Ever since Burnell went to the manor once, the youngest son, who had been silent since he came home,
Suddenly became the favorite of the family.
The women often surrounded him,
Begging him to tell them the details of the manor's interior.
How the fireplace was,
How the hall was,
How the room was resplendent.
Was it a big four-poster bed,
Was it really a velvet bed curtain?
Were all the chairs carved out of oriental white jade?
Were there maids everywhere,
Eating a meal,
All kinds of delicious food were served like running water?
What was the identity of the lady who lived in the manor? Was she beautiful and noble enough?
Burnell could only answer again and again, "I only cared about the patient,
I didn't observe this. "
Later,
It developed into a gossip,
As long as there were women in the family and relatives, they would come to inquire.
Even his sisters were surrounded by a group of people asking about them all day long.
His mother, elder sister, and younger sister enjoyed the life of being surrounded by stars, but Burnell was so tired that he wanted to hide.
"I cured a nobleman! That night,
I had a dream. I dreamed that I was in Bona,
She's a respectable doctor, "he said to his twin sister," but all they care about is the pattern on a chair. "
When Mr. Hunter and his eldest son asked Burnell to go on a field patrol,
They were surprised to see,
Ever since they came home,
The youngest son, who had been listless and pessimistic, jumped up when he saw them and said happily, "Dad, big brother, oh, are you here to pick me up? That's great, let's go! "
Patrolling the fields was not a simple job. It could take two or three days.
As usual, the men of the Hunter family had to say goodbye to the women one by one.
Burnell hugged Becky and heard his mother say to his father, "Oh, after you leave, I have to take care of the house and be responsible for preparing the family's ball. It's unbearable."
Burnell looked as if he was escaping. He said to the twin sister in a relaxed manner, "Great, a ball! I escaped two annoying things when I went to the field. It was worth it. "
He was also tired of the balls that talked all day about clothes, jewelry, hunting, weddings and funerals, and of the men and women who only had straw in their heads.
"You wish," Becky whispered in his ear. "Dad agreed too. Do you think you can escape? Mother said that we are a family of men and women, old and young. When you come back from the fields, even if you smell like dirt, you still have to be there on time. "
"How so?" Bunier asked.
Becky said sarcastically, "The rich young master next door is back. I heard it was because you cured his friend, so he sent out invitations to all the noble families in our neighborhood. He specifically mentioned our family by name and invited us to attend. What, you didn't know? This is the 'top priority' that Mom has been talking about day and night for a few days. Her face is glowing. "
"Then we'll talk about it in a few days. Maybe this young master from Borna was not as annoying as the other nobles. He's also not as shallow as those vulgar disciples from other provinces. "
"Then Elder Sister, you will have a good son-in-law."
"Black-haired sly brat, shut up."
"Why are you telling me to shut up? Elder Sister, I've been studying abroad for so many years. Among women, regardless of background, you are the best. If this rich young master can really take a fancy to a woman in a place like ours, and he's not blind, who else can it be but you? "
After being hit by the twin sister, he stopped joking and went to bid farewell to his mother politely.
His mother did not let him go. "I have to prepare for the ball, Bunier. Hurry up and tell me everything you know before you get on the carriage. Don't act pretentious in front of the ladies like you did during this period of time."
"Mother, please forgive me. I really don't know anything." Bunier was able to get away after a while.
In the carriage, Bunier, who was filled with his mother's nagging, thought:
He really did not pay much attention to the inside of the manor that day. After all, there was a noble who was willing to ask him to work as a doctor. This ignited a little enthusiasm in him, who was disheartened. His entire mind was focused on this passion.
The only thing he could pay attention to was the three friends of the rich young master in the manor, including the injured one. They were all outstanding people, especially the blonde man and the woman with the appearance of a foreign race.
However, he knew that many nobles had strange natures. These nobles had considerable privileges. Although they were polite when asking people to treat their illnesses, once they were annoyed, they would turn hostile.
Therefore, he did not dare to look at them too much.
He also did not dare to talk too much to his mother and sister. He was afraid that his mother and sister, who liked to show off, would spread the news and offend the nobles for no reason.
The coachman shouted and whipped the thin horse. The carriage gradually drove down the muddy path of varying depths.
They entered the village.
Mr. Hunter threw the account book to his youngest son and instructed his eldest son, "Teach your younger brother how to do the accounts."
Bunier said, "I studied mathematics in school, Dad."
"What's' mathematics'? How can it be the same as doing the accounts? You don't know shit. "
Jeff explained the next process of collecting the accounts to his younger brother, but Bunier began to be lost in thought.
They entered the village along the road. The village was as dilapidated as it was before he left home to go to school. After so many years, there was no change at all.
There were a few more thatched huts on the muddy road.
The ditch was full of filth. It had just rained, and there were piles of muddy puddles. Flies and insects were buzzing around the puddles.
The horse's hooves splashed mud on its fur.
"Whoa!" The Coachman held the whip. The horse's hooves kicked up, and the roof of the carriage shook.
"Master, Young Master, we're here."
At this time, Jeff also said, "That's it."
Bunier came back to his senses and heard some of it. "Brother, why do we have so much more land in our house?"
Jeff pointed to the only proper small castle next to the village and said, "We bought it from that family."
"The land of the nobles?"
"Of course. They don't have money. We have money, so of course they have to sell it to us. "
Mr. Hunter got off the carriage and heard this. He added, "But these bastards, they sold it to us, so it should be ours. They still act like the lords of the past and ask us for fixed rent. They also exercise their bullsh * t sovereignty and tax exemption! "
The Hunter family was originally a commoner in this village, and they were under the rule of the lord.
Since Mr. Hunter's father, Bunier's grandfather, Old Hunter, things had become unstable. Old Hunter took the opportunity to leave the village and saved some money by being a peddler.
After that, Old Hunter's son, Mr. Hunter, seized the opportunity to return to his ancestral home after the Banquet Revolution and obtained a piece of land.
Mr. Hunter was a man of few words. His words were short and forceful. Although he had made a fortune in his family since he was young, he still had the fiery temper of a farmer from another province. He was like this when he expelled Bunier from school, and now he was also like this when he scolded him.
He pointed to the small castle and snorted, "In the past, they were the lords. They held positions, opened courts, handled disputes between the commoners in our territory, and governed the territory. But now, they have been removed from the duties of governing the territory by His Majesty Allen, and they do not contribute to the territory at all. But they still enjoy all kinds of subsidies. They are high above, exempt from taxes, exempt from military service, and still want to extort fixed rent from us. They even hold a ball and look down on us. These bloodsuckers! "
Bunier asked curiously, "The nobles and their vassals have been removed from the duties of governing the territory by His Majesty Allen. Then who is in charge of the village now?"
He was immersed in his studies at school and only heard some big news about Bona. He did not know much about the specific situation in the countryside.
Mr. Hunter replied, "Bunier, can't you see for yourself? Who is the red nose in front of us? "
Bunier saw a decent house at the entrance of the village. A middle-aged man with a red nose and wrinkled gentleman's clothes was walking out of the house.
Jeff told his brother, "This is the current manager of the village, called the village administrator. He was sent by the municipal magistrate. "
"What is the position of the village administrator? Is he a noble? "
"I don't know." Jeff said, "They are not nobles. Just like us, they are commoners who have to pay taxes. But in the areas under their jurisdiction, they have some of the power that the nobles used to govern the territory. "
"Is it the same for the municipal magistrate?"
"Yes, but he is in charge of a bigger area. He is in charge of a city. There is also a provincial governor above him. They are all sent by the emperor. In short, they are the same kind of people. They are weird, but they are not nobles. "
Bunier looked at the red nose smoking a pipe, and his eyes gradually lit up. "Then, how did they get such a position?"
"Uh …" This question suddenly stumped Jeff. He had never thought about this question.
Mr. Hunter, who had been angry for a week, calmed down. "These are all irrelevant things. In short, these are also lords now. It is just that these lords have less power than the nobles in the past, and are easier to serve than the nobles. We have money, we can pay taxes, and they will not make things difficult for us. "
"Bunier, don't be in a daze."
"Oh." The light in Bunier's eyes gradually dimmed, and he finally looked back at the carefree village magistrate. He was talking to his deputy, and he was very arrogant.
*
"Anna, we are back."
Ernest and Hubert got out of the carriage, and Crémont followed.
When Lin Daiyu saw her friends, she was completely relieved. She smiled and said, "You're back. Is everything okay? "
Ernest, who had always been lively, was silent and only lowered his head.
Crémont, who had always been gentle, was sad.
She frowned. "What happened?"
Hubert sighed. "Mr. Bard was executed."
"We've tried all sorts of methods, both overt and covert, including bribery. However, Allan I still executed Mr. Bard. "
Lin Daiyu was stunned.
Mr. Bard was an old acquaintance of her uncle, and he was also the elder who took the initiative to find her to help when she was alone in Tessie.
During this time, he had taught her a lot.
After a long while, she asked, "Where is the body of Uncle Bard's brother?"
"Allan I threw it on the city wall." Ernest's eyes were red. "We couldn't get his body back under heavy guard, and we were almost caught in the trap set by Eugene."
"Eugene is a complete traitor."
Crémont said, "I only had time to bring the injured Frank and Lucian here first. Anna, have you seen the two of them? "
The injured Frank and Lucian?
Lin Daiyu thought of the blond youth who was wearing a black shirt that day.
She was about to answer when there was a sudden smashing sound from the room. The red-haired youth with gauze on his arm rushed out with a pale face. "Send me to Bona!"
"I'm going to kill the dog emperor!"
He had only taken a few steps when he was caught and escorted back to the room.
The youth shouted from behind the door, "I want revenge! Let me out! You cowards! "
The blond youth said, "Brute, you don't deserve to be brave."
He looked back at Ernest and the others. "Come in."
The blond youth was still wearing black today. The black clothes made his blond hair stand out, and his blue eyes, which were like the sky after the rain, were even colder.
His words seemed to be directed at the boy, but when Ernest saw the look in his eyes, he lowered his head in shame and followed Hubert and Crémont into the room.
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