As the first lord in the history of Hammondal, and even in the entire history of the Erathia continent, to be violently attacked by the lords on the first day of his tenure, the thirteenth lord of Hammondal, Chen Jian, was secretly called the "beaten lord" by the lords.

—Excerpt from "A Study of the Lords of Hammondal"

On July 19, 1171 in Erathia calendar, the lords of Hammondale welcomed their new lord, and although the lords had no reason to be happy about the arrival of the new lord, both historically and realistically, the arrival of the new lord made the lords laugh out loud and remarkable.

The cause of the incident first stemmed from the extremely embarrassed image of the lord himself and his tragic encounter, but in the end, it was the earth-shattering punch of the innkeeper Christie, which was so powerful, so accurate, so deadly, so full of the bitterness of the lords for many years, and directly knocked the new lord to the ground.

The farce ended with the fainting new lord being dragged into the castle by a carriage, and the daring innkeeper being thrown into prison by Lord Fowlersh, waiting for the lord's fate.

The only thing that made the lords feel sad about the whole incident was that they didn't know what the lord would do with the innkeeper, and if this new lord had the same temper as Lord Markham, I am afraid that the always timid and cautious Christie would be unlucky, and maybe he would anger the other lords and Lord Forlesh, which was not happy for everyone.

Until nightfall, the people of the entire territory were still talking about it, and the gossip soul of the people of Hammondale was ignited, and all kinds of speculation and rumors were flying in the sky.

And the new lord was chased by the big-eared monsters to the point of losing his armor and relying on a big striptease to escape from the desert and finally be rescued by the heroic lord's guards.

Old Kobe's tavern was a booming night, with a record turnover, and finally had to be mixed with water to barely satisfy the customers' excessive demand for alcohol.

Tonight's Hammondale is destined to be a sleepless night.

Except for the lord who has just woken up from his slumber.

The first thing the lord did when he woke up was to take a good bath.

"It's so comfortable!"

Jian Chen soaked his entire body in the bath, with only his head exposed above the water. The fatigue of the whole body was stimulated by the hot water, and it seemed to dissipate a lot.

I didn't expect that old guy from Markham to be so good at enjoying it, and he actually built such a big bath in the castle, in Chen Jian's eyes, in his original world, it was not too much to call this bath a swimming pool.

With so much hot water, it's not a hot spring, so how much firewood does it take to burn it? The old guy is really a loser, but Jian Chen likes it very much.

I just don't know what good things the old guy left for himself, and tomorrow it is necessary to let Mr. Fu report to himself.

It's better to relax tonight.

"Mr. Fu! Fortune Manager! ”

Hearing the call of the lord, the old butler ran in at a trot: "Master, what are your orders?" ”

"I asked the kitchen to get some delicious food, and I just got up and was itchy, so I ran to take a shower, and I forgot that I hadn't eaten anything for a day." Chen Jian smiled, I haven't had a good meal for many days, and now I have the front belly against the back belly, and if I don't eat something, I'm afraid I will become the first lord in history to starve to death.

"Master, the meal is ready, I will lead you over after you wash it."

"Okay? Then I'll go over now, you go out first! ”

"Yes, sir!"

Watching the old butler walk out backwards and slowly, Lord Chen Jian felt a comfortable thing in his heart, this housekeeper is really good, he thinks of everything, he doesn't have to worry about it, no wonder so many people want to be lords, it turns out that someone can be called and drunk by himself is such a thing, power, power, it is really fascinating.

I took the clothes prepared by the old butler on the side and saw that they were made of high-quality gold satin, although it was a little old, but it was gorgeous.

"Let's do it, I'll make a few decent sets tomorrow." Putting on clothes casually, Chen Jian walked out of the bathroom with a big grin, and was about to ask the old housekeeper to lead the way to the dining room, but was stopped by the old housekeeper.

"Master, as a nobleman, a lord, your clothes are really too casual, as your faithful butler, I can't let you appear in front of the public so disheveled, this will damage your majesty!"

The old butler's serious tone revealed a taste that could not be refused, Chen Jian looked himself up and down, although it was a little casual, but it couldn't be called untidy, right? couldn't help laughing and said, "Manager Fu, I'm just going to eat in my own dining room now, don't you have to be so grand?" ”

The old butler shook his head resolutely and said: "Master, there are still subordinates in the castle, and it is not okay to damage your image in front of your subordinates, as a lord and a nobleman, you should always pay attention to your own clothing, this is the basic literacy!" ”

"I'm dying of hunger, let's go eat first!"

"Master, as a lord and a nobleman, even if you are about to die, you should keep your clothes neat and tidy!" The old butler was surprisingly stubborn.

"You ......" Jian Chen was angry for a while, he finally understood why Mr. Fu was so capable while Mark Ham kept him to himself, such an old man nagging in his ear every day is not something anyone can stand.

After some disputes, the lord returned to the bathroom to rearrange his clothes, the old butler's persistence in dressing up was simply unreasonable, no matter how much Chen Jian coerced and lured him to no avail.

If it weren't for the fact that the master of the skill was not stable, he would be the first to fire you! Chen Jian was ruthless in his heart, but his movements were not slow, he was too hungry.

Finally, after returning to the bathroom three times to arrange his clothes, the old butler finally reluctantly approved the lord's clothes and led the lord to the dining room.

Chen Jian sat on the main seat with a golden knife, holding a knife and fork in both hands, with a look of anticipation. The old butler waved the servants to stand down, and took it upon himself to uncover the lid on the table for the lord, his technique was so skillful and elegant that he knew at a glance that he was a professionally trained professional.

Looking at the food on the table in a daze, Jian Chen didn't say anything for a while.

The old butler was a little embarrassed, coughed and said, "This, master, please eat!" It's a bit basic, but it tastes good. ”

"Mr. Fu, you're not playing with me, are you?" The new lord trembled with popularity, his forehead was bruised, he pointed to the food on the table, and said angrily: "Do you let the master eat such things?" Is this a dispatch called Hanako? Look down on the master, right? Don't think that skills can't cure you! ”

On the huge and luxurious high-quality fragrant wood dining table, a plate of bread, a small pot of wine, and a few pitiful vegetarian dishes looked so dazzling in the bright candlelight. Although Jian Chen is from another world, he has been in the world of Erathia for almost three years, and he can't fail to see that these foods are just foods that ordinary poor people eat.

The old butler knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Your Excellency is angry! It's not that the villain is embarrassed, but the villain really has no choice! How dare the villain look down on you, Lord Lord! I can't help it! In a hurry, he even forgot the title of master, and habitually used the word "adult", although he didn't understand what the lord's mouth called Hanako was, but it was certain that it was definitely not a good word.

"No way? What do you mean no way? Should a nobleman, a lord, eat only such food? The lord slapped the dining table with a shocking sound, "Lao Fu, Lao Fu, just now you mentioned to me what kind of dignity of a noble lord, but now you are backsliding, okay, tell me, what is the reason for you to treat a lord like this, if you don't tell me one, two, three, four, five tonight, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!" ”

The old housekeeper said sadly: "My lord is angry, in fact, this is the way it is......"

In the old housekeeper's narration of tears and snot, Jian Chen finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.

If you want to say this, you really can't blame the old butler Fowler, everything is the ghost of the previous lord Markham. Since this cunning old fox decided to give up Hammondal, he has begun to transfer his property in a planned way, and not only that, but the former lord who slammed the door to the edge also did something that did not conform to aristocratic tradition and greatly lost the dignity of the nobility - he sold almost everything in the castle that could be sold, if the old butler hadn't found out in time and resolutely stopped the pleading, I was afraid that Chen Jian, the new lord, would only see dust in the castle now.

In short, what Jian Chen inherited from Markham was nothing more than the title of a lord and a small castle, and as for money, it was not a son.

"You mean that I just have such a large piece of land and such a big house now, and I don't even have a penny in the bank?" The lord was a little dumbfounded.

After doing it for a long time, it turns out that the revolution has not yet succeeded? Thinking of Markham's strange smile at the time of parting, he suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"I said, Mr. Fu, you should get up first!" Graciously helped the old butler up from the ground and let him sit on a dining chair, Chen Jian asked cautiously: "Although I don't have money now, as a lord, I can tax the people, right, so won't I have money?" ”

"This ......," the old butler hesitated a little.

Chen Jian was anxious, and grabbed the old butler's shoulder: "Lao Fu, don't do this or that, what is going on?" You can make it clear! ”

"In fact, Hammondal's taxes have always been collected once a year, and this year's taxes have ......."

Chen Jian was overjoyed when he heard this: "It's already been accepted?" Mr. Fu is really capable! ”

Then he was puzzled: "No, if I accept it, I should have money now, why would you let me eat such a thing?" It's hard to ......"

He was a little afraid to think about it anymore.

The old butler nodded lightly, affirming the lord's ominous premonition: "I took it in, but it was all taken away by Lord Markham!" ”

There are still five months left until the next spring, which means that our new lord will have to wait at least five months if he wants to collect taxes, and in these five months, the lord will not have a penny of income.

"Goddamn old bastard!"

With a roar of rage, Grand Lord Chen Jian fell to the ground again.

On July 19, 1171 in Erathia Calendar, on the night of his first day in office, Chen Jian, the thirteenth lord of Hammondal, fainted in the castle dining room due to overwork due to overwork during a meal.

—Excerpt from The History of Hammondale