The fragrance is empty and the wine lingers......

The Counts and Countesses of Bonarroti smiled at Ernst, who was squinting and tasting wine, and only withdrew their gaze after a moment under the scorching gaze of Ernst who opened his eyes.

"The red wine of the Esposito family?"

"That's right, the old Count of Esposito was originally the royal winemaker of His Majesty Vittorio Emanuele II, and was canonized as a count for his contribution to the War of Unification, and the current Count of Esposito is his son."

"This bottle should be a wine bar from the time of the old Count of Esposito!"

If it is a red wine that the Esposito family now has in their winery, then there is no reason why Ernst should not drink it in the Vatican.

"This is one of the three bottles he gave to my father during the War of Unification of Northern Italy in 1858, a red wine made by the old Count of Esposito."

After shaking for a while, Ernst couldn't help but take another sip and said with emotion: "Superb good thing!" ”

Seeing that Ernst liked Count Bonarroti so much, he didn't want to disappoint him, and said with a smile: "Actually, there are many more in the Esposito family, and I think if Prince Ernst asks for it himself, he has no reason not to give it." ”

"Begging for ...... Although I have the advantage of age, I still can't do such a thing. ”

Although Ernst is very mature, he can't stand the fact that he is a six-year-old boy, and if he asks for it like this, I believe that no one will say that Prince Ernst is not a gentleman, only that Prince Ernst is cute.

And these words made the Count of Bonarroti and the beautiful countess chuckle, and only two little girls were left on the table, looking at the chuckling Count Bonarroti and the wry-smiling Ernst very puzzledly.

In the midst of ridicule and laughter, the main meal was served, a steak and a small bowl of soup.

Cutting the steak, Ernst turned to Count Bonaroti and asked, "Is it possible that the Esposito family will meet along Florence to Austria?" ”

Hearing this, the Count of Bonaroti could not help chuckling again, and he naturally understood what Ernst meant, and saw if there was any chance to ask for two bottles of red wine.

"I'm sorry Prince Ernst, maybe you need to pay a special visit to Count Esposito next time, he is a generous man who will not disappoint you."

"That's not really good news."

"That's true."

The Count of Bonarroti and the Lady exchanged glances and laughed again, and the two angelic daughters also looked at each other, but they only had doubts in their eyes, and they did not know what the Count of Bonarroti and his wife were laughing at.

Although they really wanted to ask, they were really not suitable to speak on such an occasion, so they could only keep their doubts in their hearts and prepare for the banquet to disperse before asking.

Tasting the steak, Ernst talked to Count Bonaroti about some things about the Vatican, especially some interesting things, and Countess Bonaroti didn't interject and talked about some interesting things about the estate.

Speaking of Parker's butler, Count Bonaroti's words made Ernst a little shocked: "Parker's butler is actually a soldier, which I really didn't expect, I always thought that he was from a family of butlers." ”

Butler Parker smiled at Ernst and saluted, which was not an appropriate occasion for him to speak, so he could only smile and salute to thank Ernst for his compliment.

"Naturally not, Parker Butler was originally a subordinate officer of General Graziani, General Graziani and my father were close friends, and then Parker Butler has been serving as my personal valet, some time ago the old butler died of illness, Parker Butler took over the position of butler."

"General Graziani?"

"Admiral Graziani, who once served as the kingdom's undersecretary of war."

Although it is still not clear who it refers to, the official position of general and deputy minister of war can't help but make Ensette nod, there are several military bigwigs in the Kingdom of Italy.

After chatting for a while, after dinner, Parker's butler took Ernst to the bedroom to rest, and only then did Bert appear in front of him, looking at Bert Ernst, who had obviously been waiting for a while, and asked, "Are Kurt and Mrs. Beoulay all arranged?" ”

"It's all arranged, but there aren't enough stables here, and some horses need to stay outside."

"It's just one night, but just prepare some more straw and food, although we have some spare horses, but try not to consume them on the road."

Helping Ernst fold his clothes, Bert nodded that he was accustomed to the similarity of his little master, and after another look at the room, Bert closed the door and left with confidence.

Nothing to say all night:

Because he was in a hurry yesterday, Ernst slept comfortably at night, and when he woke up in the morning, he was full of energy and wanted to relax.

As he had to have breakfast, Ernst looked at the time and pulled the bell of the service, and soon Bert appeared in front of him.

"Good morning bert."

"Good morning, Lord Count."

Looking at Bert, who was helping him dress, Ernst remembered one thing at this time: "There is no problem with the military horses!" ”

"No problem, Butler Parker has a good way of dealing with such a thing, but Butler Parker also expressed Count Bonaroti's apologies for this matter."

Ernst smiled when he heard this: "I originally thought that only the English aristocracy was enough to be gentlemen, but now it seems that the Italian aristocracy is also like this." ”

"The same is true of the nobles of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, my Earl."

Ernst smiled lightly when he understood what he was doing, and Bert, who recalled Ernst's various behaviors, suddenly turned red, and it seemed that Bert also found that what he had just said was too explicit and false.

"You're kind too, Bert."

Still, the more Ernst said this, the more Bert felt that he had violated the standard of a gentleman's butler, and he felt a little sorry for the teachers who taught him, and bowed his head in guilt.

Ernst was no longer suitable for such a thing, shook his head and prepared to go out for a walk, although the ice forest was colder, it was still very good to take a walk and watch the snow scene.

I was a little tired last night and didn't take a good look at this manor, but now it's really good, it is worthy of a family that has been inherited for two hundred years.

The manor is about three floors, and there is a basement below, which is mainly the work of the servants and the kitchen, storeroom, etc., and they enter and exit through the back door, and the front door is only accessible to the master and guests.

The hall on the first floor is supposed to be the servant's room, but their room is connected to the main hall with only a small passageway, and the host and guests are generally not allowed to go.

Ernst's guards lived either in the servants' rooms on the second floor or on the third floor, but none of them could go directly to the second and third floors on the side of the guests and hosts, and the only way to pass was to go up the stairs from the first floor to the hall on the first floor.

Bert had just hurried down from the third floor to the first floor, and then to the second floor to Ernst's room, which was a troublesome task, but it avoided something that many nobles did not want to see.