In the name of God, Romon pondered.

He didn't know much about Innis, the goddess of love and beauty, only in the limited information he had heard.

It is said that she is the goddess who has mastered love, beauty, and **, and legend has it that she has had romantic relationships with many gods, and is also the embodiment of the mortal, one of the goddesses who has the most ** union with mortals In the city of Aps, there is a temple of this goddess, but Romon has never been there, and as for being in the countryside, there are not many of her altars, which are far inferior to the goddess of abundance.

At this moment, Miss Yiya's dance was over, and the next step was the dance of the others.

Romon was a little tasteless, the characters in the baron's hall were not lords but also knights, his status was still poor, and it was the first time he participated, and there was no one he knew, so of course no one talked to him.

Romon looked around and estimated that this hall was on the west side of the residence, and this hall was large enough to hold banquets and balls, as well as a place to summon the officials of the territory.

There were windows open on all sides, and large panes of glass were used, but now the curtains were drawn.

The hall was still full of people, and servants kept bringing snacks and drinks, and a butler secretly commanded it.

Romon stayed a little longer, felt bored, and strolled out of the hall, which was darker outside, and the lawn connected to the garden.

Romon glanced at it, and suddenly saw two familiar people, this was because Romon had stimulated dark vision last time, and was able to see things clearly in the dark.

That was Baron Galle and Miss Ia.

Miss Yiya had already changed into a dance dress and put on a dress with a pink belt around her waist, but this kind of dress, separated from the top and bottom, made her breasts even more high, and her thighs loomed.

Romon glanced at it, quickly avoided it, and returned to the hall, even if no one spoke to him, it was better than peeking at others.

Gradually, Luo Meng saw something about the situation, in the hall, these nobles and knights, speaking politely, but full of subtlety, looking carefully, these people were divided into several small circles, each clustered with a group of people.

People of different races are faintly separated, and although they greet each other, no one can insert each other into their ranks.

Romon was watching with relish, and had some of the most superficial understanding of the aristocratic world.

"Monsieur Romont, the baron invites you to the study!" and before you knew it, time passed quickly, and suddenly, a butler came up and spoke.

"Oh, I'll go now, can you lead the way?" asked Romon in a daze.

"Monsieur Romon, I'll show you the way, please!" said the butler, leading the way with two quick steps.

Leaving the hall, he went upstairs, and when he reached the door, the butler knocked, and in a moment the door opened, and Romon was able to enter.

With a glance, this is indeed not worthy of the title of the study, the large bookshelves are full of books, and before he can look more, Romon bowed to the baron on the other side of the desk: "Lord Baron!"

"Oh, Romón, don't be polite, sit down!" Baron Galle laid down a paper, and calmed down the apprehensions of his heart, which he had come to entrust to investigate.

"Thank you, sir!" said Romon as he looked at the bookshelves around him.

Baron Galle saw this, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Monsieur Romon, you are interested in books?"

"Yes, my lord, I have always believed that books carry history and knowledge. Romon replied complimentingly: "The books on your shelves are the ones I have seen the most, which is amazing." ”

"Oh, haha, these are the books that my ancestors have accumulated, my grandfather used to be the interior minister of the city of Aps, and he obtained quite a few books during his tenure. The baron laughed, and was more proud of his book collection, in this world, even if he was a nobleman, he could be proud of it.

"You too can succeed your grandfather!" said Rommon, who did not understand this.

"Oh, being an Interior Clerk is just a job, and not everybody is interested in it, especially us, so my father did not inherit the position of Interior Officer, but returned to the realm, and I thought that he might be an advisor to the king or an earl, and a member of the Parliament, but that was all. Baron Galle knew that Romon didn't understand, and he wasn't angry, and shook his head and said.

Luo Meng was puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that in this world, the system of sub-feudalism is implemented, and private territories are sacrosanct, even if they are the king's officials, they cannot point fingers at the people of the counts and viscounts below - in people's territories, the military, politics, justice, and wealth are all the lord's powers, and the king has no right to intervene.

Therefore, the officials did not have much attraction at all, and the various counts served as county guards in name only.

Of course, except in the city, where the management and collection of taxes can be carried out uniformly because of the freemen, this is different, and knowing this, Romon knows that he has asked the wrong question.

"Oh, you are the epitome of true nobility. Romon said complimentally, just a little dry.

"Oh, I'm not, the real type is our lord Viscount Eagle Edel, ha!" Baron Galle shook his head, paused, and then turned the subject to the point: "Oh, Monsieur Romont, do you know what I mean?"

"Lord Baron, I have heard about the problems that have arisen in the realm. Romon said with a sigh.

"Yes, in half of my territory, there is a relative shrinkage of plants, especially this year's wheat, which has been reduced by half!" said the baron, with a solemn expression, even the baron could not afford such a situation for several years in a row, and it must be solved quickly, so he said, "I hope you can investigate and solve this matter." ”

"As you wish, I'll go as soon as you want. Romon nodded and said, "It's just that I need to patrol your territory, and I also hope to get cooperation." ”

"Of course, this is a letter of authorization issued by me, with which you can patrol any farmland and forest in my territory, with the support of the local mayor and village chief, and if necessary, you can also send a territorial guard of no more than thirty people. Baron Galle took out a document that seemed to have been prepared a long time ago and signed it: "You will receive the title of Agricultural Advisor of Galle Territory, valid for half a year, and if you can solve it within this period, you will officially become an agricultural advisor in my Territory." ”

Agricultural advisor, with the same status as the internal affairs officer of the territory, Jafa is the agricultural adviser to Baron Rocas.

"Thank you, sir!" said Romon with a bow, and at the same time he took a heavy bag of things, this is the money, this Baron Galle seems to be more generous.

"Oh, I've reserved you a room in this villa, and a carriage, in the meantime, at your call. Baron Galle said, and after a moment, seeing that Baron Galle had nothing else to say, Romon bowed and left.

Out of the dwelling, in the hallway, Romon opened, and inside were fifty golden gold coins.

"Oh, lovely gold!" said Rommon.

In this world, in this era, there is no market for a certain concept of self-esteem on the earth, and a professional, or even a nobleman, to accept a reward from a superior with his own hands is not only not undignified, but rather a kind of glory and benefit -- honor and benefit are never separated, is it?

Romon was pleased with this, and despised great and undeserved glory on earth.

Still, even so, he put the gold coins in his space.

When I got outside, the butler, who had already been ordered, came up: "Lord Romon, do you want to go and see your room first?"

Accepting the title of agricultural consultant, Romon suddenly changed from a gentleman to an adult.

Romon thought about it, but agreed, and the butler immediately led the way in front, and under his guidance, Romon came to a small room upstairs.

The room is not big, but it is very chic.

The windows are six floor-to-ceiling windows, all of which are glazed to let in plenty of sunlight, but if you prefer darkness, you can close them all with curtains.

There is also a row of bookshelves in the room, and there are some novels and poems on this side for guests to spend time with.

I didn't see the sofa, but I saw the rattan chair, which obviously corresponded to the coming summer.

There was a blanket on the bed and a table and chairs on the opposite side, although it was simple, but it was very elegant, and Romon was very satisfied although he knew that he could not stay here often.

At this time, the servant who followed the butler had stepped forward and lit the candle on the candlestick.

The candlestick was made of bronze, and twelve candles could be inserted into it, and of course, the servant lit only three, but it was enough to illuminate the desk.

Not far away, there is a fireplace, which is naturally not needed now.

"What else do you command, Lord Romon?" asked the butler.

"No need, you bring me the dossier on the territory, especially the most recent one, and serve a cup of coffee, and then it's all right. Romon unceremoniously instructed, "Tomorrow morning, prepare my carriage, and I will go back again." ”

"As you wish!" replied, and the butler withdrew.

After a while, a stack of files was delivered to Romon on his desk, but Romon did not pay attention to the butler's eyes.

In a world where knowledge is power and is monopolized, being able to access archives and intelligence at the first time, rather than stupidly going around like a headless fly on the territory, is wisdom and power in itself.

This kind of behavior, which has been praised as erudite and calm, and is regarded as part of temperament, will soon spread and add some weight and evaluation to Romone.

In the room, Romon didn't care about any of this, and he began to read.

Some secrets of the territory were exposed before his eyes.

With three towns and fifteen villages, plus twenty vassal villages, the baron's domain was large, and there were also large areas of wasteland, which had not been cultivated, but belonged to the baron in name.

Reading this, Romon thought for a moment, but in order to do this, he still needs to go back and invite Miss Avissie.

Presumably, with the cooperation of a druid with a solid foundation like her, she can quickly find out the problem and solve the problem.

There is great power in numbers, and Romon understands this very well, even if it is worth taking part of the credit.

(To be continued)