Thomas left the study and felt disappointed. When he went downstairs, he stopped at the turn of the stairs and wanted to take out a cigarette and light it, but he found that the cigarette was hidden under the pillow.

Mr. Carter, the butler, is strictly forbidden from smoking in the castle.

"Thomas, why are you hiding here?" A maid walked upstairs, about thirty years old, wearing a black and white maid's skirt, holding a mop and a bucket in her hand.

"nothing."

"Don't the master let you serve you with me?"

Thomas slapped the wall in annoyance: "Maisie, why do you think the master doesn't like me? Although I have never been a personal servant before, I have been the first male servant for Viscount Roosevelt, and I am competent for this job."

"How do I know this? I am not a maid from Tulip Castle. I have never seen the master before."

"I just asked you if I'm not doing enough."

"You should ask Mr. Carter, or Mrs. Mosen... and I don't think you have any worries. The master has only three male servants, Jesse is an assistant, and Tom is clumsy and can't serve the master at all. Maybe this is the master's personality. In this small town, no one is more suitable to be a personal servant than you."

Thomas cheered up a little, "Yes, I heard that the master was not valued by the earl in Tulip Castle. Maybe he will be the baron of Flower Town for the rest of his life and live in the poor countryside."

"Maybe."

"Maisie, do you regret following the master here?"

"I don't care. No matter how bad the life in the castle is, it's better than going back to the farm and starving to death. I've sold myself to the master, so there's no need to think about whether I regret it or not."

Thomas was about to speak, but suddenly someone interrupted him: "Don't you need to work? Thomas, Maisie, pay attention to your behavior and don't whisper outside your dormitory and kitchen!" Going up the stairs, the person coming was Carter, the butler of this simple little castle.

He was patrolling the entire castle with a bunch of keys and a bottle of red wine.

"Okay, Mr. Carter, I'll go to work now." Thomas and Maisie left in a hurry, going to work on their own affairs.

If the little nobles are servants of the great nobles, then the male servants and maids are servants of the housekeepers. The aristocratic system has always been so distinct in class.

Although the castle is small, it has a lot of work.

Even if only a nobleman like Liszt needs to be served, his daily workload is huge. For example, hygiene, every morning and evening, he has to clean inside and out. He also has to wash clothes, boil water, prepare food, and clean the toilet. Most of the work is left to the male servant, and the maid is responsible.

But this does not mean that Carter does not need to work. On the contrary, in addition to managing servants, Carter is also responsible for welcoming guests, pouring wine, supervising serving dishes, receiving letters, keeping high-end tableware, managing underground wine cellars, and taking care of the most important guests.

Old Carter is fifty years old this year, and in this era when the average age is less than fifty-five, he is already an octogenarian.

Dangdangdang.

He knocked on the door of the study.

"Please come in." Liszt's gentle voice sounded inside the door, with a "steel accent" popular in the upper class. In the Kingdom of Steel Ridge and its vassal states, countless nobles regarded steel accent as their nobles.

Old Carter took a deep breath.

He had not dealt with Liszt much in Tulip Castle, mainly in charge of a villa of the Earl. A while ago, the Earl assigned him to Liszt as the housekeeper. He was promoted in his position, and the housekeeper was the ultimate goal of all servants.

But the treatment must have dropped.

But Carter did not complain. He had sold himself to join the Tulip family at the age of fifteen. It had been thirty-five years since he was a 15-year-old man. He had not been married and was alone. He had long regarded himself as a part of the Tulip family.

If Baron Lister can follow the bloodline of the Tulip Family, he will undoubtedly end up happily after the last few years of his life.

"Master, reading books at night hurts your eyes. You should pay more attention. No matter how many candles there are, they are not as good as the sunlight during the day."

Liszt smiled slightly, moved his eyes away from the thick crust paper book on the table, and looked at the somewhat old housekeeper: "Mr. Carter, have you checked all the rooms?"

"The other rooms except the servants have to work, all the other rooms have been locked."

"Very good, then let's have a drink together." Liszt had noticed the red wine in Carter's hands. The nobles were so addicted to alcohol that they formed an unwritten routine that the owner of the castle would have a few drinks with the butler before going to bed at night and talk about the castle.

Liszt doesn't like drinking, but his predecessor likes drinking so much that his body needs alcohol.

However, the alcohol content here is very low, and it will be difficult to get him drunk unless he drinks it like beer.

One glass of red wine for each person.

Touched it lightly.

Shaking and shaking, Liszt took a sip: "Can the cost in the castle support this year's tax revenue?"

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. You haven't brought much wine from Tulip Castle, and there's not much wheat flour. Flower Town is very remote and there's no caravan willing to come over. Even if we have gold coins, it's hard to buy wheat and wine. But the good news is that there are a lot of wild fruits in Thorn Ridge, so don't worry about not having any fruits to eat."

Lister was not valued by the earl, so he naturally didn't get much when he split up.

According to his memory, when his sister Li Weila split the family, the carriage was loaded with thirty cars, and he... had no carriage, only a few horses and a group of civilians carrying some luggage.

Treatment is very different.

The predecessor had too much resentment, but for him, this was not a big deal. After all, he was not the real son of the count. At most, when the father and son met, it was quite embarrassing to worry about how to show closeness.

"It's not possible without wheat." Liszt put down his wine glass and said in an unquestionable tone, "Flower Town should develop as soon as possible, and the trade route must be opened!"

The staple food here is bread.

If there is no white bread made from wheat, you can only eat the rough and hard to swallow black bread. Lister can no longer eat the local dishes he likes, and if he can't eat the delicate white bread, he will starve to death.

"It is not easy to open up a commercial road, Thorn Ridge is too dangerous."

"Don't worry about this, I will solve it. The future of Flower Town will not be limited by poverty, and the castle will not be so simple, without even a name." Liszt said solemnly.

Only a magnificent castle can have a name. A castle as simple as Liszt is said to be a polite castle. If you give it another name, you will be laughed at by other nobles.

"Have the elf insect taken care of?"

"Very stable, lord."

"That's good."

Drink a glass of wine.

Old Carter said tactfully: "Master, rest early, I wish you good night."

"Good night, too, Mr. Carter."

When Carter left, Liszt looked at the thick velvet paper book about the customs and customs of the Grand Duchy of Sapphire. The book was very thick, about the thickness of a dictionary. But the content was actually very little. Thick velvet paper was not as shameful as its name. The thickness of a piece of paper was almost as thick as pig's skin.

"How did paper invent it?" Liszt recalled that he found that he had a good memory and could remember the papermaking process he had seen online. "When you have time, paper will also have to be invented... The industrial revolution seems unlikely, but there are still many ways to get rich."

In a trance, he got out of the God of God again.

Sure enough, a snake text made of smoke appeared before my eyes again.
Chapter completed!