When the Lothair approached the small town of Bayonne, it was already evening, because the sun was about to set, and the Lothair did not enter the harbor immediately, but stopped in the deep water outside the harbor and waited for the response from the harbor.

The Lothair is a slender high-speed sailing ship, ideal for high-speed sailing on the oceans, but it has a deep draft and is relatively inflexible in steering, and it cannot be as casual as a small sailing ship when entering and exiting the port, especially at night when the light is insufficient.

The lookout post at the port of Bayonne had seen the Lothair very early, he had probably not seen the expensive "scissorheads", but he knew the flag of the Chevalier family on the mainmast, and the loud sound of the bell soon alarmed the managers in the port, and the quiet and peaceful town soon became noisy, and the dotted torches and lanterns began to gather from inside and outside the town to the port, converging into sparks in patches.

Several small boats quickly sailed out of the harbor, and the leading one sailed straight towards the Lothair, and a few people stood under the torches at the bow, apparently specially to greet the lord of the Charles.

The ship began to slow down when it was a few hundred meters away from the Lothair, and as soon as it got close to the Lothair, a man with a loud voice shouted to the Charles: "Dear Earl, welcome to your loyal knight Montero and his subordinate Prome!"

Charles bowed slightly, even if he accepted the visit of his subordinates, the lord must have the lord lord's shelf, if it is not an important matter, there is basically no need to say anything to them, and the housekeeper Roy will communicate with them for himself.

Roy, the old butler, quickly instructed them to lead the way, and sailed safely with the Lothair into the harbor.

"Roy, Montero and Promi are still in charge of military and government affairs?" Charles searched in his mind for a long time, but only found a few fragments of memory.

"Yes, Master, Montero is the commander and sheriff of the garrison of Bayonne, with thirty cavalry and two hundred standing troops, and Baron Prome is the magistrate, who is mainly responsible for the management of the city and the port. ”

"Well, so who's in charge of the taxes and finances?"

“.......”

Roy was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the current Charles was not what it used to be, and that Charles Chevalier in the past would never ask about such "trivial matters".

"Master, the taxes and finances of Bayonne are managed by your financial steward, Baron Basel, the appointed man of the old Marquis, who has served the family since his great-grandparents, and who is absolutely loyal to you. ”

Charles nodded, the dead Marquis of Lorraine was still very level, and knew the good management strategy of the separation of powers in the military, government, and finance.

Now Bayonne is his most important foundation, he must get familiar with the situation as soon as possible, and firmly control this rich territory in his own hands, and must not be like Lorraine's side, until his subordinate nobles rebelled and he did not know.

"Roy, pick one of each of the three of their direct nephews and turn them into my personal knight or as Olive Live's schoolmate, and bring them to Sennar City, understand?"

Charles thought about it and decided to adopt the method passed down from his ancestors, taking the son as a hostage.

"Oh...... Master, the son of Baron Promie is your steward of the estate on the outskirts of the royal capital, and the daughter of Baron Basel is the lady-in-chief of Miss Olive and the son of Montero...... I followed you into Sbaia the other day and was killed in battle......"

“.......”

"Killed in battle?"

"But don't worry, master, as far as I can judge, Montero will soon choose another son to follow you, and I think it should be his youngest son, Brute. ”

Charles almost covered his face with his hands, ashamed to death, who said that the ancient Caucasian people were all ignorant fools?

"Ahem, Ahem, Bayona is a seaport city, don't always think about digging in the soil to eat, think about how to attract other merchants to do business with us, only by developing trade can we make more money......"

"Well, look at this harbor, it's dead just after dark, how can this work? Go tell Promi to make a large number of floating beacons to place on both sides of the safe channel, and we will make sure that strange ships can dock in the dark.......

Roy's face was a little strange, "Master, let strange ships enter the harbor at night....... Fear of pirates coming in, which was a common occurrence in the past, and now no seaport on the entire west coast dares to open at night......"

"Pirates, are our armies for nothing? Can't we build a few warships? We can't afford to miss the opportunity to build the first harbor that never sleeps on the West Coast because we're afraid of pirates.......

Charles stubbornly chattered, using cruel words to maintain his face, but seeing Roy's face slowly wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

"Roy, do you think I'm ...... Is that nonsense?"

"No, you're right, master, it's just ...... We're short of money now....." Roy breathed a sigh of relief, his master was still sensible, at least knowing that he was talking nonsense just now.

"Isn't it just money? Don't worry, Roy, I don't dare to say anything else, I still have some ways to make money. ”

“........”

Roy's face has a tendency to change to the shape of a chrysanthemum.

The slender Lothair finally landed lightly on the dock, and the crew neatly threw the cable to secure the hull, and tied the noble carriage fixed on the deck, suspended it with the ship's boom, and moved steadily to the shore.

The horses in the cabin on the ground floor were also led out by the grooms and knights, kicking the horses' hooves and snorting, and preparing to disembark in a bit of a chaotic manner.

This is the hypocrisy of the aristocracy, just like the heads of state in the previous life of the Charles, who brought their own exclusive cars wherever they visited.

The wooden gangway hung down, and the knights led the blindfolded horses carefully disembarked, and Oliv, who had been resting in the cabin, also stepped out, standing one step behind Charles, deliberately highlighting the status of Charles, the lord of the lord.

From this point of view, the little girl is very regular, she is sticky when she should be clingy, dignified when she should be dignified, and her eldest brother will never steal the limelight.

Charles tilted his head slightly to look at his sister, who looked serious and cold, and couldn't help but rub her carefully combed hair mischievously, causing the little girl to roll her eyes and be unhappy.

"Charles, you are a lord, you must pay attention to your identity, you must be majestic and solemn!"

"Mm-hmm, I see, my good sister!" said Charles, nodding hurriedly, and based on his experience, Olive would explain to him the rules of being a nobleman tonight or tomorrow.

Roy leaned over from the side and asked Charles a little curtly, "Master, do you want to prepare some...... Reward?"

"Huh?"

Charles was a little puzzled, but he looked into the corner of Roy's eye and realized that the guy wasn't actually asking himself, but asking Olive about it.

Olive straightened her hair, waved her little hand, and the maid behind her carried a small wooden box, which should be quite heavy looking at her struggling.

Roy reached out and took it, stepping back behind the two.

Charles and Olive finally disembarked and were met by several of the Realm Administrators, who led them to ride out on the big black horse to the small town of Bayonne.

A large number of people gathered at the dock dodged the road and welcomed Charles, and rows of torches extended along the road into the distance, which was very ceremonial, but there was no warm cheer of "welcome, welcome, warm welcome", only the dullness of bowing their heads and not daring to look directly at these big people, which made Charles a little uncomfortable.

Roy opened the small wooden box, reached inside and grabbed a large handful of things, and Charles realized that it was full of coins, and by the color, most of them were copper coins, but also some small silver coins.

"The Earl rewards you with ......"

A handful of coins were thrown away by Roy, and the dreary atmosphere finally became warm, and people looked down with torches to look for them, and there was finally a sincere smile on their worried faces.

"I wish the lord good health ......."

"Thank you, gracious Earl, for your generosity ......"

"May the gods bless, Lord Count is getting more and more handsome......."

A low chant of prayer reached Charles's ears, and he was once again emotional.

"Throughout the ages, those who give out red envelopes are uncles!"