Chapter 27 (1/2)

“Human trafficking is not impossible. Our family fleets set sail for trade every year. However, if you only want dozens of people, the risk is not worth it.”

“Five thousand.”

“What?”

“I need five thousand people.”

“Five thousand? Are you sure you can handle them?”

“I’m positive.”

Levis squinted. “I need to think about it.”

Nobody mentioned anything about population trade after they returned to the living room. They continued with afternoon tea.

The convoy would spend a night in Flower Town. Most knights and squires lived in the town, and Levis and Lvera stayed in the castle.

Carter was particularly busy today.

“Tom, where’s Jesse? I need his help!” His legs aching after repetitively going up and down the stairs, he entered the kitchen and asked, “Is Jesse not helping in the kitchen?”

“Jesse must be moving the horse grass. There are dozens more horses in the castle. We don’t have enough grass,” said Tom.

“Tell him to look for me in the warehouse after he returns. I need someone to store the food delivered to the castle today in the basement.”

“All right, Mr. Carter.”

Allyn raised her head while washing the dishes. “Mr. Carter, do you need my help?”

Before Carter replied, Abby was already scolding her. “You’re not done here yet. Why, Allyn, do you want a new job?”

Carter opened his hands. “Allyn, I don’t think I can expect your help now.”

“Got it… God knows how much longer I have to stay in the kitchen today. My clothes are all wet. Mrs. Abby’s furnace is too hot.”

“Oh, is that so? Is the cook you or me? Do you want to make the dinner for his lordship?”

“You’re the cook.”

“Then shut up and do your work!”

The bickering in the kitchen never stopped. Carter walked out. He felt that it was difficult to breathe and wondered if it was sunstroke. Although it was not summer yet, the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

Mason Ricefield, who was carrying a bucket, saw Carter and asked concernedly, “Do you not feel well, Mr. Carter?”

“I’m good. I’m just feeling hot.”

“Is that so? Your face looks awful, though. Are you too anxious about the guests in the castle?”

“Why would I be anxious? Mrs. Mason, I’ve seen more in the earl’s house. I can handle this.” Carter put his handkerchief back. “Have the guest rooms been cleaned?”

“Ms. Lvera’s maid has been complaining about the dust and the ragged sheets.”

“The quality of the items is not up to us. Let’s make sure we don’t lose manners and ignore the rest. The real nobles won’t get angry about details.”

“The Tulips are real nobles.” Mrs. Mason nodded. “Mr. Carter, do you really not need a rest?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“His lordship is a nice guy. He would hate to see you over-exhausted.”

“I am not over-exhausted. As a matter of fact, I’m enjoying the company of so many guests. All right, I need to sort the warehouse. I complained about the lack of food yesterday, but the warehouse is overflowing with food today.”

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