People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

This grape plantation belonging to Lothar is really huge.

It is not so much a plantation as it is a village that mainly grows grapes.

A blacksmith's shop, a barn, a huge windmill, and houses made of wood and mud are arranged in an orderly manner around the estate.

There are more than [-] households and a hundred people in the village.

In the deepest part of the village, a two-meter-high white wall surrounded a not very gorgeous three-story manor-style building.

The door is open there.

The manor housekeeper, who got the news early, stood at the door with more than a dozen "servants", ready to welcome him.

A tall olive tree nearly ten meters high, swaying gently with the breeze, long and narrow, dense leaves, covering a shade.

There was a slight rustling sound in her ears, and Jeanna whistled: "It's really a good place for vacation."

Lothar frowned.

He still didn't understand what kind of experience Jean Na had after she was resurrected as the "Bright Knight" to become the frivolous look she is now.

The butler took off his hat and saluted respectfully: "Your Highness, your presence has made the Bird Manor shine brighter."

The reason why the manor is called "Flying Bird" is said to be because the first vine here grew out of the droppings of migratory birds that came here to overwinter.

Lothar nodded slightly: "Housekeeper, tell me your name."

The butler hurriedly said, "Fabio Hoss, you can just call me Old Fabio."

The steward of such a manor is actually equivalent to the role of a guard like Leonard.

In peacetime, it has the power to collect taxes, manage land, lease farm tools and livestock to farmers, and hold manor courts.

In the face of foreign invasion, they also have the right to recruit serfs to defend the lord's property free of charge.

But it is worth mentioning that there are very few serfs under Lothar.

The vast majority of people, as long as they are willing to convert, are liberated by Lothar as farm laborers and pay taxes in proportion.

It is no longer necessary to spend half of the time every week to cultivate the lord's land for free as before.

Lothar believes that the employment system can better stimulate people's subjective initiative.

As for the serfs, when they worked for the lord for free, they would inevitably feel lazy and rotten - this is human nature, and it cannot be changed with a whip.

"Then old Fabio, please lead my knights to rest. My family members and I will dine and taste fine wine in the manor."

"I promise, my lord, that you will receive the best hospitality."

The butler's attitude was very humble, even a little fearful.

As the lord of Hebron, Lothar, Fabio's power in the manor all comes from him. In a sense, Fabio should be regarded as Lothar's "retainer".

Lothar's first impression of Fabio was good. He was dressed simply, with a burly figure, and his skin was a little darkened due to frequent exposure to the sun.

"Fabio, have you ever been in the army?"

Fabio quickly said: "Indeed, I have served in the army under the command of Earl Renard, and the highest position I have achieved is the position of a standard-bearer, commanding a troop of infantry."

"good."

Lothar praised succinctly.

Fabio felt a little uneasy. The discord between the new count and the old count was well known.

"plz follow me."

Fabio and a group of servants welcomed everyone in.

There are no professional maids and servants in the Bird Manor, and they are all part-time jobs. Most of the time, they still need to do farm work in the fields.

After Fabio witnessed a servant clumsily grabbing Jeanna's "grape", he was frightened by a snort and backed away again and again.

Hastily said: "Sorry, beautiful lady, these are country folks who have never seen the world, and they don't mean to offend."

Jeanna laughed kindly: "It's okay, 'Grape' is a narrow-minded ghost, and everyone knows that he likes to play tricks on others. No one will blame him."

The boys who had never seen the world were stunned.

Fabio was angry and scared: "You bastards who should have their eyeballs gouged out, dare to look directly at the female family members of the lord's family, get out of here!"

The hussars let out good-natured laughter: "They must have never seen Ms. Jeanna fighting, or they would have been shocked."

"It's all right, old Fabio, everyone likes Madame Jeanne, it's normal."

"My lord is a magnanimous person, he will forgive you, but if you continue to watch, we will not be happy."

The hussars chattered together to join in the fun.

They all like Jeanna, the leader.

There was also a smile on Lothar's face: "Fabio, don't blame them, let them go down."

Fabio showed a grateful expression: "My lord, do you want to visit the wine cellar? Here is a batch of fine wine that has been stored for a whole year."

"No, I want to rest in the lobby for a while, you can go get a bucket and bring it up."

Lothar walked straight into the manor.

With the help of Furingilla, he took off the cloak on the back, the full set of armor, and only wore a thin shirt: "Huh, sit down, it's quite cool here."

It was probably because Leonard had never lived here before. The furnishings in the manor were very simple, but it could be seen that someone often cleaned it, and it was rarely clean and tidy.

In any case, it was much more comfortable than a gloomy and dank castle.

At this time, the butler also came in carrying the oak barrel.

Inside the half-meter-high oak barrel, there was the sound of wine colliding. It seemed that the weight was heavy, but he did not show the slightest effort.

"Fabio, where are you from?"

"My lord, I am from Messina."

Fabio placed the wooden cups on the table.

Lothar asked: "The remnants of the empire?"

(Empire can be replaced by Rome)

Judging from his appearance, Fabio is definitely not a Moor from North Africa, nor does he look like a Norman occupying Sicily, with black hair and black eyes, he is a typical Latin.

There is a sentence in the "Book of the Later Han Dynasty" to describe the imperial people: "The people are all grown up and upright, similar to China, so they are called the Great Qin."

It's just that the Daqin people here are probably talking about the Greeks.

Fabio smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, you are joking. Where are the imperial people? Only the Greeks."

He picked up a hammer and a wooden wedge, tapped lightly on the oak barrel, and drilled out the wine hole.

The bright red wine immediately carried the fragrance of grapes, and flowed along the wooden wedge into the wooden wine glass placed below. When it was almost full, the housekeeper inserted a wooden chip into the wine hole.

"My lord, please taste it."

There was a look of anticipation on the butler's face, and he was obviously confident in the wine produced by Bird Manor.

Banruo was about to pick up the wine glass, but Jeanna snatched it first, and drank it down: "Well—the taste is great, but the alcohol content is too low."

Lothar signaled the butler to leave.

He said: "I said that you are allowed to make distilled wine."

Jeanna sat on a chair with a backrest, her legs slightly raised, and her toes tapped lightly on the table legs.

Hearing this, she said concisely: "Lazy."

Banruo frowned: "What if there is poison in the wine?"

Rang Na smiled and said, "Anyway, I can't bear to let Miss Banruo test the poison for me. Such a beautiful lady should be loved and loved."

Lothar's face suddenly turned black.

Smelly girl, do you dare to yin and yang me?
Jeanna waved her hand: "It's not poisonous, drink it at ease."

Lothar lifted the wood chips and poured wine for everyone one by one.

Fringira took the wine glass and sipped the wine gracefully.

But he pouted his lips, and said with some distaste: "Sure enough, no matter how similar the color is, it still doesn't taste as good as fresh blood."