Reggie was raising potato seedlings at Bacello's manor. He first let the potatoes germinate and then cut them into pieces. This seemingly simple operation was completely beyond Reggie's knowledge. In his previous life, he had not learned any farming knowledge.
"What temperature is needed and how much water is needed?" After staying with Reggie for a long time, Khalaf also became strongly dependent on data. "Sir, we cannot treat these seeds blindly."
"Don't ask so many questions, Calaf!" Batchelor stroked the smooth potatoes and looked at Reggie with a flattering smile, "Such a huge seed will surely grow the most delicious fruit."
Although Bachelo tried his best to show enthusiasm, Reggie knew very well that his heart was no longer here and had already drifted to Camel Island in the sea.
Unfortunately, things are irreversible. No matter how reluctant Reggie is, he must face the fact that he is about to lose this knowledgeable and loyal right-hand man.
"When will we set off, my Grand Maester?"
"Everything will follow your arrangements, my lord."
"The sooner the better," Reggie said with a smile against his will, "Will Rogers wants to go home."
The first batch of potatoes was planted in the greenhouse, and Reggie hoped that they would grow vigorously, which is related to the food security of Shattered Snow City.
Back in the castle, Reggie was still feeling sad for Barcello who was about to leave, but a lot of worrying things came to him again.
In the past month, there have been several conflicts in his department store. The traders were unwilling to sell their goods to slaves, and the docile slaves chose to swallow their anger, but the orcs could not bear such humiliation.
First there was a quarrel, and then it turned into physical contact. The impulsive orcs caused several bloody incidents, and were naturally punished mercilessly by the judge.
Regardless of whether they are orcs or slaves, the judges will choose to impose harsher sentences. Reggie has nothing to say about this. He made the rules and everyone must abide by them unconditionally. Buying and selling is free, and the practices of the merchants are beyond reproach.
But this kind of treatment aroused the anger of the orcs. Iron Skull protested to Reggie several times. Even Old Hill showed strong dissatisfaction. He took his goods outside the city and sold them at low prices.
Gave it to the orcs.
For Hill, it was a silent struggle; for Reggie, it was a way to solve a problem.
Profit is the best way to drive businessmen. Reggie called three girls from Zhilin City and asked them to bring various goods and open a shop outside the city. Although the slaves' income was very meager, their
The number is far greater than the residents in the city. As long as they see profit opportunities, businessmen will naturally be attracted outside the city.
The store has been operating for half a month and has earned almost more than forty gold coins. Although the profit of a single product is not high, the sales volume is surprisingly large because this is the only shopping channel for residents outside the city.
As Reggie expected, several more businessmen opened shops outside the city, and Vares also opened another tavern outside the city. He hired several beautiful girls and young men to help him, and things were going on.
To develop in a good direction.
Batchelor packed his bags and prepared to leave tomorrow. Reggie held a farewell dinner for him. Seeing Batchelor's unconcealable joy, Reggie's sadness became much lighter.
After the dinner, Reggie wanted to go to bed early as he had to see off Bachelo tomorrow morning.
But Daisy suddenly appeared at the door of the bedroom, which surprised Reggie.
The guards did not stop Daisy, nor did Shirley. They all knew that this was a gift from Edwina to Reggie, and it should have been enjoyed by the lord at any time.
The arrogant declining daughter slowly came to Reggie, lowered her head slightly, and whispered: "Sir, I think..."
"I think so," Daisy came at the right time. She was about to lose Barcello, and Reggie felt very empty inside. "Come on, girl, do you like to be gentler or rougher?"
"I...like them all," Reggie's answer surprised Daisy, but she did not forget the purpose of her trip. "Sir, before I start, please allow me to tell you something. I saw it outside the city.
Viscount Sheila.”
"Viscount Sheila? Are you talking about Edwina Sheila?"
"Yes, sir," Daise said, "she bought me a piece of clothing and two pounds of bread. Although she pretended not to know me, I recognized her at a glance."
The more Reggie listened, the more confused he became: "You mean, the lord of Zhilin City came to your shop to buy something?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Why did she do that?"
"She lives outside the city with the slaves," Daisy said with red eyes. "I followed her quietly to her residence and heard from the slaves that she had been living there for more than ten days."
Reggie was shocked. Edwina came to Shattering Snow City, but did not come to see him.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, sir," Daisy shook her head and said, "Viscount Sheila is having a very bad life. She is dirty and haggard."
"Take me to where she lives, go now!" Reggie put on his clothes and took a carriage to the outside of the city.
A woman's self-esteem is sometimes far more terrifying than a man's. When she shamelessly sent Chris to Snow City, Chris shamelessly refused to leave. Neither of them showed the slightest bit of shame.
But now, Wen Na, who had lost everything, did not dare to take another look at Reggie. When Reggie walked to her sleeping bunk, she desperately retracted her body into the corner and covered her face with a rag.
"Don't come here! What do you want to do? I don't know you!"
No matter how she shouted or how hard she struggled, Reggie roughly held her in his arms and carried her out of the crowded farmhouse.
The slaves around looked at their lord in surprise. Reggie stared at everyone fiercely and shouted: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone snatching a woman?"
The men protected their wives, the children grabbed their mothers, and everyone hid aside. Reggie threw the struggling Wenna into the carriage.
"What are you going to do? Let me go! I don't recognize you! You have the wrong person!"
No matter Wen Na pinched and hit her, Reji held her tightly all the way until she buried her head in Reji's chest and began to cry loudly.
"I have nothing left, it's all because of you! It's all your fault! I have nothing left."
"It's all my fault, it's all because of me," Reggie gently stroked Wen Na's hair, "Don't cry, I will help you regain everything you lost."
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Late at night, Batchelor held a candle and quietly inspected his study, for fear of forgetting something.
There is no need to carry the thirty-volume book of war, every word has grown in my head.
There is no need to carry fifty volumes of wise words with you. You can memorize every volume.
One hundred and ninety volumes of history books should probably be carried with him. Although he can remember every detail in them, Bachelo is still used to taking out one and putting it next to his pillow, slowly accompanying him to sleep.
"Forget it, these books are too heavy," Batchelor murmured to himself, "Let's leave them to the lord."
"Do you really just want to keep these books? Why don't you keep yourself!" A pale face suddenly appeared outside the window, it was an old man, his eyes glowed with a faint green light.