Before dawn, the voice of the butler Carter continued to appear upstairs and downstairs in the castle.
"Tom, cheer up!"
"Thomas, prepare the Lord's best holiday suit, frac Abbier, don't make any mistakes!"
"Mrs. Morrison, there is dust on the window on the second floor, let the maid clean it as soon as possible, we can't leave the impression of laziness on the upcoming distinguished guests."
"God, why did the kitchen take out the oysters to dry, quickly take them away … No, no, no, Irene, absolutely not today!"
"I need to see the castle's water tank overflow, but Jesse, you don't have to fetch water, John and Parker will do it. You need to quickly inspect all the cordyceps, even if it is a holiday, we can't ignore the most important things! "
"Don't take the whole thing out to dry, you should break it, pieces of crushed ice are easier to dry." Carter took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his head. Today was really busy, he still had a lot of expensive crystal tableware to wipe, but he had to explain the trivial matters first.
He looked at the new servant Jim, who had just arrived in the castle, struggling to move the water tank that made the ice yesterday to the sun.
He couldn't help but tell the other party to use his brain.
Jim was tall and smart, but inexperienced. When he heard Carter's words, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, I didn't think of this. I will break the ice now and put it in a few buckets and basins."
"Don't spill it, it's all … saltpeter, the Lord specifically ordered that it is very valuable."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Carter."
After patrolling around the castle, Carter went to the second floor, just in time to see Thomas holding the frac Abbier and entering Liszt's bedroom.
He also knocked on the door and went in.
"Master, you woke up very early today."
With the help of Thomas, Liszt put on the clothes he hated, as well as the particularly uncomfortable disc-shaped pleated collar "laff."
His mood was not very good for a moment: "The castle is so noisy, it's a bit difficult for me to fall asleep."
Carter immediately bowed, his expression a little uneasy. "I'm sorry, it's my fault for disturbing you, Master."
Liszt was just a little angry when he woke up, but when he saw Carter apologize, his anger quickly subsided. He shouldn't have let this loyal old man bear this small burden. "This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Carter. Don't blame yourself. Today is the Sailing Festival, so I have to get up early. "
Carter breathed a sigh of relief.
Thomas squinted at him, a little disappointed. He was looking forward to seeing the master scold the butler.
After putting on his clothes, Liszt ate a simple breakfast and rode on Firedragon, ready to patrol around the town. Today was a festival. Even if only the nobles would celebrate it, he still had to enjoy the support and compliments of his subjects.
At this moment, he had already seen Gort, who was also dressed splendidly.
There were also Markus, Blair, and Isaiah, who were dressed in relatively grand attire. The three of them were not nobles with titles yet.
"Sir Baron, Gort offers his holiday greetings to you."
"Sir Markus, Isaiah offers his holiday greetings to you."
"Sir Baron, Isaiah offers his holiday greetings to you."
"Sir Baron, Blair offers his holiday greetings to you."
The four of them greeted Liszt in turn, meticulously displaying aristocratic etiquette.
Liszt also responded with aristocratic etiquette: "Happy holidays."
Then came his four retainer Knight, as well as twelve quasi-retainer Knight, one after another, saluting and offering their holiday greetings to him. Finally, the castle servants put down their work and, under Carter's lead, also offered their holiday greetings.
When he took Gort and the others, as well as the retainer Knight, to patrol the town.
On both sides of the road came a variety of "Sir Lord, XXX offers his holiday greetings to you." The freedmen knelt on one knee, and the serfs knelt on both knees.
Under such etiquette, the authority of the aristocracy was continuously consolidated and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
When the commoners were already accustomed to kneeling, the foundation of the rule would become unbreakable.
"My Lord, good news." While patrolling the tomato settlement, Liszt saw Jesse Ricewater. The former assistant servingman had been promoted to servingman, receiving a daily wage of two copper coins.
"Jesse, what's the good news?"
"I just checked the tomato settlement's tomato sprite worm stalk and discovered that the tomato sprite worm has already been born."
"Is that so? This is indeed good news." Liszt was very happy. The castle's seventh sprite worm had already arrived. Liszt led the patrolling team to John Shoulderpole's tomato field.
The tomato sprite worm stalk in the middle was clearly very tall, bearing red tomatoes.
On one of the small yellow flowers, a red, chubby sprite worm lazily basked in the sun. John Shoulderpole nervously looked at the sprite worm from the side. He was obliged to protect the sprite worm on behalf of the lord, to prevent it from being harmed by anything and to prevent it from being contracted by anyone.
Only lords were qualified to contract sprite worms.
Only those who possessed Battle Qi and magic could establish a contract with him.
"Sir Lord, John Shoulderpole offers you his holiday greetings."
"Happy holiday, John."
Liszt gave a simple greeting, then walked in front of the tomato sprite worm and sprinkled a bit of jade powder to attract it. Next, he smeared a bit of jade powder on his finger and extended his finger toward the little fellow. Qi circulated on his fingertip, magic power and the charm of the jade powder were unleashed together, and the tomato sprite worm bit down without hesitation.
A feeling of telepathy flashed past. The tomato sprite worm had already established a contract with Liszt.
Gort looked at the tomato sprite worm enviously and said with a smile: "Today is truly a joyous day. The tomato sprite worm seems to have chosen today to be born. I offer you my holiday greetings, Liszt." If his fief had also had a sprite worm, perhaps it would not have ended up going bankrupt.
"It is a smart sprite worm, I can feel it." Liszt smiled, then turned to John Shoulderpole and said, "John, the tomato field where the worm stalk grows will still be cultivated by you. Remember not to harm the worm stalk, it is the most important existence in the tomato settlement."
"Sir Lord, please rest assured, John is willing to give up his life to protect it!"
He spoke very excitedly. The tomato fields near the worm stalk were all high-yielding and high-quality tomatoes, which meant that he could keep enough tomatoes after paying taxes. For him, ever since Liszt rewarded him with a Nalda, his affluent life had begun to take off.
"It will get better and better in the future."
"I want to plant tomatoes for Sir Lord for a lifetime!"
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