In the early morning of the next day, seven or eight full-loaded carriages drove slowly out of Renault Manor behind two dozen knights.

　　 This is not a moving scene.

　　Master Siegfried, who came to the New World for the first time, wanted to go to the beach to experience the unique white pelican hunting in the Caribbean summer, so as to kill the long time before the dinner.

　　 That's good.

　　My students can have healthy hobbies, instead of indulging in wine and beds like those decadent noble children. Mr. Reynolds always feel relieved.

　　 It’s just that health often has a price...

Last night, when Master Siegfried came to inform Mr. Reynolds about his itinerary, although he made repeated orders to be simple and low-key, his retinue, the small, cherished baron Pittorio, secretly made a travel list. Tucked into the palm of Mr. Renault's hand.

　　 marching stove, a full set of cooking utensils, high-end silver or porcelain tableware, spices, ingredients, wine, tea, coffee, lounge chairs, smokeless charcoal, sun umbrellas and tents...

　　There are also hunting dogs, as well as chefs and chefs who are good at French cuisine.

Worthy of being the true young master of the imperial family, this kind of "simple outing" is a few times higher than the daily life of Renault Manor in terms of specifications. Only relying on the existing resources on hand, Mr. Renault is unlikely to be before dawn. Complete the preparations, not even the simplest carriage is enough!

　　 Mr. Reynolds retreated. At a certain moment, he especially wanted to put on the elders and persuade Siegfried to live "more simplistic and simpler".

　　 But at that moment, the guard leader who smashed the door appeared, and was assigned by Baron Pettorio to kindly tell Mr. Renault that if the manor cannot prepare these little things for a while, he can go to the boat to get them.

　　 The malicious mockery almost overflowing...

　　Sure enough, even after leaving Europe for more than 20 years, those harsh entourages are still the most annoying tumor in aristocratic culture.

Poor Mr. Renault had no way of retreat, so he had to lick his old face and used all his contacts. He visited nine old friends one after another. Only then did he rush to prepare all the necessary things before the dawn came, and passed the little pesky. test.

　　 At least, most of them passed...

　　 At dawn, the little nasty guy stood in front of Renault’s most proud bone china tableware with a cold face, holding a pure white silk handkerchief in his hand, and wiping his fingers nervously.

　　This kind of motion that meant inexplicable lasted for a while, then he beckoned to call the head of the guard to his side, muttering a few words softly.

The head of the security guard walked up to Mr. Renault embarrassedly and said: "Sir, the Baron has ordered me to thank you for your hard work this night. He said that although the quality of these items is a little worse, most of them can barely be handed over to the owner. Except for wine and porcelain, it's too bad quality."

　　 Mr. Renault's mouth twitched fiercely: "His opinion? Since it is his opinion, why should you convey it!"

　　 "Uh...because he doesn't speak French?"

　　 Malice was completely overflowing.

　　Mr. Reynolds firmly believes that if someone cuts this little pesky horizontally, he will be black from the inside to the outside, just like those unbelievers trained by infidels in church legends!

　　 But Mr. Reynolds really can't get angry about it.

In the social structure of France, the royal family and the rare French aristocracy constitute the first level. The ordinary aristocrats as the backbone form the second level. The property owners and low-level aristocrats like Mr. Renault form the third level. Commoners, workers, peasants and homeless people. It's the fourth level...

　　Pleaming up and down is the common living standard of French people. Mr. Reynolds never imagined that he could get a little kindness from an obnoxious boy when he was a child.

　　 What's more... those beautiful oriental porcelains, and a hundred pounds worth of Porto wine...

　　 The precious things taken out by the head of the guard at hand reminded Mr. Renault that what the little pesky really wanted was Siegfried's ordinary daily life, and had nothing to do with the so-called making things difficult.

　　 Thanks to the Almighty and Merciful Lord, if there is no little nasty ghost, he has almost forgotten what the class divide really looks like!

　　 Mr. Renault prayed and watched the hunting convoy moving slowly, suddenly he began to look forward to tonight's banquet, looking forward to 30 years later, he once again launched an impact on the superior world.

　　 "Dress...dress! Go get my best dress, pocket watch, gloves, saber, feathers, and hold me a magnifying glass to check them all! The banquet tonight must be foolproof!"

　　...

　　 At the same time, the hunting convoy.

The romantic and suave Acharin rode a pure white horse and walked at the top of the team. He wore a brand new riding outfit. His colorful colors resembled a budgerigar from the jungle of South America. His short flax hair was curled naturally with a curling iron. The craftsmanship of the two maids is very good, the perm is the same, and the performance on the bed is the same.

　　 Behind him are Lorraine, Henna, and Pierce. The three of them follow Acharin in an inverted shape. They are dressed as usual, but the horse under him has long been replaced by a local horse that is a specialty of America.

Not only them, but the entire cavalry team’s inferior horses have been returned to the leasing firm. The horses are now sponsored by Mr. Renault. Although it is not indicated on the list, Mr. Renault voluntarily believes that only handsome tall horses are worthy of all. Gefei's elegant manners.

This place is far from the eastern stall Tu Shang, news from the city, Zirned and Miss Emily are still in preparation for the trip, so the line is not hurried, Lorraine four people strolling in the courtyard, there is no place to go. Talking about idle articles.

　　 Little Pierce wrinkled his face: "Brother, why are you telling the truth with Mr. Renault in the wee hours of the morning?"

　　 "The truth? What did I say?"

　　 "I don't know how to speak French..."

　　 Henna puffed out a laugh: "Did you say?"

　　 Lorraine had to nod innocently: "Look, the French nobleman, Baron Pittorio, can't speak French, anyway, Mr. Renault won't believe it. Just say it, it doesn't matter."

　　 Pierce hummed off his horse: "What if he believes it?"

"Pierce, French and Spanish are the common languages ​​of the upper class. They are as important as English. After experiencing this, you should know your shortcomings." Lorraine Banxiayan began to preach, "This time Preparations for hurriedly, only me and Acharin were able to use French fluently on the Golden Deer. Carmen, Karen, Daniel and even Wang happened to not be on board. This is our weakness."

　　 "The sailors who play the role of the guard can give themselves a rigorous and quiet personality. You are a personal follower, but you can't. You are not dumb. This problem must be resolved in advance."

"What kind of excuse is the best excuse? The great ancestors told us that the best excuse is to let the other party make excuses for themselves. When you should have a conversation, use me to convey your opinions. Mr. Reynolds will be unnatural for this. Look for reasons for your behavior, whether you feel that you are shy, fearful, black-bellied, arrogant, or even contemptuous of him, no matter what, you have enough reasons to remain silent in the following social interactions. As for The reason, the squires of Le Lorraine will make reasonable supplements by themselves."

　　 "Do you really think so much?"

　　 Lorraine shrugged noncommittal, neither admitting nor denying.

　　 Acharin Lema stepped back for a half step, and interjected: "Captain, the eastern part is over there, or should I just let me play?"

　　 Lorraine laughed disdainfully.

"Let go and make trouble, polite Master Siegfried. I believe that you are professional in picking up girls. As for the bad impression on the men in the town in the process... With your design, I really can't think of it. In this small town, you need to be restrained and low-key with whom."

　　 "Heroes, see the same."