The Duron Tanbumber family belonged to the distinguished guests, and they were truly veteran nobles.

So, Alexander, Carson's butler, ran upstairs and downstairs, constantly scolding the servants for making things more meticulous and perfect, so as not to make a mistake of being rude. Naturally, Durontan Bomber and the others would not laugh at the faux pas of the nobles, but the servants they brought were not good stubble.

A manservant from the Grey Iron Castle went directly into the kitchen and said loudly to the kitchen stove: "Here, here, and here, it must be wiped again, don't you know that the dust here, if it falls into the dinner plate, it will directly affect the taste of the dishes!" ”

"Mr. Rutan, we've wiped it down several times, and there's no way there's dust." Daisy, the maid, argued.

The manservant Rutan raised his neck and snorted disdainfully: "In our Gray Iron Castle, when encountering the current situation, the servant will only pick up the sackcloth and wipe the stove one more time, without trying to excuse himself. ”

"Alright, Daisy, follow Mr. Rutan's suggestion and wipe it again." Mrs. Abbey grabbed Daisy, who was still trying to speak, and then turned to Rutan and said, "At Butterfly Castle, we respect the facts and the opinions of our guests, so, you see, we wiped it again." ”

"Yes." Rutan took a few steps, inspecting other details, his fingers running over some corners of the stove from time to time to check for any traces of dust.

"Is he here to find fault?" Daisy reluctantly wiped the ashless stove as she complained to the maid next to her, Malam.

"Maybe I can't find the mirror." Malam whispered in response, gesturing to the plate in his hand that could be illuminated with a human figure.

"Hee-hee."

Rutan seemed to hear the whispers of the two little kitchen maids, and did not care, continuing to carefully search for possible dust in the corner.

Until Butler Carson knocked in the doorway: "Mr. Rutan, please come with me to the cellar, I need to know what vintage they like to drink...... Oh, and Mrs. Polis brought you gifts, which were in the makeshift storeroom, some cakes and treats from the kitchen of the Iron Castle. ”

"Thank you, Mrs. Polis." Mrs. Abi took the kitchen servants and thanked them.

Immediately Carson and Rutan came to the castle's cellar, which has been in operation for more than a hundred years, and there are many wines in the Butterfly Castle cellar, but there are very few truly rare treasures.

Rutan kept shaking his head while checking on the wine shelf: "The vintage of this golden rum is not enough, only the golden rum of 779 of the frost tide calendar is the real golden rum, and Lord Bomber likes the golden rum of 779 the most; This batigny is a good vintage, but only Château Pusterný can enter the feast of the Castle of Grey Iron. ”

"The Bartini of Château Pusterney has been booked for a hundred years, so Château Butterfly can only be kept with Bartini from Château Saint-Torre."

"If needed, I can provide you with internal contact information, Château Pusternay has a batch of reserved Bartini every year, and with the influence of the Iris family today, it should be able to buy this batch of reserved Bartinis." Rutan said, raising an eyebrow, "Master Aldington, but the Awakened Knight. ”

Butler Carson suddenly grinned: "Of course, the young master is better than you think!" ”

"Oh?"

"He is not only an Awakened Knight, but also a bard, who has written two classic poems, which have been sung in Little Versailles. Moreover, he is also a martial artist who is improving the "Thunder Sword" of the Iris family! ”

"Yikes!" Rutan, who had been holding the shelf, was moved, "Three gods bless, Young Master Aldington is so good!" ”

Butler Carson shook his bow tie: "Young master, his surname is Iris!" ”

After saying this, he felt that he was obviously much more relaxed, and the pressure of the arrival of the distinguished guests of the Gray Iron Castle had disappeared a lot.

The servant is proud of the glory of his master, and the Butterfly Fort is too shallow compared to the Gray Iron Castle.

But now Butterfly Castle has the best heir, Aldington, who will surely lead Butterfly Castle to rise to become the most noble nobleman in the Danube Province. The pattern of one marquis, two uncles and five males is destined to be rewritten into one marquis, one blood, two uncles and four males, and it is not a dream to overshadow the old earl with the title of baron.

Next.

Rutan's arrogance was much more restrained, and he quickly chose the type of wine to be served at the banquet, and no longer went to the kitchen to find fault and find faults, but he still continued to make many requests, so that the servants of Butterfly Castle could get used to how to serve the distinguished guests who came to the Gray Iron Castle as soon as possible.

Carson's butler was pleased with this, and he kept telling the servants in private: "Study carefully, and when the distinguished guests leave, the service quality of our Butterfly Castle must be improved to a higher level." It is the kindness of the old ladies that do not make demands, and we, as servants, must take the initiative to raise the requirements ourselves! ”

……

The rivalry between the servants, Aldington did not know.

He was talking to Viscount Duric about his studies, and to be honest, he didn't really want to talk to Dulick for two reasons.

First, he is not the original owner, and the other party will definitely wonder why Aldington is different from Aldington a month ago after talking too much. Second, he had to address Duric as "sir", which means teacher, and he and Duric have a real teacher-student relationship.

It's just that.

Dulick was only twenty-seven years old, and Aldington's soul was already in his thirties.

In his eyes, Dulick, who likes to put on a show, seems a little naïve, but he has to pretend to be more naïve in front of the other party.

Uncomfortable!

"When do you plan to return to the Grey Iron Castle?"

"As soon as possible, I'm still studying the notes left by my great-grandfather and trying to figure out a set of cultivation methods that suit me."

"This is not in a hurry, the cultivation of the power of the bloodline is based on years, and the accumulation of years can strengthen the power of the bloodline little by little." Dulick said in a teacher's tone, "I suggest you return to the Grey Iron Fort as soon as possible, the mountains of Limestone Mountain are restless season again, and there will be many opportunities for actual combat in the future." ”

Shanjung is a collective name for primitive tribes, and the primitive natives who live in the mountains can be called Shanjung.

"I will rush back as soon as possible, and try not to delay this operation to conquer Shanjung." Aldington nodded in response, the opportunity is indeed rare.

He didn't need to cultivate the power of the bloodline at all, just take medicine.

I didn't want to be a student before, but since it was inevitable, I had to adapt as soon as possible. Shanjung's combat effectiveness is not strong, and it is an excellent object for cavalry practice - the blood of demonic beasts is different from human blood, and only after killing Shanrong can he see blood, he is the real growth, and knights who have not seen blood are always immature.

After chatting about learning.

The two fell silent for a while.

Dulick is not a man of many words, and neither is Aldington.

After a while, Dulick thought of the topic: "I have read two of your classic poems, they are very well written, Norina likes the song "Gollum Mama", I prefer "Spring Blossoms, Facing the Sea", have you written new poems recently?" ”

"Well, not for the time being, I don't like to pile up rhetoric, so I'll have to wait for inspiration to come to me." Aldington smiled shyly.