On the autumn morning, the Purple Manor was intoxicated with excitement and joy, and the people made very careful preparations for this banquet, hoping to show their best side on this day, especially the girls who had reached the marriageable age of seventeen or eighteen, all dressed up in fancy clothes, and tried to attract as much attention as possible to become the focus, in case they were taken by one of the earl's sons, who could say for sure.

Amid the laughter, the autumn breeze blows through the lavender fields of the south, across the sky and through the trees, bringing a faint and comforting fragrance that blends with the mellow aroma of the pried open barrel.

The girls who had just gotten out of the carriage held their skirts in their hands and nodded to the men they knew or didn't know, with bright smiles on their faces, looking dignified and elegant. The men were not so settled, their eyes swept around like hunters, eager to find their own prey, and finally half of them stopped their eyes on the body of the little goblin Viola, the plump upper circumference that could not be held in one hand, the slender and charming waist, and the curved and firm buttocks, which made people's hearts ripple.

Some men and boys who were obsessed with Viola's beauty gave her a nickname: the first beautiful butt in Hill Town, such a buttocks that even the Earl of Eston, who was over half a hundred years old, couldn't help but glance at her.

The Earl of Eston was quite serious most of the time, standing in front of the door with his hands on crutches, greeting and greeting each of the invited guests.

"Oh, dear Miss Barbara, you have grown so much that you have been staying in Frankfurt for the last few years, are you still used to living there?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Jonah, how is the firearms market lately? No, I've heard that there's been a war going on in the east, and I'm about to fight. ”

"Hey, don't listen to those poor white guys who are idle all day and have nothing to do, they know a! With the Duke's army and the Rhine as a barrier, the Turkish beard can't get by. ”

As soon as the talk of war began, the men all joined in, and they all wanted to express their unique opinions, so that they could get the admiring eyes of the girls, even though they knew nothing about the war.

By this time, Hans had taken Dilla around the back of the manor, where there was a rusty abandoned iron gate, about four meters high, buried in the wild green creepers. This is the most inconspicuous corner of the estate, which was used as a winery in the early years, but when the lavender business became more and more prosperous, the Count had the vineyards all over the mountain plowed and planted with lavender, and the land was abandoned. According to Hans's long scouting, the guards did not pay attention to the area, and only patrolled every two hours.

The kitchen was already busy, and the smell of burnt meat was gradually wafting away, and Hans narrowed his eyes and moved his nose, his face full of intoxication, it was really fragrant. It seems that since the summer, I haven't tasted meat for two months, and I harvest a lot of prey every day, but I have taken it to the town to change gunpowder, and I don't know why my father has been hoarding gunpowder recently.

Smelling the smell of meat, Hans quickly tied the iron hook to the rope with his hands and feet, and with a flick of his hand, the iron hook hung impartially on the top edge of the iron door, and he grabbed the rope a few times and climbed up, which was the basic ability of a hunter, and Dilla was a little more difficult than him, but it was not difficult.

Sneaking into the manor, Hans poked two holes in the cloth bag prepared in advance, and Dilla wondered, "What are you doing, it will leak!"

"Who said I'm going to use it for stuff. ”

Hans put the cloth bag on his head, just through the hole to reveal two pure eyes: "So that if you are found, you will not be recognized." ”

Deira: ......

The iron door was not far from the kitchen, just across an open field, and Hans looked left and right to see that there was no one, and slipped into the warehouse behind the kitchen, as if he had plunged into paradise on earth.

Grilled meats, leg of lamb, cheese, coveted Frankfurter smoked sausages...... Before he could swallow his saliva, Hans quickly grabbed the slippery sausage and stuffed it into his pocket, stuffing as much stuff as he could.

Just as he was snickering, a sudden angry shout came from behind him: "What are you doing, my God!"

Hans froze for a moment, his face changed, and he turned his head tremblingly, and saw a fat cook with an even fatter rabbit in his hand, which, judging from his physique, was probably not able to beat him.

Hans shrank back, only to see the cook glare: "I've never seen such a bad little worker of yours, let you get something so embarrassed, do you have long eyes, they all fall to the ground, this is an expensive frankfurter, quickly pick it up for me and send it to the front! Also, take off the broken bag from your head, thinking that then I will not recognize it and not deduct your wages?"

Hans:???

Today, the Earl of Eston invited a few hundred people to a banquet, and the cooks of the manor were too busy to do so, so they hired some small workers from the town to help, very cheap, a few coppers a day. The little worker and the cook didn't know each other, and they were so busy that they didn't have time to recognize people, so the fat cook regarded Hans and the others as small workers.

Seeing that the two of them were still wooden, the fat cook blew up: "Why don't you go soon?!"

Hans came back to his senses, and dragged the dazed Dilla to the kitchen to deliver sausages, originally just to steal something, but now it was good, and he couldn't leave if he wanted to.

The kitchen is very busy, full of all kinds of smells and noises, there are more than a dozen small workers just washing the vegetables, and there are as many as twenty or thirty of them, some of the chefs are responsible for frying the steak, some have to deal with the rabbit meat, and a few are concentrating on sprinkling seasoning on the roast leg of mutton, the tender mutton is charred and fragrant, this is the most critical dish today, only for the guests with higher status to taste.

The chef is a middle-aged man who supervises every process in the kitchen, with a high nose and a calm demeanor and a unique shrewdness in his eyes. He was a native of France, who came here to escape the war during the Hundred Years' War, and the Count of Eston took a fancy to his outstanding taste and hired him as head chef for a good commission.

Seeing Hans wandering around the kitchen with a bunch of sausages in his arms, the chef beckoned to him: "Oh, boy, come to me." ”

Hans walked briskly, and the chef picked up a sausage and sniffed it on the tip of his nose, nodded in satisfaction, and then cut it with a knife into slices as thick as copper, and skillfully arranged them in a circle on the plate, sprinkling a spoonful of sweet sauce in the middle.

"Child, take it to the second room on the left side of the third floor of the building ahead, Miss Viola has just sent someone to ask for it. ”

Hans was stunned: "...... Viola?"

"yes, don't say you don't know her, there's anyone in the whole town who doesn't covet her ass, and to be honest I want to go over and send it myself. The chef laughed.