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Volume 1 Chapter 148 Clear rewards and punishments are the royal way of the superior

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    Chapter 148: Clear rewards and punishments are the royal way of the superior

    "This wine is not bad." The young magician elegantly shook the wide-belly crystal cup in his hand, letting the elegant grape aroma, the woody flavor of oak barrels, and the natural fragrance of grass and flowers blend and bloom in the cup, with a look in his eyes.  With a hint of approval, he praised without hesitation, "Malon, I see everything you do. I can tell you that I am very satisfied."

    "Sir, I don't dare to take such a compliment seriously. This is all thanks to you." The steward Malone rubbed his hands nervously and replied excitedly.

    ¡°In the final analysis, for Old Malone, whose registered residence is in Fasta Village, Sebastian is his legitimate and legal lord compared to Isabel, the baron¡¯s daughter.  While others of the same age were still busy training as knight attendants, this young and somewhat overachieving young man in front of him had already been named a real knight. He was in charge of a large fief and even owned a private castle.  Needless to say, he also possesses another, more noble identity - a magician!

    Almost anyone who has heard of the name of the young magician can predict without difficulty that in the near future, the young man's achievements will inevitably be more brilliant, and even become an epic that bards are competing to sing.  Few people would resist being a part of a legend, even if it's just a small, inconspicuous piece, and Old Malone is no exception.  Although this was only the first time he met his lord and employer in person, deep down in his heart he had already recognized the other party's absolute dominance.  A vulgar plot similar to that in third-rate romance novels in which a servant secretly embezzles his master's money is absolutely impossible to happen when the master is on the absolutely powerful side.  In fact, the young lord's words and deeds showed a courage that was completely inconsistent with his age, which seemed to put a lot of pressure on old Malon.  This feeling comes from the deep understanding of the identity of both parties, and the huge gap between personal strength, which is like a divine punishment.  The two blend together to form a unique personal charm.

    "There is no need to be too humble, Malone." Sebastian waved his hand gently and said, "Any merit must be rewarded, and any fault must be punished. This is the rule of thumb for those who are above. Since you can selflessly share  I will naturally give you a commensurate reward for the secret recipe of brandy, so you don¡¯t have to refuse.¡±

    "Yes, sir." Old Malon lowered his head in awe, feeling a little excited in his heart.  When he realized this, he cursed himself secretly with some embarrassment. He was so old, but he could still be so restless.

    "Isabel told me that you were originally a grocer in Fasta Village?" Sebastian knocked on the chair and said after a while, "In that case, I will give you the title of Lord Commoner and give you that title."  The village will be given to you together - of course the procedure requires borrowing the name of Baron Wamborn. From now on, you will be directly responsible to the baron, no, to Miss Isabel. If you manage the brandy business to her satisfaction in the near future  If so, it would be okay to give your family hereditary rights. What do you think?"

    "Sir! Thisyou" Sebastian's suggestion obviously caught Old Malone's expectations. He couldn't help but froze for a moment and stuttered, "Butbut in this case, sir, how can you  no¡­¡­?"

    Old Malone couldn¡¯t help but be surprised, because the reward proposed by the young man was basically to pay for the Wamborn family¡¯s vision with his own pocket.  In today's era, there are too few loyal subjects who can devote themselves to their lord to such an extent.  The reality is more that the lord carves out his own territory in exchange for the services of his vassals, which is a disguised employment relationship.

    For example, if a certain baron's territory is mixed with the territory of two rival earls, and he is canonized by both parties by mistake, then once the two earls start a war, then the baron has the full right to make various dispatches.  Half of the subordinates came to serve both sides at the same time, and this contradictory behavior in the eyes of many people was justified and would not be criticized at all by other nobles.

    Interests are an important link between human beings. When it is damaged, not to mention the relationship between monarch and minister, even biological father and son with the same blood flowing in their bodies may turn against each other and become enemies.

    In fact, Old Malone was mentally prepared to be "painted a picture of a beautiful future". After all, the brandy had just been brewed and had not yet had time to be transformed into real money piled in front of him.  However, the young man's straightforwardness and generosity made him feel a little embarrassed and start thinking about the interests of the other party.

    "It doesn't matter." As if he could see the concerns in Old Malon's heart, Sebastian raised his right hand and pressed it slightly in the air, "Although I have temporarily lost about 20% of my income, I have some concerns about your wine.  Enough confidence. I believe that ifIn the long run, it will bring me far greater rewards than this.  Malone, you won't let me down, will you?  "

    "Yes, sir. Malon? Tiberius hereby swears to you in the name of his late father," Old Malon stood up and bowed his head solemnly in salute, "I will do my best for you and the Wamborn family.  Serve without any hesitation."

    "Very good, I will remember your words." Sebastian held up the wine glass and took a sip. "Go down. When we come back from Saurens City, I will select a day to knight you."

    "Thank you, sir." Forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, Old Malon resigned from the room with a somewhat stiff movement.

    Although Isabel can¡¯t wait to see the profits from the first territorial decision she personally participated in, due to her lack of practical experience, the girl still underestimated the troublesomeness of wine brewing and transportation.

    The transparent and flawless brandy puree has been fermented in oak barrels for two months. When it is opened again, it magically acquires a light golden color, making it look particularly elegant and noble.  When the golden liquid was carefully poured into the expensive glass bottle purchased in advance, the entire bottle actually reflected a dazzling rainbow of seven colors under the sunlight.  As long as such a gift is slightly wrapped and decorated, it will not appear rude even if it is given to the noble Earl.

    The only regret is that this year is the first time it has opened, and there is no past experience to draw from. During this wine-making period, Isabel only mobilized grape resources from several villages close to Fort Vobo, and was not able to expand the scale to the entire winery.  Saranvanja.  Of course, the serious lack of start-up funds on hand for girls is another more important constraint.

    Being sandwiched between the territories of the two barons for a long time, the nearby villages need more food than luxuries such as grapes and olives. According to reports from the village chiefs, the total area of ??vineyards in each village combined is also  Just over a hundred acres, it's not really that big of a scale.  This year's grape harvest was not much different from previous years. A total of 500 barrels of first-press wine were produced. After several processes, three steamings and three brewings, only 10% was left.  After keeping a small portion for later use according to Old Malone's advice, a total of 13,643 bottles were filled.

    More than 10,000 bottles of brandy may sound like a lot at first glance, but in fact, if this amount were thrown into the liquor market of Solens City, it would not even be worth it.  After repeatedly calculating how much income this batch of goods could bring to her, Isabel silently reminded herself again that she would definitely expand the scale of her brandy business in the coming year.  If Saranvania can make a name for itself and become the origin and only source of this new type of wine, then the annual income of hundreds of thousands of gold coins will not be a pipe dream, it will be a sum that even the noble Earl will be jealous of.  Envious of the huge income.

    "And I, before something bad happens, need to have the strength to protect everything that belongs to me." Looking at the busy working people in the open space, Isabel clenched her fists hard, and there was a look in the girl's eyes.  A steady light.

    A long line of motorcades, loaded with sealed boxes of fine wine, slowly drove towards the city of Solens.  As the saying goes, it is better to be slower than to rush for a second. After all, glass is a very easy to break thing, even if it has been carefully packaged.  After Alati's continuous training during this period, the members of the escort team have gradually grown from ignorant boys into strong men.  Under the command of the team captains headed by Eter, the reconnaissance was quite like a regular army.

    As always, the overly lively Isabel rode her beloved little mare Natasha, one horse ahead and one behind, while Sebastian curled up comfortably and had a luxurious ride beforehand.  I don¡¯t know what is being done in the carriage compartment that has been remodeled and made more comfortable.  It has to be said that the young man's consistent behavior has caused a certain degree of trouble to the young men in the escort team, making them sometimes confused about which family they belong to

    No one noticed that on a hill a few miles away from the convoy, someone was holding a telescope and watching them quietly.  This man was dressed in black, with pockets all over his body, and he didn't know how many items were hidden in the bulging bags. He was wrapped in a gray stone-colored cloak, blending harmoniously with the surrounding environment.  His face was covered by a scarf, but judging from his body shape, he must be male.

    Putting down the telescope in his hand, the man in black paused, took out a pen and paper, and started writing quickly.  After putting away the pen and confirming what he had written, the man in black no longer hesitated. He reached behind his waist and found a homing pigeon from nowhere, and he didn't know where it was hidden.

    After rolling up the letter paper and inserting it into the metal tube on the pigeon's leg, the man in black held the fluttering pigeon in his hands.Into the sky.  The loyal homing pigeon flapped its wings and soon flew over the slowly advancing convoy below, flying towards Sorens City.

    A gust of breeze blew by, lifting the clothes of the man in black.  There, unnoticeably, there was a small dagger embroidered with black silk thread.

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