The metal bottle was shaped a bit like a bottle used to pack high-end liquor. It was very unique.
Its color was golden yellow, close to the color of gold coins, but a bit more brown. There were complex engraved patterns on it, and some patterns were wrapped in them. They looked like abstract pictures of the sun and trees, as well as bows and arrows and some kind of zither, as well as a bear and a flying eagle.
Overall, this metal bottle was like a precious art that aristocrats liked to collect the most.
Clang, clang, clang.
He tapped the metal bottle with his finger, making a strange sound. It was not a sound that metal should make, it was a bit similar to the sound of plastic. However, it was obvious that this brownish-yellow bottle was definitely a metal product. It had the tactile feel of metal.
"Teacher Gort, what kind of metal do you think this is?" Liszt shook the bottle.
It should be empty, there was no movement inside.
Gort spread his hands: "Gold, silver, copper, iron. This is not any metal I have ever seen. Please forgive me for not knowing what it is."
"It doesn't have a mouth?"
"It looks like a whole. I have carefully checked where the mouth of the bottle should be. There is no gap. I can't twist it."
Liszt tried it with his hand and really couldn't twist it. There was no cap on the mouth of the bottle, it was a solid whole: "What do you think is inside?"
"A bottle of wine?"
"Sweet dreams don't always come true. Teacher Gort, I don't think there is any liquid inside."
Gort laughed: "Haha, you can always fantasize about it before it is opened."
Liszt handed the bottle to Carter and had Carter put it back in his study: "Keep it first. When I have time, I will slowly figure out how to open it."
"Yes, Master."
After Carter left, Liszt motioned for Gort to find a place to sit.
He asked: "How is the caravan trade going?"
"Everything is going smoothly. Since you started to develop the Flower Town and provided a large number of paid jobs, the fief's residents gradually have extra money and can pick some small goods from the caravan's stalls. Almost half of the merchants' goods have been sold. Even the burlesque stage has been thrown a few copper coins. "
Comedy shows were usually hired by caravans who pooled their money together. They were open to the public for free to attract customers.
Only when the audience was happy would they throw some coins on the stage as a reward for these clowns. The Flower Town was poor. Perhaps the residents would laugh until their stomachs hurt, reluctant to throw out a copper coin. He didn't expect that someone would actually tip the clowns.
"Who are the people who threw the copper coins?"
"I only saw one person throw a coin, your kitchen maid, Irene Fourfingers."
Irene Four Fingers?
Liszt didn't have much contact with the kitchen maid. He didn't even see her once in a day. The status of kitchen maids was very low. They weren't allowed to go upstairs, appear in the hall on the first floor, and hang around in front of the nobles. He only knew from Butler Carter that Irene was a straightforward and candid little girl.
"Young people are always very generous," he commented.
Gort wanted to say that he was also a young man, only sixteen years old, not as old as the little girl. But he didn't say it out loud. The current Liszt had the maturity and steadiness of a middle-aged man. When dealing with people, it was almost impossible to ignore his slightly immature face.
"Perhaps this is the talent brought about by aristocratic blood." Gort often thought so.
At first, he followed Liszt to the Flower Town just to get a free meal and drink as an advisor. At his age, he no longer expected to revitalize the family business and restore the glory of the aristocracy. Unexpectedly, not only did Liszt change the Flower Town, but he also changed his idea of idling around.
Gort knew very well that Freya's pregnancy was just a prelude.
In the final analysis, it was Liszt's will that determined the behavior of the people around him. Otherwise, there was no need to pay so much attention to an illegitimate child. Which aristocrat did not have a few illegitimate children outside? For the sake of family harmony, many aristocratic illegitimate children could only be serfs for life.
"Teacher Gort." Seeing that Gort was a little distracted, Liszt couldn't help but remind him.
Gort immediately sat up straight, "Go ahead."
"As an official, you have to supervise every transaction of the caravan. Profiteers are not allowed to harm civilians. At the same time, patrols and clerks are not allowed to take things from the caravan."
"Please rest assured, I will emphasize this point every day."
"The publicity work must be done well. Publicize that the Flower Town welcomes outsiders to settle down and that taxes are the most favorable. Also, tell the people of the caravan how the Flower Town will develop next. Show them the plans for the commercial district, workshop district, and residential district, so that they can feel the bright future of the Flower Town. "
"As you wish!"
… …
After sending off Gort, Liszt did not immediately go for a lunch break. He went straight to the study and played with the metal bottle on the desk. He was very interested in this floating bottle.
He concentrated for a moment and called out the smoke mission.
"Mission completed. Reward: Sea Drift Bottle."
"Mission: the bottle that cannot be opened, the text that cannot be understood. This is due to the difference in knowledge, but it does not mean that it cannot be solved. The blind old leathersmith of the leathersmith's shop feels that his health is getting worse. Give him a son, and he might be willing to exchange a book for it. Mission reward: unknown book. "
As expected, the metal bottle picked up by the fisherman was the reward for the smoke mission.
The caravan's mission of three gold coins was completed early on.
But when he saw the new mission, Liszt didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The bottle that cannot be opened, does it mean that I cannot open the drift bottle? The text that cannot be understood, does it mean that there is a note inside, maybe in a foreign language? However, what the hell is the content of the mission? Give the old leathersmith a son? "
If the other party's wife was in her prime, graceful, and charming.
Liszt would not mind giving the other party a son and a hat.
However, he had carefully read the information of the town's craftsmen during the census. He had an impression of the old leathersmith. He was a widower with no relatives or friends. He had come to the Flower Town ten years ago by begging, settled down in the Flower Town, and picked up his skills as a leathersmith.
How could he give such a person a son?
"Give him a son … Maybe my thinking is a bit off track. I should first have someone investigate the old leathersmith." He shook the bell and called Carter.
"Master."
"Mr. Carter, have someone send a letter to Teacher Gort and have him investigate the old leathersmith in the town. The information must be detailed. If the other party has any difficulties, you can help him along the way."
Carter said: "Master, maybe you should ask Jesse. He is very familiar with the old leathersmith."
"Jesse?"
Jesse Ricewater used to be the castle's servingman assistant. He had been promoted to servingman and was mainly responsible for running errands for the castle.
After a while, Jesse, who was playing in the town, was called back.
"Master, you were looking for me?" Even though he had become a servingman, he was still a bit ill at ease when facing Liszt, not knowing where to put his hands.
Liszt asked directly: "You are very familiar with the old leathersmith? Tell me about the old leathersmith. "
"You mean Uncle Phil? I got to know Uncle Phil when I went to the leathersmith's shop to mend leather shoes. Uncle Phil is blind, so it is very inconvenient for him to work. Now that his health is getting worse, I often visit him and help him with some things. "
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