It's still one night.

A small manor on the outskirts of Banky, no, more appropriately a castle villa than a manor. The entire estate is mostly covered by a minaret-like castle villa about three storeys high, with the only exception being a small horse farm on one side of the castle and a small pavilion enclosed by a manicured garden on the other.

Of course, the tall fence that encloses the entire manor is indispensable, because of the small size of the area and the relatively close construction time, the materials and the degree of maintenance are very high, the height of the draw of more than five meters, the selection of iron, and the iron railing that looks like brand new after careful maintenance, are not comparable to the fence of the earl's large manor that has fallen into disrepair.

Of course, this small manor is also relative to the earl's manor, and the small manor around Banji covering an area of five or six hundred square meters is at least the private villa of a baron nobleman or the residence of a knight marquis.

Because Banji is located on the border and is chaotic and dangerous for the nobles, there are not many nobles above the baron here, and looking at the sparsely populated appearance here, it looks like people don't usually come here, and it is obviously not a castle of knights. In this way, the masters here are those people.

It was actually the private estate of the mayor of the town, Rick Luxembourg, a small estate that he bought after he came to work, and which, according to his own semi-public statement, was used for his vacation time from government work. Because it is a long way from the Duchy of Luxembourg, some short vacations really can't consume most of his time on the way back and forth.

Today happens to be a statutory holiday of the Royal Government, a day similar to the Saturday and Sunday of the Blue Star, and a fixed holiday every once in a while. Viscount Rick, as usual, arrived at the manor with his knights, as well as the stewards, deacons, servants, and the daughter of a wealthy merchant whom he had met at a ball.

Once again, the long-lost lights shrouded the night sky near the manor.

Rick would bring his female companion with him every time he took a vacation, and they were naturally accustomed to being subordinates, which was also the norm in aristocratic circles. Although Rick belongs to the category of being more strict with himself in his private life, of course, compared to other nobles in the aristocratic circle. But when taking a vacation, spending time with beautiful women is something that every capable man will not refuse.

According to the usual practice, the butler did not say much, and led a circle of people to start the preparation of dinner. As a qualified aristocratic butler, he has naturally mastered the preferences and dining habits of the guests in advance, which is also the basic requirement of the aristocratic butler.

"It is a great pleasure to spend the holiday with such a beautiful lady as you, please wait a moment in the bedroom prepared for you, I still have some things to prepare. Please allow me to give up my first faux parody and leave. Rick took the woman's beautiful little hand, with a gentle smile that fascinated many women, with a faint apology. This expression, combined with the noble status of making such a appearance, makes most women unable to bear to blame him for his little faux pas.

"Plus, I've got your favorite dessert ready for you to taste first, and then we'll have dinner together, and then allow me to show you around my estate, which is shabby, but I think you'll like it. Rick carefully explained the rest of the trip to the rich merchant, and it was clear that he was pleased with his arrangement. He knows that most women always like men to be attentive and promiscuous.

Sure enough, the daughter of a wealthy businessman was clearly one of the 'majority', and he didn't bother with what Rick meant by "something to prepare", she didn't care.

For her, the most important thing is still whether Viscount Rick will spend the next vacation with her, preferably when something happens, which is also an important thing that her father specially told her before the trip.

"Of course, Mr. Viscount, I'm sure it's going to be a wonderful holiday, right? The daughter of the wealthy merchant said with a slight flush on her face, and the meaning of her words was clearly and abruptly conveyed to Rick.

She knew that as long as Rick released something with her, she would have a way to make some small subtle requests to her. Their family's business has had some serious problems lately, but for Rick it's just a matter of moving his mouth to the leather strips.

The family was only a businessman, with no aristocratic status, and only one of her own younger brothers held a small and dispensable position in the town government. The family had also been connected to Rick through his brother, and the relationship was not strong enough for Rick to help him get through it, which was one of the main purposes for her here.

Rick naturally understood her metaphor, which was the meaning of the question.

"Of course, my sweetheart, we're going to have a fantastic holiday, I promise. His smile deepened slightly, and he hurriedly assured. Of course, he also thought so and was ready to do so, and he had no intention of regretting it afterwards.

You must know that this is a world with many true gods, and if you tear up your promise at will, you will be hostile or even directly punished by the contract knight Lancelot. If this young lady feels that a true god is not enjoyable, she can also go to the temple of Nemesis to pray, Medea obviously will not refuse a young girl's revenge, and the Shadow Church, as an "outsourcing business to take over the company", will not refuse a big business, even if the big business may not match the risks and benefits.

Hearing Rick's assurance, the rich merchant lady breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that she could not continue to entangle, otherwise she would anger the young mayor in front of her, and their small family of local merchants was obviously not enough to withstand his anger. Although they are also one of the local powers, their small family business is obviously not enough for Viscount Fisher, who is the most spokesperson of the local power, to stand up for them and offend Rick.

"Please don't do that, I believe Mr. Rick. So, I'll go first. So saying, the rich merchant lady bowed slightly to Rick and then turned and followed a maid who was already waiting for her, and guided her to the place where she was to live for the next few days.

"A beautiful and sensible woman, but it's a pity that her status is lower, otherwise she is also an excellent candidate for a mistress. I can only try it once in a while, I don't know how her skills are, tsk~~" Rick looked at the pretty back in the distance and let out a smacking lip.