In Lorraine's view, today is a beautiful day.

　　 took off the uncomfortable mask, replaced the familiar surname and first name, returned to the long-lost Lucy Manor, and heard two good news one after another.

　　 The news is that Maca and Finlier's lover finally got married.

　　 Although I don’t care much about the young Indian couple who have known each other for a short time, as the first young couple to get married in the manor, this marriage has truly changed the atmosphere of the entire manor.

　　 Compared to before Lorraine set out, the current manor is full of capitalism and corruption, with a little warmth and softness mixed in the class distinction, and finally it can give people a sense of home.

　　 Another good news is that the repair of the Golden Deer has officially ended.

　　Besides, because Lorraine had not given permission to use the ship before leaving, she did not go out to sea again even after the repairs were completed, and stayed in Port Royal all the time.

　　 This time Chuck will go north, and she will return to Lucy together and officially return it to Lorraine.

　　 This means that Lorraine Drake has a usable warship again, and many of the projects in the plan have been carried out. In the two months of recovering his identity, he will definitely be able to live more fulfilling than expected.

　　 As for what exactly he was doing, Lorraine hadn't figured out yet.

　　The plan is just a plan, and the most critical direction of operation can only be decided after a meeting with Chuck.

　　So, the sailors went back to their respective rooms and slept beautifully on the soft big bed. When they woke up, it was already the next morning.

　　 The sun is high in the sky.

　　 Lorraine stretched his waist and got out of bed, put on the early morning dress under the service of the Indian maids, washed and shaved, and was directed to the study.

　　Miss Offie waited at the desk in an upright manner.

Today, she is wearing a beige lady’s dress with a modified men’s dovetail, her brown hair curled up high, tied with lace, pinned to hairpins, holding a shorthand book in her hand, and a gold set on her face. The silk-rimmed glasses are full of intellectual taste.

　　 "The office girl of the eighteenth century..." Lorraine smashed his mouth and sat down in his desk, "Miss McCarthy..."

　　 "From today, I will officially become your steward, so please call me Orphee in the future. Lord, the name of etiquette is a manifestation of alienation. Excessive etiquette will make your attendants centrifugal."

　　 "Well, Offie, it should be time for me to ride horses and fencing early in the morning. Why did you call me to the study?"

"It's 9:30." Miss Offie knocked on the clock in front of Lorraine with her pencil. "For a qualified gentleman, this time for morning exercises is over, and morning tea is still half an hour away. It's the time to deal with affairs and meet guests."

"Then?"

　　 "I have arranged a schedule for you in the past few days, and I need your confirmation."

　　 "Even the schedule came out?" Lorraine rolled his eyes concealedly, "You say, I'm listening."

　　Miss Offee slammed open the shorthand notebook in her hand.

"These days when you are away, five groups of guests have come to the manor. President Parker came once, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson from Kingston once, and Mr. Revere, the leader of Lucy’s local gentlemen, who visited him twice with his husband. Second. There is another outrageous guy who claims to be your friend. He hopes to wait for you back in the manor and was driven out by me."

　　 Lorraine opened his mouth: "You just said that you kicked my friend out?"

　　The justice lady butler nodded her head seriously: "Master, how long have you been in the New World?"

　　 "A few months."

　　 "Except for Lieutenant Colonel Nelson and some gentlemen in the Chamber of Commerce, do you have any friends here?"

　　 "Uh... maybe it's from Europe?"

"I asked. He entered the manor on foot. There is no carriage and it is very dirty. Do you think such a person will be your friend? In my opinion, it is just to find out that you are not in the manor and are going to come and eat. Rogue drinking."

　　 It must be admitted that Miss Ofie's judgment is very reasonable. Not only was Lorraine speechless, but she also felt a little approval from the bottom of her heart.

　　 So this article has been exposed.

　　 Lorraine crossed his fingers and held his chin: "You mean, I need to arrange a time for the return visit?"

　　 "Yes, this is etiquette."

　　 "Chuck, I have asked you to inform him of coming."

　　 "The branch president's return visit can be ruled out, and there are two people left..."

　　 "I will arrange time to meet with Lieutenant Colonel Nelson. As for the local..."

　　 "Mr. Revere."

　　 "Revere, is he a nobleman?"

"no."

　　 "Is it the planter?"

"Yes."

　　 "How big is the plantation?"

　　 "About 500 acres, he is very prestigious in Lucy."

　　 "Well... Excluding the Revere's return visit plan, I am not interested in talking to a gentleman on the ground about last year's harvest."

　　 "Master, it's not proper." Miss Offie insisted.

　　 "I think it's very etiquette." Lorraine retorted, "Anyway, he and his wife have been here twice. If there is fate, I can entertain them here."

"You will go to hell, sir." Miss Offie bitterly crossed out the Revere's return visit plan on the small book, and turned to the next page. "Next is today's schedule, 10 o'clock, morning tea, minutes, Go to town..."

　　 Lorraine raised his hand suddenly: "Wait a minute."

"Um?"

　　 "All social activities related to local squires, officials, and parliamentarians will be cancelled ~lightnovelpub.net~ and start again."

　　Miss Ofie's eyes widened: "Cancel all?"

　　 "You haven't handed the greeting card yet, have you?"

　　 "I was going to send it after the report was over..."

　　 "Then you don't need to send another apology letter, just cancel it." Lorraine twisted his neck comfortably, "I am a maritime merchant, so what can I do to socialize with a small town that doesn't even have a commercial port."

　　 "But... but you live here!"

　　 "Is there a connection? I am a lonely, arrogant, and self-righteous Englishman. Letting them form this feeling can save me a lot of tongue." Lorraine tapped his finger on the table, "Ofi, I insist."

"If you insist..." Miss Offee swiped for a long time, then looked up again, "10 o'clock morning tea, 1 o'clock lunch, and then you need to go to your plantation to take a look, let the slaves know their masters What kind, it would be better if you give some small favors and help you spread your reputation for kindness. Then, afternoon tea at 4 o’clock, dinner at 8 o’clock, and at 10 o’clock if you have not fallen asleep, I will ask someone to arrange a night Tea."

　　Lorraine was stunned as she watched Miss Orphee close the notebook with a snap, "Although I am very satisfied with my life except for eating and sleeping, is this all your schedule?"

　　 "Yes, that's all the agenda for today!" Miss Offie was frustrated, "Because you are a lonely, arrogant, and self-righteous English pagan!"