Francisco's special enthusiasm, as if the two were really brothers, made Rossi a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, after sitting down around the table, Francisco distanced himself from him without having to be held by him, which was embarrassing.

"Fresh veal steak, try how good my chef is. Rosie watched as the chef stood on the side of the dining cart, and the grill on the dining cart flipped a small veal steak one finger thick and one palm wide back and forth a few times, and it took him no more than three minutes at most. He looked at the steak spilling reddish blood and didn't want to try it.

He doesn't like to eat raw food, even if he goes to a Western restaurant, he has to be medium-cooked, and this piece of his plate seems to be only medium-rare. He fiddled with his knife and fork, "It doesn't seem to be cooked." ”

Francisco looked at the cook, who leaned over and explained, "It's red wine, and the veal steak was marinated in red wine after the Count had decided on breakfast last night." In fact, there are chefs who think that alcohol can help food cook faster, and I think so too. You can try it first, Lord Roshi. ”

Francisco spread his hands and looked at him with a smile, "Look, that's it. ”

Unable to resist the graciousness, Rossi cut a piece from the veal steak and hesitantly took it into his mouth. The delicacy instantly explodes in the mouth and the taste buds begin to dance.

Before that, Rossi didn't know that there was already red wine in this world, and in fact, the only people who could drink red wine were nobles and big businessmen in the true sense of the word. The raw material for making red wine is not grapes, but a kind of fruit berry similar to grapes, which grows under harsh conditions and can only be grown in very few areas. And these areas where berries could be grown were basically divided up by the aristocracy and the big merchants. The small amount of production can only allow them to produce and sell themselves, and it is nonsense to want to sell it, and ordinary people cannot afford to buy or drink.

This fruit berry wine has more aromas and a more mellow flavor than any wine on earth, and it takes a night of time and veal to mix together, and the aroma and flavor of the wine seep into the beef, catalyzing the taste and texture of the beef.

In the past, I often heard the word melt-in-mouth in advertising slogans, but today Rosie has really seen veal that melts in your mouth. With almost no effort, just a few stirs with the tongue, the beef becomes a thick gravy mixed with the liquid and swallows together, and the graceful texture and taste are unforgettable.

"It was delicious, the best veal steak I've ever had. Rosie wiped a trace of soup from the corner of her mouth, and her expression was very sincere.

Francisco was very happy that his family's cook's skills were recognized by Rosie, and his face also lit up, "I'm glad you like it, why don't you live in my house for the time being." The upstairs rooms are ready for an extra stay. ”

Rosie agreed without thinking about it, and after he came into this world, after coming into contact with the nobility, his ambitions began to swell. But this does not mean that the church is not good enough, but that the power of the church has weakened to the extreme. In the current situation, it is already an impossible task to want to become independent and uplifting the church, and the rise of any religion is often accompanied by the strength of an empire, and it is most beneficial to develop under the ruling class of the empire.

As for whether to get rid of the ruling class after development, that is another matter, but at the moment, it cannot be done.

If, if Rossi could become a great nobleman and at the same time be a high-ranking figure in the church, it would be very easy to develop the church. To put it bluntly, if Rossi becomes a big man like a marquis, duke, or even a prince. He would have a vast fiefdom, and in his fiefdom he could make his own laws, and he could propagate the ideas of the church to the greatest extent possible, and the believers would not be able to interfere with it.

A large fiefdom, such as the city of Lyme and the surrounding towns owned by Andiel, had a population of four or five million, to say the least. With so many bases, and under the laws he has made, it is not a joke to want to grow millions of believers, but something that can be done.

Therefore, he needs to get along with the nobles, stand in the camp of Prince Fabio with a clear banner, and work hard to climb up.

The process may be brutal and bloody, but he doesn't regret it.

A man can be poor, but he can't be without ambition.

"Hey, I'll just say that Rosie is a nice guy to work with. Francisco said to his wife Dobella, "Rhona, during Rossi's time in the imperial capital, you have to take him everywhere to play. ”

The eldest daughter, who sat on Francisco's right hand, smiled and nodded to Rossi, "Okay, my father, I'll take care of him." ”

Breakfast includes a bowl of creamy corn bisque in addition to a veal steak, as well as a meal pack. This breakfast cost enough for a commoner family for a month, but it was no more than an ordinary breakfast for the nobles.

"You've killed a lot of people at the Northwest Station, and I've heard about it, it's very interesting. Francisco put his knife and fork on the finished plate, and the servant immediately took it away, and he poured himself a glass of red wine, "You know what? The first thing I felt when I heard about this was that you were more like a nobleman than a priest. I've seen quite a few clergy who enforce certain rules strictly, who are rarely angry, who forbid killing, and who have hardly the slightest temper. Even if it's spit in their face, they'll just wipe it off quietly and then smile and persuade you not to be angry.

I don't like the kind of clergy who seem to be peaceful, they don't look like a living person, they don't have a distinct personality and emotions. But you're different, and I like what you do. ”

Francisco said very seriously, and he did think so, he introduced his wife Dobela, sister-in-law and daughter: "Some time ago, Rossi sent people to the imperial capital to give gifts, but things were stolen at the Northwest Station, how many people did he kill in the Northwest Station in a fit of rage? Twenty or thirty?", he looked at Rosie, "I heard that the blood of the killing was like a river, and the thief led by you was nailed to the wall?"

Lorna exclaimed in an exaggerated wow, her blue eyes stared at Rosie tightly, revealing a coquettish look, "That's cool, did you do it yourself? I mean you killed those guys with your own hands? It's so cool!", she smashed her sister next to her with her arm, "Did you say?"

Her sister Flora nodded quickly, "yes, that's cool, can you elaborate on that?"

Is it cool that Rossi is speechless about the education of the next generation by Francisco and the aristocracy as a whole?

Rosie didn't want to spoil everyone's interest, and explained the matter briefly, and finally Francisco said softly: "What you did was not wrong, if it were me, I would torture them for a month before killing them." This group of despicable thieves dared to do something to the nobles, they were killing themselves, and the local magistrate was also responsible. Of course, this is also the inaction of His Majesty the Emperor, if it were me, I would make it impossible for the entire empire to find a thief. ”

For this kind of red fruit attack on His Majesty the Emperor, Rossi should not have heard it. However, he also learned that the aristocratic class did not have much respect for the imperial family, and dared to directly criticize the high emperor and question his decision.

In the midst of a joke, one of the servants quickly walked up to Francisco and whispered something in his ear, and the latter raised his eyebrows and a gloating smile on his face.

"Lester and little Ronnie got into a fight, because they were almost the same outfit, aha, so many interesting things happened on the first day, it was a surprise, there was a good show. ”

The Victory Day parade has a parade of similar costumes, where people dress up as someone else, maybe some epic hero, maybe some strange creature, and everyone wants to be unique, but that's obviously not possible. The odds of a parade of millions of people not repeating a certain costume are slim to none.

If it is an ordinary person, when you see someone who is dressed the same as yourself, you will at most laugh and even walk together.

But some aristocrats are different, this group of guys who eat and drink all day except for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling do not have this kind of normal heart, especially some young people have a hot temper.

Lester's family belonged to the camp of Prince Fabio, and his father was a hereditary earl who served in the Imperial Privy Council, which belonged to the more important organs and positions. Ronnie the Younger, on the other hand, belongs to the nobility in Prince Heinsy's camp, his father served in the Imperial Council of Elders and was a marquis, but he was not hereditary, minus inheritance, and his status within the nobility was not as good as that of a hereditary earl.

Both of them have fiery tempers, and when they see each other, they are dressed almost exactly like themselves, so how can they bear it? The annual parade is a grand game for this group of young people, they both have maverick personalities and tempers, and the two fight together as soon as they meet.

Lester somewhere got a stick and broke little Ronnie's head. The latter ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, and it is said that he had already found a lot of people and was ready to seek revenge on Lester. And Lester is not a man who is afraid of things, he also gathered many friends and noble children, and decided to make a date with little Ronnie on Victory Square.

To put it simply, the two second generations of power are going to fight in a group because of a trivial matter.

Is...... Madden!