Early the next morning, seven or eight fully loaded carriages slowly drove out of the Renault estate following closely behind the two dozen knights.

This is not a moving scene.

Young Siegfried wanted to go to the beach to experience the white pelican hunting characteristic of the Caribbean summer to pass the long time before the dinner.

That's good.

Mr. Renaud was relieved that his students could have a healthy hobby of life, instead of indulging in fine wine and beds like the decadent children of the aristocracy.

It's just that health often comes at a price......

Last night, when Young Master Siegfried came to inform Mr. Renault of his itinerary, although he had repeatedly ordered him to be simple and low-key, his subordinate, the small, golden-hearted Baron Pitorio, secretly stuffed a travel list into Mr. Renault's palm.

Marching stove, full set of cooking utensils, fine cutlery made of silver or porcelain, spices, ingredients, wine, tea, coffee, chaise longues, smokeless charcoal, sun umbrellas and tents......

There are also hunting dogs, as well as chefs and chefs who are good at French cuisine.

It is worthy of being the genuine young master of the Emperor's noble family, this kind of "simple outing" is several grades higher than the daily life of Renault Manor in terms of specifications, relying only on the existing resources at hand, Mr. Renault has no possibility to complete the preparation before dawn, and even the simplest carriage is not enough!

Mr. Reynaud retreated, and at one point he wanted to put on the example of his elders and persuade Siegfried to live "a little more simply, a little more simply."

At that moment, however, the leader of the guard, who had smashed the door, appeared, and was appointed by the little Baron Pitorio, to kindly tell Monsieur Renault that if the manor could not prepare these little things for a while, he could go to the ship and get them.

Malicious taunts that almost overflowed......

Sure enough, even after more than 20 years of leaving Europe, those harsh retinues are still the most annoying cancer in aristocratic culture.

Poor Mr. Reynolds had no way out, so he had to lick his old face and use all his connections to visit nine old friends one after another, so that he could prepare everything he needed before the dawn came, and passed the test of the little nasty ghost.

At least, most of it passed......

At dawn, the little nasty ghost stood with a cold face in front of the bone china tableware that Renault's family was most proud of, holding a pure white silk handkerchief in his hand, and wiping his fingers nervously.

This gesture lasted for a long time, and then he beckoned the head of the guard to his side and muttered a few words softly.

The head of the guard walked up to Monsieur Reynaud embarrassedly and said, "Sir, the Baron has ordered me to thank you for your hard work all night. He said that although the quality of these things was a little worse, most of them were barely handed over to the owner, except for wine and porcelain, which were too inferior. ”

The corners of Mr. Renault's mouth twitched fiercely: "His opinion? Since it's his opinion, why should you convey it! ”

"Uh...... Because he doesn't speak French? ”

The malice was completely overflowing.

Mr. Reynaud is convinced that if someone cuts this little nasty side open, he will be black from the inside out, like those unbelievers who have been cultivated by pagans in church legends!

But Mr. Reynaud could not be angry about it.

The social structure of France was such that the royal family and the rare French aristocracy constituted the first estate, the ordinary aristocracy as the backbone formed the second estate, the propertied and low-ranking nobles like Monsieur de Reynaud constituted the third estate, and the commoners, workers, peasants, and vagabonds constituted the fourth......

Flattery was a common rule of life in France, and Monsieur Renaud never imagined that he would get some kindness from his childhood pegeon.

Not to mention...... Those beautiful oriental porcelain, and the 100-pound Porto wine......

The precious things that the leader of the guards took out at his hands reminded Mr. Renault that what the little nasty wanted was really just Siegfried's ordinary daily life, and had nothing to do with the so-called troubles.

Thanks to the Almighty and Merciful Lord, who would have almost forgotten what the class divide really looked like without the presence of the little nuisance!

Mr. Reynolds prayed as he watched the hunting convoy slowly move away, and suddenly began to look forward to tonight's feast, and to the impact he would once again launch on the superior world after thirty years.

"Dress...... Gown! Go and take out my best dress, my pocket watch, gloves, swords, feathers, and show me them all with a magnifying glass! Tonight's banquet must be foolproof! ”

……

At the same time, hunting convoys.

The dashing Yacharin rode a pure white steed at the head of the procession, he was dressed in a new riding suit, colorful like a budgie peculiar of the South American jungle, his short flaxen-colored hair was naturally curled with a curling iron, and the two maids were very good at their work, and so was their perm, and the same was true of their bed.

Behind him were Lorraine, Henna, and Pierce, who followed Acharin in an inverted pattern, dressed as usual, but the horses under him had long since been replaced by native steeds of the Americas.

Not only them, but the whole cavalry had returned the inferior horses to the leased firms, and the horses were now kindly sponsored by Mr. Reynolds, although not indicated on the list, but Mr. Reynolds took the initiative to believe that only handsome and tall horses were worthy of Siegfried's elegant demeanor.

It was still far from the eastern part of the city, and news came from the city that Zilned and Miss Emily were still in the process of preparing for the trip, so the team was unhurried, and the four of Lorraine were strolling around, chatting about it without a ride.

Little Pierce frowned: "Brother, why do you have to tell the truth to Mr. Renault in the early hours of the morning?" ”

"Honestly? What did I say? ”

"I don't speak French......"

Henna snorted and laughed, "You said it? ”

Lorraine nodded innocently: "You see, the ordinary French nobleman Baron Pittorio can't speak French, anyway, Mr. Renault won't believe it, just say it, it doesn't matter." ”

Pierce snorted and dismounted: "What if he believes it?" ”

"Pierce, French and Spanish are the lingua franca of high society, just as important as English, and after this experience, you should know your shortcomings." Lorraine lowered his face and began to preach, "This time the matter is in a hurry, the only people on the Golden Deer who can fluently use French are me and Acharin, Carmen, Karen, Daniel and even Wang happen to be not on the ship, this is our weakness." ”

"The sailors who play the role of guards can give themselves a rigorous style and few words, but you can't do it. You are not dumb, and this problem must be solved in advance. ”

What is the best excuse? Our great ancestors taught us that the best excuse is to let the other person make excuses for themselves. You convey your opinion through me when you should have accosted, and Monsieur Reynaud will find himself a reason for this unnatural behavior, whether it be that you are shy, afraid of life, or black-bellied, arrogant, or even contemptuous, whatever it is, you have enough reason to continue to remain silent in the rest of the social interactions, and as for the reasons, the squires of Leloran will make reasonable use of them. ”

"You're really thinking about it that much?"

Lorraine shrugged noncommittally, without acknowledging or denying it.

Acharin Lerma, who was in front of him, took half a step back and interjected, "Captain, over there, in the east, do you still let me play as I please?" ”

Lorraine chuckled disdainfully.

"Let it go, polite young master Siegfried. I'm sure you're a professional, and as for what bad impression you'll leave on the men in the town...... With your design, I really can't think of anyone you need to be restrained and low-key with this town. ”

"Heroes, see the same."