"Liszt is getting more and more active. He doesn't even have a quarter of an hour to rest all day. Isaiah, I haven't slept well for a week in a row."
In the fief's administrative office, Gort vigorously fanned himself with thick bast paper: "I originally thought that coming to the Flower Town would be a leisurely job. I didn't expect it to exhaust me so quickly."
"Obviously, an official who doesn't want to make progress is not an official that Liszt expects." Isaiah, who was calculating this quarter's taxes with his fingers, said without raising his head, "Gort, you should work harder. A comfortable life will wear down a Knight's fighting spirit."
"It seems that you, like Blair, have taken a liking to life in the Flower Town. I remember that when you first arrived, you complained incessantly."
"When I first arrived, I was indeed very disappointed. It was dilapidated, crude, and there weren't even many people here." Isaiah exercised his numb fingers, "However, after getting used to it, I felt that the Flower Town has an unprecedented vitality. I had a chat with Markus. He said that Liszt is an aristocrat that stands out from the masses."
"Indeed." Gort spread his hands.
"Therefore, I feel that Markus' wish to rise to the ranks of aristocracy rests on Liszt. Meanwhile, my hope to revitalize my family may also lie here."
"It seems that you are serious."
"I can't continue to be mediocre. For the sake of my stupid son, I have to pull myself together."
"Alright, I have to pull myself together. I will go take a look at the progress of the construction of the oyster settlement's houses. Currently, the entire fief is short of manpower. I have to use my brain to organize a logging team."
Having said that, after leaving the administrative office, Gort did not go to the oyster settlement, but instead returned to his residence in the fief.
It was a two-story building that was originally the residence of a Knight in the Taxation Revenue Division. Only lords could live in castles. Even if it was empty, ordinary people would not be able to live in it.
"Sir, you are back. Is today's work done?" A young girl dressed in a flaxen skirt hurriedly came over and helped Gort take off his coat.
Gort touched the girl's butt naughtily. "Work can never be finished, but life has to go on."
The girl blushed. "Won't Sir Lord blame you if you don't go to work?"
"I'm Liszt's teacher, the town's administrator. I have the right to give myself half a day off … Freya, I miss you. I'm not in the mood to work." With that said, Gort hugged Freja and kissed her on the cheek. Then, he pushed the girl into the bedroom.
Freya hurriedly struggled free and said in a panic, "S-Sir, it's daytime now."
"What's wrong with the daytime? I've been eating too many oysters recently. I don't have enough time at night." Gort selectively chose to forget. Every night, he could only persist once, and each time, he could not last more than thirty seconds.
Freja was a little flustered and seemed to be trying to change the topic. "You seem to be in a bad mood. Is it because of the consultant?"
"Of course I'm in a bad mood. He is the lord and has the right to order me to work for him, even if I have to be busy from morning to night. However, I've already been in the Flower Town for three months, yet I still haven't gotten the position of consultant. Damn it, who else can serve as a consultant besides me? "
Gort fiercely hit the wall of the house, his tone full of indignation: "I somewhat regret coming to the Flower Town!"
Freya's complexion changed: "Sir, are you going to leave?"
"Not for the time being. Freya, it's you who made me linger here, unwilling to go back and forth." Gort hugged Freya again and kissed her.
Freya pushed him away forcefully.
Gort's face suddenly turned gloomy: "Freya, what do you mean!"
Freya took a deep breath and put on a smile again: "I know that you are unhappy. You have been worrying about something these days. I guess that you want to return to the Coral City. It is a big city, countless times more prosperous than the Flower Town … I want to tell Sir that Freya will stay in the Flower Town and raise your child. Please don't worry about it."
"What do you mean?" Gort's complexion changed again and again.
"I am pregnant."
With just a few words, Gort immediately froze. It took him a long time to sober up: "You are pregnant?"
"Yes." Freja touched her stomach. Even though it was still flat, she could feel a strong little heart beating.
While speaking, she suddenly retched.
Gort no longer had any doubts. Freya was indeed pregnant, but he didn't know whether he should be pleasantly surprised or shocked. He had a wife and child in the Coral City. His child had already grown up and married a wife. Moreover, his grandson was born the year before last. He was just looking for a relationship to fill his loneliness.
He never thought that there would be such a day.
"Oh, heavens, Freya, I, I mean, I am in a mess right now. Sorry, I don't know how to deal with this news." Gort stammered.
Freya just smiled: "It doesn't matter, Sir. I know that there is no better tomorrow for a serf like me. I am very grateful to Sir for giving me a happy memory. I will raise him independently and he will grow up healthy and strong … I just hope that when you leave, can you give him the status of a freedman? "
"A freedman?"
Gort fell into hesitation and entanglement. Freya just looked at him with a smile.
After a while, he exhaled deeply and finally made a decision: "Sorry, Freya, I have let you down …"
Freya's smile quickly dimmed.
But Gort's next words made her smile brighter again.
"I hesitated just now. I shouldn't have done that. I assure you that I will not, at least not for now, leave the Flower Town. I want to see him born and tell him his father's name, Gort Mast … I think I know what to do. I haven't been able to integrate into the Flower Town."
Gort embraced Freya with warmth rather than lust: "Because I am already an aristocrat, I am used to enjoying rather than struggling. I complain that Liszt did not give me an advisory position, yet I don't work hard. But now, I have to work hard and earn back the glory of an aristocrat, for our child! "
"Is this true, Sir?" Freya's eyes widened.
"Of course, I promise, in the name of a Knight!"
After a moment of tenderness.
Gort broke away from the tenderness, put on his frac abierre, and strode out of the house. This time, he really went to the oyster settlement to inspect the construction of the houses.
… …
At night, the castle once again held a small banquet.
Before the banquet started, Markus, Blair, and Isaiah chatted casually. Meanwhile, in the study, Gort was reporting the progress of his work to Liszt.
"The main road from the Thorns Ridge to the town has already been built halfway. There is plenty of sand, but there is not enough stone. I have already begun to select able-bodied serfs to form a logging team. At the same time, the stones of the Thorns Ridge will be crushed and transported to build the road. If there is enough stone in the Thorns Ridge, then the sand roads between the settlements can also be paved with gravel. "
"A very good plan. Let's carry it out, Teacher Gort." Liszt nodded with satisfaction.
It was not only the plan, but also Gort's attitude. Previously, at the banquet, Gort would only bring his mouth to eat and drink and make some witty remarks, never taking the initiative to talk about work.
Today, he unexpectedly took the initiative to report on his work.
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