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: "Pour the black pearl wine into your mouth, it's 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 once had its glory, 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!"
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, and they consume 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: "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 feed and drink Russell when he goes out and goes to 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 were all drunk until they were drunk. Only Russell remained sober.
Walk out of the restaurant and onto the corridor next to the patio.
Butler Morris followed: "Master."
"Have all the servants eaten?"
"Thank you for your concern, sir. The servants have already eaten."
"Are there enough rooms in the manor?"
"I'm about to report to you, Master." Morris took out a piece of paper with a schematic diagram on it. "There are twelve rooms downstairs. Each room is very large, fifteen or six square meters. The servants can squeeze in As soon as we squeeze in, two of 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, so 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 length of the entire manor is twenty meters and the width is twelve meters. It is larger if the walls are included.
"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 will sleep in one room, and your retinues can each share a room... 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 and smiled calmly: "Since it is a tradition, let's continue it."
Morris was overjoyed and bowed: "As you wish, sir."
Then he asked: "Starting from tonight?"
"You go and arrange all 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've drunk too much."
"Yes, sir."
There is a bathroom on the second floor, but there is no shower. The male servant needs to fetch water from the boiler room on the first floor and send it to the bathroom.
The maid is responsible for preparing bath water for Russell and sending clean clothes.
But no one will serve him to take a bath, so Russell needs to do it himself.
After soaking in hot water for a few minutes, the alcohol will be dissolved directly. In fact, Dou Qi has the same effect. Running Dou Qi for half an hour can effectively relieve the drunkenness-of course, the premise is that he is not drunk and knows how to run Dou Qi.
"Comfortable!"
Wipe the body and change into new clothes, Russell just feels relaxed.
"Master, please wipe your hair." Maid Leona brought a roll of dry towels and began to pack the clothes in the bathroom.
She was about 27 or 28 years old and had not yet married.
She wore a standard maid outfit, a black dress that reached her heels, a white apron, and a white headscarf on her head.
Although her clothes were ordinary, just linen, Leona had a good figure, and the arc of her hips when she bent over was round.
Perhaps the residual alcohol played a role.
Russell glanced at her casually, and he hardened 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 thinking in his heart: "No wonder the coming-of-age ceremony is held at the age of sixteen here. This body... has reached a mature age."
(Maid Leona)