"The tide is beginning to ebb, Master." Thomas pulled Dosen and said to Liszt.
"Give Dosen to me. You, Tom, and Jesse will look for the seafood according to the method I told you." Liszt took the rope from Dosen.
Dosen still wanted to run outside to chase flowers.
Liszt suddenly shouted: "Quiet, Dosen!"
Dosen did not listen.
Liszt dismounted from his horse, stretched out his hand, and pressed Dosen on the sand, making it unable to move. He loudly ordered: "Dosen, quiet!"
"Wuwu …" Dosen uttered two unknown sounds. Unable to struggle, it could only obediently lie down.
Then Liszt slowly let go.
Tremblingwoods struggled to move again and ran outside.
Liszt again pressed it down and ordered it to be quiet. After repeating this several times, Dosen finally stopped moving. At this time, the retainer Knight Carl hurriedly handed over a piece of cured meat, which Liszt rewarded to Dosen: "Quiet, and you will have meat to eat. Dosen, do you understand?"
"Wuwu." Dosen crazily tore at the cured meat and wolfed it down.
Before it went out, Liszt specifically told Thomas not to feed it. Only hunger could make an animal have a deep memory, better form a conditioned reflex, and achieve obedience training.
"Sir, you have a talent for World of Warcraft Taming. I can foresee that in the future, Dosen will be a qualified domesticated World of Warcraft."
"Of course, if it cannot do it, I will slaughter it halfway. Last night, the Flyingdust Dog smoked meat tasted very good. Even in Longtaro Castle, I have only eaten World of Warcraft meat a few times."
The meat of the large Flyingdust Dog was not sold, it was left in the castle to be marinated and air-dried.
"It is indeed a delicacy. When I eat it, I can feel the magic power nourishing my body." Markus had also eaten in the castle last night.
After training Dosen for a while, Liszt handed Dosen over to Carl. He rode to the shore after the tide had ebbed to see how the servingmen were doing.
At this time, the three male servants, Thomas, Tom, and Jesse, each wore a pair of thick leather gloves. They carried buckets, hammers, and shovels, and were constantly busy.
Thomas was in charge of turning over the rocks and looking for seafood above and below the rocks.
Jesse was responsible for shoveling the sand and looking for seafood under the sand.
Tom, on the other hand, was in charge of picking up all kinds of seafood that could not be returned to the sea in time and were forced to be stranded.
"Teacher Markus, do you know the relationship between the ebb and flow of the tide and the moon at night?" Liszt was in a good mood and asked a question.
Markus shook his head. "I don't know."
"The moon is constantly moving. It attracts the seawater, the ebb and flow of the tide. Of course, the sun also attracts it, but the sun is much farther away and not as attractive as the moon."
"I don't understand what you know at all, my Lord."
Markus was already being polite.
The moon and the sun attract seawater? If it were someone else, he would have spat in their face. Don't talk about eggs. Then he would have retorted that you say the moon and sun attract seawater, why don't you suck us humans into the sky so that everyone can fly and be Sky Knight? Don't lie to me that I'm not well-educated.
Seeing Markus's expression, Liszt felt bored — ignorant natives.
After a moment of lamentation, he thought to himself, "Since the moon here can also cause tides, does that mean that this world is indeed a planet? If he sailed along the Azure Waves Sea, would he be able to circle around the planet and return to this place? If that's true, maybe one day I can send a fleet to sail around the world? "
This idea was a bit distant, and Liszt did not continue to think about it.
He rode his horse to Tom's side.
Tom hurriedly saluted: "My Lord."
"You do your thing, I'm just looking." At a glance, he saw that Tom's bucket was filled with clams, conches, starfish, crabs, sea rainbows, clams and seaweed, as well as some insects like sea centipedes and sea cockroaches.
However, sea cockroaches and sea centipedes could run and accidentally fall out of the bucket.
So Tom had to clumsily pick them up again.
"These two kinds of insects that can run are not seafood, you can throw them away." Liszt reminded.
"Oh, yes, yes, my Lord." Tom hurriedly threw the insects away again. He didn't know if it was because the Lord was around, but he kept trying to catch them but couldn't, and he was sweating profusely.
Not far away, Thomas, who was moving the rocks, saw Tom's bewildered look, turned his head and smiled proudly – among the three servingmen of the castle, only he was good enough to be the suitable successor to the butler.
Because on the other side, Jesse, who was digging for a long time, didn't catch any of the razor clams and mantis shrimps that the Lord had instructed him to. He dug randomly, not knowing that he had to dig through the small holes of the seafood.
"What a waste!" He thought in his heart.
So he happily took the hammer and hammered under the rocks, knocking down clams, sea rainbows, and oysters one by one. Occasionally, he could also pick up a few small crabs.
"Oysters need to scoop out their flesh, just like this." Thomas smashed the shell of the oyster with a hammer and dug out the soft flesh inside.
Before leaving, the sir lord had said that oyster flesh was delicious.
Thomas did not think that this kind of ugly and soft thing was delicious, but he would meticulously complete the sir lord's instructions.
It was effortless.
The exposed rocks after the ebb were full of oysters, sea rainbows, and the like.
In just two hours, Thomas had filled up the two buckets he had brought. One of the buckets was filled with meat from the oysters.
He looked at Tom again. Although the bucket was full, the sir lord had told him several times not to pick up some things, but he still went to pick them up.
It was clearly the same kind of insect, but he thought it was different.
He was so stupid.
As for Jesse, he could be ignored. He dug until he was covered in sweat, and the bucket had just reached the bottom. There were a few fat shrimps – the sir lord said they were mantis shrimps, and a few stick-like razor clams, which seemed to be called bamboo razor clams.
He put down his bucket full of oyster flesh, puffed out his chest, and waited for the sir lord's inspection.
… …
Liszt, who had spent most of his time under the coconut tree on horseback, saw that it was almost noon and the sun was already as hot as fire, so he stopped the beachcombing experiment.
He rode over and looked at each bucket.
"Tom, you have to work harder to distinguish between pests and seafood. Not everything on the beach can be eaten. If it is poisonous, it will poison people. "
Tom lowered his head in shame: "I'm sorry, Master, I'm too stupid to distinguish."
"It doesn't matter, Tom. It's your first time combing the sea, so it's normal to be inexperienced. Don't feel guilty about it." Liszt comforted him, then turned to Jesse's bucket, "Well, Jesse, I can see your diligence, but it's obvious that you haven't applied the method I taught you."
"Master, I dug hard, but I kept digging and digging, and the hole disappeared." Jesse said in a panic.
"You need to dig in the direction of the hole."
"I … I can continue to stay here and dig, Master, I can definitely dig until the bucket is full."
"If you stay here, no one in the castle will dive. Jesse, I don't mean to blame you. Digging mantis shrimp and razor clams is not easy in itself."
Finally, Liszt walked in front of Thomas's buckets. One bucket was full of oyster flesh, and the other was full of crabs, sea rainbows, and so on.
"Well done, Thomas."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master. This is what I should do. I will do my best to do things for Master." Thomas beamed with joy.
Liszt responded with an aristocratic smile, expressing his approval of Thomas. Of course, he knew what Thomas was thinking. Butler Carter had already told him that Thomas was ambitious. But as the lord, he did not care, because no matter how ambitious Thomas was, he only wanted to be the castle's butler.
If he really had the ability, Old Carter would not be able to do it. So what if Thomas was the butler?
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