warm dragon

Chapter 9 Drinking Victory
"Black pearls, as the name suggests, sparkle in the dark wine bottle, just like the magical black pearls that are said to be bred by old clams at the bottom of the lake."

Shaking the crystal goblet and smelling the fragrance of black pearl wine, Charles chanted like a poet.

"A black pearl wine that has been cellared for many years. Its mellowness is like an old story coming from the deep time tunnel. It is soft in the mouth and tells you what true romance is in its calmness."

"Tsk." Eric grinned, "It's a bit sour, not as good as brandy."

Charles glanced at Eric contemptuously: "Pouring the black pearl wine into your mouth is a waste of money."

Eric snorted: "Arty."

"What do you know? Black Pearl wine is a fine wine exclusively for nobles to appreciate. The color, year, and grape variety will all produce different tastes. How can a mud-legged person like you know the flavor? Go drink some malt beer. Bar."

"I am a mud-legged person, and you are just a loser!" Eric countered.

He was born into a commoner family, and his family had been serfs for several generations. He aspired to make achievements and join the ranks of the nobility.

Charles's father was once a knight, but he died young, so his family fell into decline and he fell back into civilian status.

"The broken house has had its glory days, how can you understand the background?" Charles took a sip of black pearl wine happily, "I drank black pearl wine when I was a child. What about you, Mudlegs, you haven't even drank wine, have you?"

Eric clenched his fists: "You!"

"Okay, two teachers." Russell, who was watching the excitement, was afraid that they would really fight, so he raised his glass and said, "Everyone, let's have a drink together. Let's win!"

"Drink!" Charles raised his glass in response.

Eric didn't really want to hit him with a fist, so Russell gave him a step, and he also raised his glass and said in a muffled voice: "Drink to win!"

Tom, John, Jack, and James, the four knights' retinue, quickly wiped their greasy mouths and raised their glasses together: "Drink to win!"

After a drink, the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

Everyone here is a knight, their fighting spirit is rising, they consume a lot of food, and they eat a lot of food. The servants can clear a plate of dishes in an instant.

The same was true for Russell, who ate happily regardless of his usual aristocratic reserve.

Perhaps it was due to psychological factors. The manor was his real home. When enjoying food at this moment, his mentality was far more relaxed than in the Fluorescent Castle.

"Russell, please drink to the future of Black-rumped Snake Manor." Charles was far more active than ever at the banquet. "With black pearl wine, I really hope that this kind of life can be repeated every day."

Russell took a sip and said, "It will happen, Teacher Charles, everything will happen."

After a while, James raised his glass again and said, "Sir, drink to win!"

As knights' retinues, the four James's duties are to follow and protect Russell at all times, and to serve him when he goes out or on the battlefield.

It's a very close relationship.

Many knight attendants of great nobles can eventually get the title of Lord.

Of course, Russell himself was just a lord and did not have the power to entrust his subordinates, but he would definitely provide good food and drink to the knights' retinue, and work hard for him at critical moments.

"Drink, James!"

The banquet lasted for a full two hours. The two teachers and four servants all drank until they were drunk, but Russell remained sober.

Walk out of the restaurant and onto the corridor next to the patio.

Butler Morris followed over: "Master."

"Have all the servants eaten?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. The servants have already eaten."

"Are the rooms in the manor enough to live in?" "I was about to report to the master." Morris took out a piece of paper with a schematic diagram on it. "There are twelve houses downstairs. Each room is very large. There are ten Five or six square meters. The servants can squeeze in, and your retinues will stay in a room for the time being..."

The manor's courtyard is built in a very rough style and is built with stones. Therefore, there is no pursuit of shape, but a large and solid one.

Each room is almost the same size, four meters long and wide.

In other words, the entire manor is twenty meters long and twelve meters wide.

"The current situation can only be temporarily transitioned. Master, you can divide the room downstairs into two rooms. In this way, two or three servants can sleep in one room, and your retinue can have one room each... The three rooms directly in front The rooms can be opened up and turned into a reception hall, with a tea hall and a washroom separated on both sides..."

Morris had a gift as a designer.

The plan of the manor house on the manuscript paper is quite detailed. Not only the reception hall, servants' room, servants' room, and kitchen are clearly marked on the first floor, but also the toilet, boiler room, utility room, servants' dining room, and bathroom are also marked.

As for the second floor, Morris did not mark it, so Russell had to give his own opinion.

"Very good, Maurice, you arranged it well." Russell praised him without hesitation, "Let's arrange it this way first. When the weather gets hotter, we can tidy up the manor yard. In addition, we will arrange for Charles and Eric to stay in the guest room upstairs. .”

"As commanded, sir."

After finishing speaking, Morris suddenly hesitated to speak.

Russell was blown by the evening breeze and his head was much clearer. He asked, "What do you want to say?"

"As far as I know, noble gentlemen have a tradition of having a drink with the butler in the study in the evening...I wonder if you, sir, also like this tradition." After Morris finished speaking, he looked at Russell expectantly, waiting. result.

Russell raised his eyebrows, then smiled calmly: "Since it is a tradition, let's continue it."

Morris was overjoyed and bowed: "As you wish, sir."

Then he asked: "Start tonight?"

"You go and arrange the guests. I'll take a bath and then go to the study... When you come over tonight, don't bring any more wine. I drank too much."

"Yes, sir."

There is a bathing room on the second floor, but there is no shower. A male servant is required to fetch water from the boiler room on the first floor and deliver it to the bathing room.

The maid was responsible for preparing bath water for Russell and bringing clean clothes.

But there was no one to take a bath, Russell had to do it himself.

Soaking in hot water for a few minutes will make the drunkenness disappear immediately. In fact, Dou Qi has the same effect. Running Dou Qi for half an hour can effectively relieve drunkenness - of course, the premise is that you are not drunk and you know how to use Dou Qi.

"Comfortable!"

After wiping his body and putting on new clothes, Russell felt relaxed.

"Master, please wipe your hair." The head maid Leona brought a roll of dry towel and immediately started to pack the clothes in the shower room.

She is about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old and not yet married.

Wearing a standard maid outfit, a black dress that reaches the heels, a white apron, and a white headscarf on her head.

Although the clothes were ordinary, just linen, Leona had a good figure, and the arc of her hips was rounded when she bent over.

Maybe the residual alcohol played a role.

Russell glanced inadvertently and stiffened slightly to show respect.

However, as a gentleman, he quickly moved his eyes away and looked at the charming moonlight outside the window. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "No wonder the coming-of-age ceremony is held here at the age of sixteen. This body... has reached a mature age. .”

(Maid Maid Leona)
(End of this chapter)