfs responsible for transplanting the thorns. I have calculated their workload. About one-third of the thorns can be transplanted before winter. "
"Don't worry about the Spiky Brambles and Poison Brambles. Plant as many as you can." With the Iron Brambles and Magic Brambles, Liszt no longer cared about the Spiky Brambles and Poison Brambles.
Especially the Thorn Thorns.
They are of no use at all, and can only prevent the invasion of chickens, ducks and geese.
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