The Durottan Bonbo family is a distinguished guest, and is a truly old nobleman.

Therefore, Alexander, the butler of Carson, ran upstairs and downstairs, constantly scolding the servants to do things more carefully and perfectly, so as to avoid misconduct. Durottan Bonber and others naturally would not laugh at the misconduct of the nobles, but the servants they brought were not good people.

A male servant from the Gray Iron Castle entered the kitchen and shouted to the kitchen stove: "Here, here, and here, we must be wiped again. You don't know that the dust here will directly affect the taste of the dishes if it falls into the dining plate!"

"Mr. Rutan, we have wiped it several times, and it is impossible for dust to exist." Maid Daisy defended.

The male servant Lutan held his neck up and snorted disdainfully: "In our Gray Iron Castle, when we encounter the current situation, the servant will only pick up the linen and wipe the stove again, without trying to excuse himself."

"Okay, Daisy, follow Mr. Rutan's advice, wipe it again." Mrs. Abby grabbed Daisy who was still trying to speak, and then turned her head to Rutan and said, "At Butterfly Castle, we respect the facts and the opinions of our guests, so when you see it, we wipe it again."

"Is that right?" Lutan took a few steps, inspecting other details, and occasionally stroked his fingers to some corners of the stove to see if there were any traces of dust.

"Is he here to find fault?" Daisy reluctantly rubbed the stove without any dust, while complaining to Malem, the maid next to her.

"Maybe I can't find the mirror." Malem responded in a low voice, pointing to the plate where people could be seen in his hands.

"whee."

Rutan seemed to hear the whispers of two little kitchen maids, without any concern, and continued to seriously search for corners where dust might exist.

Until the Butler Carson was standing at the door and knocked: "Mr. Rutan, please come with me to the wine cellar. I need until Lord Bomber and the others like to drink... Oh, and also, Mrs. Polis brought everyone a gift, put it in the temporary warehouse, some cakes and snacks cooked in the Grey Iron Fort kitchen."

"Thank you Mrs. Polis." Mrs. Abby brought the kitchen servants to express her gratitude.

Then, Butler Carson and Rutan came to the wine cellar of the castle. After more than a hundred years of operation, Butterfly Castle wine cellar already had a lot of wine storage, but there were few really rare treasures.

While checking on the wine rack, Rutan kept shaking his head: "This golden rum is not old enough. Only the golden rum of Frost Tide Calendar is the real golden rum. Lord Bomber likes the golden rum of 779 the most; this batini is very old. However, why is the origin of Santor Winery? Only the batini of Pusteney Winery can enter the banquet of the Gray Iron Castle."

"Battini of Pusteney Winery has been booked for a hundred years later, so Butterfly Castle can only store Baattini of Santor Winery."

"If necessary, I can provide you with internal contact information. Pusteney Winery has a batch of reserved batini every year. With the current influence of the Iris family, you should be able to buy this batch of reserved batini." Rutan said, raising his eyebrows, "Master Aldington, but the Awakening Knight."

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

"oh?"

"He is not only an awakened knight, but also a minstrel. He has written two classic poems, which have been sung since he was a child. Moreover, he is also a fighter and is improving the "Thunder Sword" of the Iris Family!"

"Ah!" Lutan, who had always been holding an air, was moved. "The Three Gods are blessed, Young Master Aldington is so outstanding!"

Butler Carson shook his bow tie: "Young Master, his last name is Iris!"

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

The servant is proud of his master's glory. Compared with the Gray Iron Castle, the foundation of Butterfly Castle is too shallow.

But now Butterfly Castle has its best heir, Aldington, and will surely lead Butterfly Castle to rise and become the most noble noble in the Danube Province. The pattern of one marquis, two marquis and five marquis is destined to be rewrited into one marquis, one blood, two marquis and four marquis. It is not a dream to overwhelm the old Count with the title of baron.

Next.

Lutan was much more arrogant and restrained. He quickly chose the types of wine at the banquet and no longer went to the kitchen to find fault and find omissions. However, he continued to make many requests to let the servants of Butterfly Castle adapt to how to serve the guests from the Gray Iron Castle as soon as possible.

Butler Carson was happy about this, and he kept reminding the servants in private: "Everyone is studying carefully. When the distinguished guests leave, the service quality of our Butterfly Castle must be improved by a higher level. The master and his wife do not make any requests. It is the kindness of the master and his wife. As servants, we must take the initiative to raise our requirements!"

...

Aldington didn't know about the competition between servants.

He was talking about learning with Viscount Dulik. To be honest, he didn't want to chat with Dulik for two reasons.

First, he is not the original owner, and it will be strange if he talks too much, why Aldington is different from Aldington a month ago. Second, he has to call Dulik "Mr.", which means teacher. He and Dulik are real teachers and students.

only.

Dulik is only twenty-seven years old, and Aldington's soul is over thirty.

In his eyes, Dulik, who likes to show off his husband's airs, seems a little childish, but he has to pretend to be more childish in front of the other side.

Feeling uncomfortable!

"When are you planning to return to Gray Iron Castle?"

"As soon as possible, I am still learning the notes left by my great-grandfather, trying to find a set of cultivation methods that suit me."

"No hurry. The cultivation of blood power is based on years. Years of accumulation can only strengthen blood power bit by bit." Du Like said in a teacher's tone, "I suggest you go back to Gray Iron Castle as soon as possible. Shanrong in the Limestone Mountain is in the restless season again, and there will be many practical opportunities in the future."

Shanrong is a general term for primitive tribes. The primitive indigenous people living in the mountains can be called Shanrong.

"I will rush back as soon as possible to try not to delay this campaign against Shanrong." Aldington nodded and responded. The opportunity was indeed rare.

He doesn't need to cultivate his bloodline at all, just take drugs.

I didn't want to be a student before, but since it was inevitable, I should adapt as soon as possible. Shanrong's combat power is not strong and he is an excellent target for cavalry internships - the blood of monsters is different from human blood. Killing Shanrong is considered to have seen blood, and he is truly growing up. A knight who has never seen blood is always immature.

After chatting and studying.

The two fell into silence.

Durick is not a talkative person, nor is Aldington.

A moment later, Dulik thought of the topic: "I have read your two classic poems and they are very well written. Norina likes the poem "Gurummama", and I prefer "Spring Flowers Bloom, Facing the Sea". Have you written new poems recently?"

"Uh, not yet. I don't like to pile up words, so I can only wait for inspiration to come over myself." Aldington smiled shyly.
Chapter completed!