Glynton is currently under construction, and various expenses are a headache for Bruce, but Sir Wayne visits Glinton and brings Bruce the tax from Locke Manor.

When Bruce's brother James died, Locke Manor also became Bruce's property, but he was not familiar with Locke Manor Bruce, and he didn't know how to collect taxes and how to manage it, at this time Sir Wayne expressed his willingness to manage for Bruce, and Bruce had nothing to worry about this stubborn and loyal knight, so he entrusted him with carte blanche to manage Locke Manor, which could not only concentrate on the development of Grinton, but also show his loyal recognition of Sir Wayne.

"Lord Baron, here is a list of accounts, please take a look." Sir Wayne solemnly handed a piece of parchment to Bruce, this thick stack of parchment opened, only to see that it was densely recorded with every income of the estate, of course, it was by no means the same as later generations, the income of the estate could not be all silver coins, most of them were a few barrels of olives in a certain week, and how many bags of wheat were paid by the tenants of the manor on a certain day.

If Bruce asked for money, he would need to convert these items into silver coins at market prices, and of course Bruce couldn't do such a tedious job himself, so he decided to give it to Anne.

"In addition to these supplies, I have also stockpiled a batch of stones for you, and it is time for you to repair your own residence, Lord Baron." Sir Wayne looked around, and Bruce's lord's house was a rudimentary building made of wood, which was not only unstable, but also the wood was prone to mold and moth, and the damp environment was not good for the body.

"Indeed, it's time for me to fix it." Bruce shrugged his shoulders and poured Sir Wayne a full glass of wine.

"Good wine, Lord Baron, you can go to Locke Manor and rebuild your lord's house, and do it as soon as possible." Sir Wayne tasted the wine and couldn't help but admire.

"Why?" Bruce was slightly surprised, he just felt that he had not yet reached the time to enjoy his stay, so he asked Sir Wayne curiously.

"At the end of the year, your vassals will gather in your mansion and swear allegiance to you, is this a time to test the hospitality and financial resources of a feudal lord, do you want to let them crowd this small house?" Sir Wayne said with a wry smile, it seems that Bruce really did not have a good education as a real lord, and he didn't understand these basic things.

"I see, that's fine." Bruce shook the remnants of wine in his glass, in fact, the number of his retainers was also rising now, and Stukov and the others were living in the village inn, which was not a way in the long run.

Glinton also needed an administrative body, and Bruce decided to use the stone sent by Locke Manor to build a baronial house, which of course could be built with cement, which would definitely improve efficiency.

At this time, Kevin Sr. waited patiently in front of his caravan like a seasoned hunter, and on this day, he neither peddled the false relics nor taught White a lesson.

"Do you think this plan will succeed?" White knocked Erlang's leg, lay on the grass and tilted his head, and asked Kevin Sr.

"Hmph." Holding the carriage in his hand, old Kevin's eyes kept staring in the direction of the castle, and he only snorted softly, neither refuting nor explaining.

"Dengdenden." Suddenly, a horseback galloped from the castle gates, and the horseman stepped over the stone bridge toward the market, and old Kevin was in good spirits, and his eyes followed the horseman, and even White sat up from the grass.

The horseback squire galloped through the crowd in the bazaar, and looked around, a smile appeared on Kevin's face.

The Countess Randall sat on the windowsill with a dome of twelve columns and a window that let in sunlight, and the stone windowsill was a place for people to enjoy the scenery from above, but the countess had no heart to look at the view, and her slender fingers were holding a glass brooch, which Sir Hilton had brought back.

"You mean it was given to you by an old man in the bazaar?" The Countess put the glass brooch back in the wooden box on her lap and asked in disbelief, Sir Hilton was now standing in front of the Countess with his hands on his belt, his burly figure almost like a wall.

"Yes, my mistress." Sir Hilton replied truthfully, when he got it, he didn't take it to heart, but when he returned to his room and opened the box, even a martial artist like him was attracted by this beautiful thing, and the first reaction of the faithful Sir Hilton was to think of such a beautiful thing, which should belong to his own mistress.

"It's so strange, it's neither silver nor crystal, it's warm and beautiful." Countess Randall couldn't help but admire this beautiful brooch, especially the goblin on the brooch, which was vivid, as if it would jump into her palm in the next second.

"Yes, honorable Countess, I am willing to dedicate this thing to you." Sir Hilton said happily to the countess.

"I can't ask for anything from you for nothing, such a beautiful ornament is worth a lot, and I don't know if I have enough silver in my vault, my faithful sir, I give you a manor on the border as a fief, where there is a forest with plenty of prey, so that you can go and hunt with falcons to your heart's content." The Countess Randall didn't want to take advantage of her men, she thought for a moment and said to Sir Hilton.

"Dear Countess, you don't have to do this at all, this is my gift to you." Sir Hilton hurriedly knelt down on one knee and addressed the countess.

"No, Sir Hilton, you know me very well, I will not accept other people's gifts for nothing, if you don't own the estate, I would rather not have this gift." Randall, the Countess, handed the wooden box in his hand to Sir Hilton, who was embarrassed, and he had no choice but to accept the countess's kindness, which also made him a little happy, because he also had a hunting ground.

"It's a pity." Seeing that Sir Hilton had accepted her estate, Countess Randall was also a little happy, but soon she frowned again.

"What's the matter, Countess, if there's anything worrying, tell me, and my sword will be of service to you." Sir Hilton immediately patted his chest and said.

"No, I'm just curious to know the material of this brooch, maybe it's a little curiosity on the part of a woman!" Countess Randall said with a smile.

"It's easy." Sir Hilton said immediately.

"Oh?" Countess Randall looked at him in wonder, although Sir Hilton was excellent in martial arts, but he really responded to the words of the limb and simple mind, this Sir was not a person who could come up with ideas.

"All I have to do is send someone to get the old man who gave me a gift, and ask him, won't I?" Sir Hilton said to the countess.

"Well, that's a good idea, I didn't expect you to be wise, sir." Countess Randall smiled, and she said to Sir Hilton in admiration.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Sir Hilton was about to turn away when he was stopped by Countess Randall.

"Sir, I am going to give a banquet for the acquisition of this precious brooch, and the man who gives you the gift should be treated as a guest, and therefore must not be treated rudely." Countess Randall said.

"Yes, Countess." Sir Hilton knew that when the nobles were happy, they liked to hold banquets for celebrities and nobles to share, and such a precious gift was indeed worthy of a banquet.