After receiving Sean's promise, the castle housekeeper gently pushed open the door.

The housekeeper John is a gray-haired old man, who looks about fifties and looks very kind and kind. His hair is combed neatly and his clothes are clean and tidy, meticulous.

Soon, under the command of Old John, a maid from the castle brought breakfast to Sean.

"Master, this is your breakfast, please use it slowly!" After saying that, Old John served him quietly, with a peaceful and respectful expression.

"Thanks!"

Sean nodded politely and began to pick up the knife and fork and enjoy it.

Today's breakfast was the same as the previous few days, and there was no big change.

It was still a glass of milk, two slices of yellow bread, plus two fried half-ripe sugar-heart eggs and a small portion of ripe puree.

To be honest, these breakfasts have average taste, no taste or bad taste, they can only fill their stomachs.

Compared to the rich breakfasts of other lords and nobles, these look a bit simple and simple, but Sean knew very well that this was the most abundant and luxurious breakfast in the entire Black Hawk territory.

According to the memory in his mind, he entered the Black Hawk territory after the beginning of spring this year.

At that time, Blackhawk Town had just been looted by a thief group several times, and it was a pile of bad stalls that could not be broken. If you want no one, you have no money, you are completely in a state of destruction.

After nine months of operation and governance, Blackhawk Town barely regained some vitality.

At present, there are more than 300 serfs, one heavy knight, ten apprentice knights, dozens of militias, and the male servants and maids in the castle, with a total population of less than 400.

Because it is located on the bitter and cold border and has low productivity, the territory has not created much tax revenue this year.

In addition to the salary of the Knight Commander, the trainee knight, the government officials and castle staff, and then the purchase of weapons, armor, horse materials, as well as maintenance and maintenance of the territory, the remaining fiscal revenue can barely maintain the daily expenses of the castle and territory.

In short, Black Hawk Territory has been very sad this year.

Thinking of this, Sean had no appetite. He picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, and sighed slowly, "John, please clean up. If there is nothing important, don't disturb me, I want to be alone."

"Okay, lord!"

Old John nodded respectfully and ordered the servant to clean up the dining table.

Looking at Sean's pale and sad face, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

He was originally Miss Cathy's male servant, and Sean was even more grown up since he was a child. Although he had never married or had children in his life, he treated Sean as his own child in his heart.

On that day, Baron Sean went from Snow Wolf City to Blackhawk Territory, and he was the only servant who volunteered to follow.

Although he is an ordinary male servant who cannot be in the ordinary Nicholas family, he does not understand government affairs, does not know how to fight, cannot share his worries about Master Sean, and does not have the strong strength to protect Master Sean's safety.

But the only thing he could do and did was to take good care of Mr. Sean's diet and daily life, and manage everything in the castle.

This was what John promised to Miss Cathy before leaving, and he also promised himself.

After gently walking to the door, Old John turned around and saluted, "Master, if you have any needs, please give me instructions!"

Sean looked at him and was silent for a long time, "Thank you!"

A trace of warmth flashed in John's eyes, and he understood the meaning behind Sean's thank you.

"It is the honor of Old John to be able to serve Mr. Sean all the time."

After saying that, Old John gently brought the door and walked slowly downstairs.

At the corner of the castle stairs, the maid Linda was bent her thin waist, holding a bucket and a mop, and struggling to sweep the steps.

In the empty hall downstairs, Tom, a man with freckles on his childish face, took a rag and an oil pot, carefully placed the heavy metal lamp holder, and carefully wiped the dust and wax drips on it. After wiping a lamp holder, he also had to apply butter to lubricate it to prevent the lamp holder and chain pulley from rusting. Of course, the main purpose of this is to be beautiful and beautiful.

Following the window at the corner of the corridor, John clearly saw Claire, who was hunchbacked, holding tools, and was trimming the already withered and yellowed lawn.

On the other side, Aunt Bobby, who was fat and bloated, was driving the termite colony in the courtyard wall with smoke grass. She could be heard vaguely cursing, "This damn termite colony is almost emptying the castle fence..."

In the entire dilapidated castle, everyone is doing their own jobs and working hard.

Soon, the servants and maids saw the arrival of the housekeeper John and saluted them one after another.

"Good morning, Mr. John!"

"Good morning……"

Old John nodded in response with a smile, and he was very satisfied with everyone's performance.

Since the first day of entering the Lord's Castle in Blackhawk Town, Old John has told everyone that although the castle is simple and dilapidated, it must not be swelling and messy. It is necessary to ensure that any corner that the Lord will see when he wakes up every day is clean and tidy.

Obviously, everyone worked very hard and did a pretty good job.

Walk through the dark corridor on the first floor of the castle, which has a kitchen and a temporary warehouse behind it.

Next to a cracked stone pillar, Old John suddenly stopped and through the dim light, he saw that the iron kitchen door at the end of the corridor was not closed.

Mary, the maid who was responsible for washing dishes and delivering food, was now looking around. Taking advantage of the moment when chef Edward was squatting down to cure meat, she quickly hid most of the bread that Baron Sean had not finished and a fried egg into her clothes, and then quickly tidied up her apron.

After doing all this, Mary took a deep breath and began to lower her head to clean the cutlery.

The whole process of her hiding food was seen by Old John, but he did not step forward to scold and expose her.

John knew in his heart that the Mary family had three children, the youngest was only five years old, thin and short, and was so hungry that she was already skinny and bone-headed. It was really difficult for her to face such a situation.

As long as she does not violate John's bottom line and does not steal other food in the kitchen, like Master Sean's food residue, she will turn a blind eye.

However, before this, she must be hit to avoid making more serious mistakes in the future.

Thinking of this, Old John slowly walked into the kitchen and instructed Edward, who was busy with the marinated meat: "Edward, the bacon lord liked it very much last night. Remember to prepare more at noon today."

"Okay, Mr. John!" Chef Edward nodded, turned around and continued to work hard.

Facing the sudden appearance of the housekeeper John, Mary, who was washing the tableware with her head down, was obviously a little panicked.

"Mary..." John walked to her and looked at her with a smile.

Mary's thin body trembled slightly. She tried hard to show that she did not make herself feel guilty, but when faced with John's gaze that seemed to be insightful, she began to get nervous for no reason, "John...Mr. John, please give me some instructions if you have anything to do!"

Old John looked at her silently for a moment, and suddenly took out a snack bag containing six pieces of yellow bread and several pieces of meat sausage.

"I haven't seen Little Columbus for a long time. This is my food today. Can you please give it to Little Columbus for me?"

Mary was stunned at first, but soon understood what was going on, and she was moved and refused on the spot: "No, no, this is your food today, we cannot accept it."

"I want to fast today, you can take it."

Old John looked at her calmly and said in a pun: "Mary, I know you are having a hard time because everyone is having a hard time, but in Black Hawk territory, everything belongs to Baron Sean. Without his permission, we cannot take away anything in the castle, even a leaf."

Speaking of this, Old John sighed softly and continued, "Although I am the butler of the castle, I want to help you, but there is no way. I have no right to use all the things of Lord Baron without hesitation. The only thing I can do is to give you my own food, hoping to bring some help to you, and hope you don't refuse, otherwise I will be very disappointed."

"Mr. John, I...I..."

Mary's eyes were already wet, and she took the food with her hands trembling and thanked her constantly.

John smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, you're busy with yours. I'm going to go to the stable to check it out. In the past few days, the Lord of the Lord always likes to patrol the territory in the evening."

Wiping his hands clean, he was about to leave the kitchen and head to the stables.

Just as Old John stepped out of the kitchen, he suddenly turned his head and reminded, "Oh, Mary, I just forgot to remind you that food should be wrapped in a dining cloth, otherwise it would be difficult to clean if the egg yolks flowed into the skirt."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Looking at Old John's back as he left, Mary's cheeks were flushed, ashamed and moved, and her mood was extremely complicated.

After leaving the kitchen, Old John walked around to the backyard of the castle, where there was a farm tax warehouse and a wine cellar. Although there was not much wine in the wine cellar, according to custom, he still had to go to inspect it.

After patrolling everything in the backyard of the castle, Old John followed the back door of the castle and entered the lord's private stable.

In the stable, three adult strong horses are kept.

One white horse, two dark horses.

The white horse is a ritual mount, and the two dark horses are the lord's war horses and spare war horses.

From a long distance, he saw the groom Peter and several servants leaning against the stable and laughing and chatting. Because John's steps were very light, the few people who were in the conversation did not even notice the arrival of the housekeeper John.

Old John listened for a moment and found that the lazy guys were discussing about the territory and Baron Sean. His face suddenly became cold.

"Hey Peter, I heard that the thieves will attack the territory soon. Then we have to hide better."

"You are right. Every winter, thieves always come to loot territory and castles. As long as we hide and do not resist, those thieves will not hurt us. But Baron Sean is probably going to suffer again."

"No, those cruel thieves hate the noble class very much. Not only will Baron Sean suffer, but even the government officials and the Knights will not escape."

"Hey... look at the Baron of Graystone Castle, and then look at our Baron of Black Hawk, both of them are lords, why is the gap so big? After so many years, those thieves will only attack the Black Hawk territory and the Greystone Castle territory. The thieves dare not go... Let's make an appointment...Mr. John, good morning..."

Facing the sudden appearance of the housekeeper, Old John, everyone was shocked. They dared not continue chatting and being lazy. They were busy with their tools.

Old John looked at them coldly and said lightly: "It seems that you are not very satisfied with the stable life in the castle. I think I should apply to the Lord Lord to change your work environment, such as... go to the border to build a defense line."

As soon as these words were spoken, the few people were so scared that their faces were pale, and they were sweating coldly. They bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes, begging Old John for forgiveness.

Old John snorted coldly, turned around and left the stable, and came outside the gate of the castle.

Looking at the dilapidated and dirty narrow street ahead, more than a dozen passers-by merchants preparing to sell fur goods to Snow Wolf City. Their caravan has been stopped by several government officials from Black Eagle Town and are paying the toll tax.

Seeing this, Old John sighed secretly, "Mr. Sean's situation is very dangerous now. Father Matthews has not returned from Snow Wolf City yet. I don't know if the letter he asked him to bring him. Miss Cathy has received it.

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Sean sat at the desk, looking at the shaking flames in the fireplace, frowned, and his face became even more gloomy.

Since the lord of Blackhawk Town has been regenerated, there will be many problems ahead.
To be continued...