After seeing off the knights from Kantland and completing the daily work of approving documents, a whole day passed.
Gawain came to the window and looked at the giant sun that was gradually sinking outside. No matter how many times he looked at this alien sun, it would always give him a sense of shock. He looked at the surface of the giant sun. There were vague patterns that might be the turbulence of the atmosphere, and he opened the window of the study room.
A cold wind immediately poured into the room, swirling through every corner of the study - although it was already the month of recovery, the weather would still take a long time to get warmer, at least here. For a while, the wind every morning and evening was quite powerful.
Gawain didn't mind the coldness. Instead, he liked the feeling of clearing his mind under the cold wind, so he took a deep breath against the cold wind, but here There are also people who are afraid of the cold: a black shadow emerges from the nearby air almost instantly, rushes forward and slams the window tightly, and while closing the window, he murmurs: "You have The problem is, opening a window on a cold day will freeze someone to death..."
Facts have proven that the best way to force a shadow master out of stealth is to open a window in addition to throwing flash bombs. .
Gawain looked at Amber who was muttering in a dumbfounded way: "Guards like you usually don't survive to get off work under the hands of other lords..."
" If you were an ordinary lord, I wouldn't be your follower." Amber turned her head and stabbed her waist confidently. Judging from her appearance, she should be ready to say a few more words, but before the girl continued to speak, she felt a smell of food. The aroma had passed through the crack in the door and drifted into the study. The half-elf thief immediately sniffed without dignity, "Wow... the barbecue today smells so good..."
Gawain also smelled it carefully. Smelling the smell in the air, I felt a little strange: "It doesn't seem to be Betty's craftsmanship?"
"I won't analyze it with you, I'm hungry and want to eat!" Amber said quickly and waved her hand, In the blink of an eye, he opened the door and ran out, leaving Gawain behind, shaking his head in confusion, and followed him out of the study.
Many nobles are accustomed to formulating a lot of dining rules. They not only have to pay attention to the order of seating, but also stipulate the standing of the servants during the meal, the music to be played, and even the placement of the plates. The location, number and orientation of candlesticks are very particular. They are also proud to implement such strict dining rules and regard it as a reflection of their "civilized people". However, the dinner of Gawain's family is different from other nobles—— The Cecil family's table manners have become very simple after a hundred years of decline. After their ancestors raised their coffins and expressed their dissatisfaction with a bunch of people standing next to them while eating, the only remaining meal was All the rules have been omitted, and now, the only ones left are "the ancestors can sit down before eating" and "wash hands before eating".
When Gawain came to the restaurant, he saw Hetty and Rebecca already waiting for him at the table, and even theThe Sirens, who usually rarely leave the door, were sitting at the table waiting for the meal to be served, while Betty was busy placing cups, plates, knives and forks beside them.
Gawain walked to the dining table and glanced at Tire with a smile: "It's really rare. Are you interested in going out to eat something today?"
"I heard that someone is here New cook," Tier said while wagging the tip of his tail slightly, "I'm curious, so I'll try it~~"
"New cook?" Gawain was startled and looked at him curiously. "Butler" Hetty, "What new cook?"
"Santis is back," Hetty explained with a smile, "As the last convoy entered the city in the evening, this matter I haven’t had time to report to you yet. He also brought his family. His father, Mr. Ball Said, is a chef. It happens that the family is short of a chef, so I asked him to give it a try."
"Is Thantis back? It seems that it's just in time for spring," Gawain showed a hint of joy, and then muttered, "But their family has just arrived here, so they should have a day's rest."
"Mr. Power asked for it," Hetty said helplessly. "You should understand that he left the royal capital and came to a strange place. He needs to settle down his job as soon as possible to feel at ease. "
"Yes," Gawain nodded, then looked up at Betty and asked the little maid with a smile, "How is the new chef?"
"Is he a chef? A very good person!" Betty nodded vigorously and said with admiration, "You are better than me at craftsmanship!"
This girl said it very calmly, and there was no danger that her "kitchen status" would be threatened. It seemed that as long as her pans were left untouched and her "right" to place the cups and dishes in the dining room and take care of the lord was not affected, she had no objection at all.
Gawain even suspected that even if someone touched her "rights", she would not know how to resist.
While he was speaking, Amber couldn't help it anymore. This half-elf who never understood what rules were and was already used to eating with Gawain's family quickly cut a piece. He stuffed the barbecue into his mouth, and then inhaled while being burned and shouted vaguely: "Huh... this... this is really delicious..."
"It's so delicious. ?" Tier glanced at Amber suspiciously, then poked the food on the plate with the tip of his tail, and then tried to cut a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. After chewing it twice, she showed no expression. Swallowing the food down, "It still doesn't taste good. I'm quite looking forward to it."
"You're talking nonsense. Don't you know that you have no sense of taste? You shouldn't have this unnatural feeling at all." Regular expectations." Gawain rolled his eyes at the sea caterpillar monster, then tasted the new chef's skills and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, let Mr. Power stay here, but more than this, I want to know Sang. How many people did Tisi bring back?"
Hetty already knew what Gawain was concerned about and immediately answered.: "About a hundred craftsmen of various types and twenty-three scholars entered the city with him, as well as three mage apprentices and a low-level mage."
More than a hundred craftsmen and twenty-three scholars Multiple scholars, this is still an acceptable number for Gawain. So many intellectuals or technicians are very useful in today's territory, but after hearing the number of mages and mages' apprentices, he couldn't help but Frowning: "There are so few mages and mage apprentices? Only one official mage?!"
Amber also swallowed hard and stared: "Is it possible that even Kamel is like that?" Are the ancient magisters not attractive to the mage of the capital?"
Hetty seemed to be deliberately trying to scare people. After seeing the reactions of Gawain and Amber, she said the following words with a smile: "In addition, There are also nine official mages and more than 20 mage apprentices led by them on the way - one of the mages is even an intermediate level one."
Gawain was stunned when he saw Hetty's smile. He knew that his eldest granddaughter, who had always been dignified, was also rarely embarrassed, but he completely understood Hetty's mood of wanting to "be embarrassed" -
Nine official mages and more than 20 mage apprentices! There's even an intermediate mage inside!
Although in today's Cecil's magic industry system, a mage's personal spellcasting level is of little value, a higher mage level usually means not only higher talent, but also A certain attainment in mathematical ability is quite useful!
It is impossible for Santis not to know the requirements of the magic industry, so the people he brings must have been screened and reviewed. This group of mages and mage apprentices is for Cecil, who is in urgent need of technical talents. It is simply a huge treasure!
It is indeed right to arrange a trip to the royal capital for Santis. Compared with the deserted and remote southern territory, the center of the kingdom that Ansu has been operating for seven hundred years must have more abundant human resources. The highest level of magic technology in the kingdom, and in a city where dozens of magic organizations of various sizes such as the Royal Mage Association, Wizards' Association, and Magic Research Association gather together, there are a lot of low-level magicians and magician apprentices...
"Sang Tis has left a stronghold in the royal capital and is operating openly in the name of long-term recruitment of talents. According to your previous instructions, 'Witch' Jipri and 'Fast Legs' Pierce will maintain the operation of the stronghold after Santis leaves," He Di continued, "So there should continue to be technical personnel sent over in the future - as the Cecil Territory continues to develop, more and more talents will be transferred."
Gao Wen said with joy and satisfaction. He nodded while listening, and after Hetty finished speaking, he exhaled with relief, and then looked at his eldest granddaughter: "Don't gasp when you speak in the future."
Hetty lowered her head in an exaggerated manner on purpose. Go, with a very serious tone: "I will follow your instructions——"
Gawain smiled and waved his hands repeatedly: "Okay, okay, if this continues, it will be Rebecca again."
Across the table, Rebecca, who was lowering her head and trying hard to compete with the steak, immediately raised her head: "Why do you still have my business?"Woolen cloth? ”
This girl was waving her knife and fork to compete with the food from beginning to end, and barely heard any conversation at the table. It was only then that she heard someone calling her name, and she raised her head reflexively.
Gawain was in a very good mood at this time. Seeing Rebecca's cute expression, he felt that it was much cuter than usual, and couldn't help but said to her: "Go back and prepare. Come on, your Magical Technology Research Institute is about to get busy - didn't you complain before that practical projects require too many manpower and there is always no one available? Okay now, you have at least a hundred apprentices who need to be trained, and you have to train those rune craftsmen, mechanism masters, and rune masters into magic technicians in the shortest possible time. ”
The more than one hundred craftsmen and scholars brought by Santis are indeed talents that the territory urgently needs, but they must adapt to and learn the "technical needs" of the Cecil Territory. In addition to being indoctrinated in Cecil's Law, they must also learn a lot of basic craft knowledge and theoretical knowledge of the magic industry. Transforming from traditional craftsmen to magic technicians is the first step for them to become Cecil technicians. < /p>
But fortunately, Rebecca once led a group of "problem people" with even worse foundations, and turned them into skilled magic technicians, so Gawain There is no worry that this stupid roe deer who seems to be stupid but is actually extremely talented will not be able to lead a group of smarter and more obedient teams.
The Magical Technology Research Institute in the territory was completed a few days ago. , several large laboratories and practical workshops are ready, and this is a good time to train apprentices.
Of course, everyone cannot be crammed into the Magic Technology Research Institute - Gawain. It is also planned to select some suitable scholars from among them and give them to Santis to lead and transform them into teachers in the general academy.
If there are rune masters who are particularly talented in the theoretical field, they will also be divided into a group. Send it to the Rune Research Institute.
Rebecca listened blankly to her ancestor's words. She didn't notice the few drops of broth sticking to the corner of her mouth, and finally understood that she would have one soon. When there was a big team, the girl immediately became excited, jumped up on the spot and cheered: "Wow! ”
Then he threw the fork in his hand to the ceiling.
Gawain looked up at the fork on the ceiling, and then looked down at the man whose face had darkened. Hetty.
He sighed: "Fight, be gentle. ”