Roasted goat meat, boiled lamprey, a small portion of apple puree and snow pear slices, hopped wheat beer, and white bread made of fine wheat flour.
This was Liszt's dinner.
Western-style food was not to his liking, but he did not know how to cook and could not cook to his liking. Moreover, in this world, aristocrats were strictly prohibited from entering the kitchen, warehouse, and other places where servants should be. Going there would be a violation of aristocratic etiquette and would be laughed at.
Of course, the court was an exception.
The court's cooks and servants were all held by the aristocrats of the various lesser lords. Liszt's father, the Earl Of Coral Island, served as a groom for the new Sapphire Grand Duke. He was responsible for feeding the Sapphire Grand Duke's beloved mount, a precious horse mixed with dragon bloodline.
Until now, the Earl Of Coral Island would still enter the palace from time to time to serve as a groom.
He was happy to do this, for fear that other aristocrats would replace him as a groom and hinder his close relationship with the Grand Duke.
Similarly, the Sapphire Grand Duke had also served as a valet for the king of the Iron and Steel Ridge Kingdom, his suzerain state, waiting on him.
Basically, commoners were the servants of aristocrats, while lesser aristocrats were the servants of greater aristocrats.
Only by becoming the king of a state could one be considered a master.
"Fortunately, in the Flower Town, I am the only master. I don't have to serve anyone." Levis thought contentedly as he ate the barely passable dinner.
The count was his father and did not like him, so he would not bother him.
After dinner, the old butler Carter instructed the maids to clean up the tableware, while the valet served Liszt with the water to rinse his mouth.
At the end of the process, Carter left with the servants: "I will be outside the door. My Lord and the two gentlemen, please instruct me."
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Carter." Liszt showed a gentlemanly smile. In terms of aristocratic etiquette, he was influenced by his predecessor. He did not need to take the initiative to learn it, it would naturally come out.
Even when dealing with lowly servants, they had to be polite and respectful. It didn't matter if they were beaten or killed in private or how perverted they were, but on the surface, they had to have the demeanor of nobility.
"It's my honor to serve you." Carter closed the door.
"Liszt." Gort took a sip of tea with honey and said, "The sprite worms should be put to use as soon as possible, but the fief's financial situation is really terrible. The previous administrative officer was a fool who did nothing but oppressed the serfs. He left us with a mess!"
"I know. Teacher, investigate it as soon as possible and see where the sprite worm can be placed."
"Of course, this is my duty."
Liszt turned to look at Markus: "Thorns Ridge is close to the Flower Town's World of Warcraft, will it be very difficult to inspect it? As for World of Warcraft's harassment of the farmers, as a lord, I must take this seriously. "
Markus replied: "The Thorns Ridge is very large and the World of Warcraft's activities are not fixed. You only have four retainer Knight. Even if I thoroughly understand the World of Warcraft, there is still no way to defend against it. The patrols are a bunch of scoundrels and hooligans. They would only piss their pants in front of World of Warcraft. "
The Flower Town was located at the easternmost end of the Coral Island and was surrounded by the Thorns Ridge. There was a lot of World of Warcraft here. Therefore, very few caravans were willing to trade here.
They could only produce and sell their own products. Without the help of the sprites, it would be a problem for the farmers to feed themselves. Furthermore, they would have to pay taxes to the Coral Island's ruler, the Tulip family.
Aristocrats, on the other hand, only cared about how much tax they could collect and didn't care about the farmers' lives.
The Tulip family was no exception.
However, the current Liszt could not remain indifferent. After all, he was a new youth bathed in the glorious banner of communism. Since he had become a lord, then saving the people from the abyss of suffering was something he had to do. Only when the Flower Town was prosperous could he enjoy better life as a lord.
For both public and private reasons, he had to develop the Flower Town.
"There is always a way to deal with it. Teacher Markus, after tomorrow's Knight class, accompany me to the Thorns Ridge. As a lord, I still haven't taken a good look at the Flower Town."
"Liszt, this is not a good idea. Just take a stroll in the small town. You shouldn't go to the Thorns Ridge. Don't forget, you almost died in the Thorns Ridge. "Gort immediately stopped him.
Liszt shook his head: "Last time, I accidentally ate a poisonous fruit. This time, I will pay attention."
Markus said bluntly: "Tonight, I will notify your four retainer Knight attendants to arrange a patrol route in the Thorns Ridge to ensure your safety."
"Sorry to trouble you."
"You should be careful." Gort said helplessly.
Liszt didn't say anything more. The two teachers didn't know his real plan. His body had yet to fully recover. According to his temperament, he would definitely be willing to go out only after he had completely recuperated. However, when aristocrats went out, they either rode a carriage or rode a horse. Unfortunately, he didn't have a carriage.
In his memory, riding a horse was not an easy thing to do because there was no saddle or stirrup.
"When I have time, I can invent stirrups and saddles. As for horseshoes, they can also be invented. Ordinary horses still need them."
After seeing off the two teachers, Liszt thought.
"Master, when do you plan to go to bed?" The valet came in and asked.
"After ten o'clock. Thomas, add a candle to my study, I want to read." Liszt ordered the valet to leave.
Thomas's face showed a touch of disappointment. For several days in a row, he hadn't been able to get a chance to show off his skills. Liszt would always order him around, instead of needing him to serve him.
As a valet, he felt that he hadn't won the Baron's favor and was worried about his job.
That was indeed the case. Liszt did not like valets. Every time Thomas helped him put on his clothes, Liszt would feel goosebumps all over his body. What an evil aristocratic system!
Why can't a male aristocrat have a valet!
After Thomas brought in a candle and left, the study room became brighter. Liszt got up and opened the curtains. Through the window of the castle, he could see a few lights in a small town not far away.
It was very dim.
A small town that didn't even have enough to eat, there was no such thing as nightlife, only endless silence.
"Is this my territory? Poor and backward, but it completely belongs to me. The area of a town is my independent kingdom … I will make it a paradise!"
In a trance.
A faint smoke appeared in front of Liszt. The smoke twisted and formed abstract characters. The characters looked like countless small snakes intertwining together. This was the common language of the Steel Ridge Kingdom — Serpentines. Its origin was already unknown, as there was no habit of recording history here.
As someone who had transmigrated, Liszt had inherited all the memories of his predecessor. He could read the Serpentines.
It was the content that had puzzled him for a week.
"Mission: as the lord, you need to understand everything about the territory. Please patrol the Flower Town, understand the crisis of the territory, and make preparations for future development. Reward: sublimation of qi. "
The content was short and not complicated.
But what Liszt didn't understand was why he could see the smoke Serpentines. When he searched the memories of his predecessor, the smoke Serpentines had appeared since childhood. But at that time, the smoke was very faint and very vague, to the point that he couldn't clearly see what the Serpentines were saying. He had always thought that he was hallucinating.
It wasn't until after his soul transmigrated that Liszt could clearly see the content of the text.
After staring blankly for a moment, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the smoke. However, the smoke immediately disappeared, proving that it was an illusion.
But now, Liszt didn't think that it was an illusion. Perhaps this was the benefit of being a transmigrator, the embodiment of a certain system? Since he couldn't explain it clearly, he decided to verify it.
As long as he patrolled the territory, he would be able to complete the mission. Whether or not he could get the reward was proof.
If he couldn't get it, then it was just an illusion.
If he got it, then it was a benefit.
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