The footprints continued to the castle gate and then disappeared.
No one noticed this, including the retainer Knight patrolling around the castle in the heavy snow.
In the castle kitchen, Mrs. Abby's voice was so loud that it could even be heard in the hall. The butler, Carter, was wiping the lamps and decorations on the walls. When he heard the voice, he unconsciously shrugged his shoulders.
"She is always so rude, why can you tolerate her?" Thomas said sarcastically as he tidied up the stools in the hall.
Carter did not like Thomas, not only because Thomas despised his authority as a butler, but also because Thomas always liked to speak ill of others. He replied seriously: "Because she is Mrs. Abby, because the master loves to eat the delicious food she makes, and the servants also like it."
"I think so too. If not for her cooking skills, she would have been fired by the master."
"That's not necessarily true. The master is a noble aristocrat with benevolent qualities. He will provide Mrs. Abby with a new position."
"The master is too kind to the servants. In my opinion, Jesse, Tom, and Irene should be driven away. They are just wastes."
"It is best not to let the master hear this. Everyone is doing their own thing. They did not make any mistakes and should not be called wastes."
"Hehe." Thomas sneered. "Anyone can do better than them!"
Just as he said that, Mrs. Abby's soprano voice suddenly came from the kitchen: "Damn Irene, where are the vegetables I told you to wash? If you delay the master's dinner, I will kiss your ass with my boots!"
Then came Irene's loud refutation: "I was washing the beans, you ordered me to do so!"
"Oh, is that so? Can't you be a bit faster and wash the beans and vegetables!"
"Do you know how many beans there are? Maggie, tell Mrs. Abby that I think her eyes are already old!"
"Heavens, are you rebelling, Irene!"
The quarrel in the kitchen provided Thomas with material. He snorted disdainfully: "This is what you said, everyone is doing their own thing. The fact is, wastes are wastes."
Carter ignored him and said, "Have you set up the tables and chairs upstairs? Tonight's banquet will be brought forward, so don't delay it."
"Aren't Tom and Jesse going to set up the tables and chairs?"
"They're responsible for delivering food to town, so I'll leave this task to you."
"Hehe!"
Thomas sneered, but still went upstairs. He was just a valet and needed to listen to the butler's orders.
However, the quarrel in the kitchen did not stop. Mrs. Abby was still in the hairdryer state, constantly roaring, while Irene was still angrily refuting Mrs. Abby. But the work in the kitchen was orderly, and it did not fall into a state of stagnation because of the quarrel. Even the little maid interns were doing their jobs as if nothing had happened.
Everyone was used to the strange relationship between Mrs. Abby and Irene, sometimes like enemies, sometimes like mother and daughter.
Maggie was used to it.
She took the broom and was responsible for sweeping up the rotten leaves on the ground, which could be given to the serfs to feed the chickens.
"Maggie, do you want to eat?" As soon as the quarrel stopped, Irene, who was responsible for washing the vegetables, suddenly pulled out a handful of shriveled peanuts from the corner and extended them in front of Maggie as if nothing had happened.
"No, Sister Irene, I have some. I haven't eaten yet." She also pulled out a handful of shriveled peanuts from the corner.
There was a peanut processing workshop in town, which would purchase a lot of peeled peanuts every day. The plump peanuts were suitable for making various peanut snacks and peanut butter, which would be sold by the caravans. The remaining shriveled peanuts would be divided out and given to the castle servants as snacks.
Working in the castle, there were certainly some benefits that ordinary people could not enjoy.
Irene put the peanuts in her pocket and said, "Peanuts are the best when fried. After the banquet, Mrs. Abby will leave the kitchen and we can fry the peanuts ourselves."
"Mrs. Abby is not allowed."
"It's fine as long as she doesn't find out. Don't worry, I will clean the pot, she won't find out."
"But, Mr. Carter, if he finds out, he, will, punish you."
"It doesn't matter, it's just fried peanuts in the pot, Mr. Carter will not blame me. He, like the master, never mistreats us servants, even if I'm just a kitchen maid. "
"Well, okay." Maggie licked her lips. After eating fried peanuts once, she liked this delicious snack. It was much more delicious than the dinner the servants ate every day.
… …
Bathroom.
Liszt stood next to the bathtub, constantly measuring the area of the bathtub and bathroom with a tape measure.
After collecting the data, he went straight to the study, took out thick bast paper, and began to write and draw on it to design the so-called bathtub hot spring.
The small fire dragon was not a safe energy source.
It must be used to heat the water while also doing a good job of safety protection. This was a brain-consuming design. The blacksmiths and carpenters of Flower Town certainly did not have the brains and insight to design a bathtub hot spring.
"It seems to be one of the three laws of thermodynamics, or something else. It stipulates three properties of boiling water – thermal convection, thermal conduction, and thermal radiation. Thermal radiation is not used for the time being. Thermal conduction and thermal convection are the most appropriate methods. In terms of thermal conduction, as long as a certain part of the bathtub is heated, the water in the entire bathtub can be heated. "
Thinking about it.
He felt a little confused. The content of junior high school physics was basically returned to the teacher.
But he knew one thing, whether it was heating from the bottom of the bathtub, letting the water convect, so that the hot water rises and the cold water sinks. Or from the side of the bathtub, so that the water temperature continues to pass to the other side, there needs to be a water tank isolated from the bathtub to heat the small fire dragon.
"I can't keep the small fire dragon heating. After the bath, I have to put the small fire dragon away, so the volcanic glass jar must be immediately engraved by a craftsman … how to release the bubbles inside during the engraving is a troublesome thing."
He put one hand on the table and raised the two legs of the chair in boredom.
Then he picked up a piece of volcanic glass.
Casting Magic Eyes, he was ready to observe the fire dragon magic in the bubble and think about how to cooperate with the craftsman to collect the fire dragon magic.
However, when the Magic Eyes was cast, his eyes fell on the position near the window of the study and he was startled.
With a shake of his hand, the volcanic glass was thrown away and the chair fell down.
Fortunately, he was flexible, twisted his body, restrained his falling body, and stood firm on the table.
Then he forced his eyes to move to the volcanic glass on the ground instead of looking at the window, because there was a figure made of magic, leaning against the wall. It could be seen that this was a woman with a full chest, her hands were crossed over her chest, and her eyes seemed to be staring at Liszt.
The unexpected appearance of the magic humanoid in the study that he thought was absolutely safe could definitely scare people to death.
Fortunately, Liszt used the awkward fall to hide his surprise.
Without disturbing the magic figure, the other party just changed her posture and continued to lean against the wall, staring at Liszt.
"What is this? What is this thing? " Liszt bent down and carefully picked up the volcanic glass, forcing himself to calm down and think about what the sudden appearance of the magic figure was.
He waited until he straightened up.
The panic after the fright had quickly calmed down, and his brain recovered its wits. He immediately thought of the reward of the smoke mission – the thief who spied on the lord.
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