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    Twisting and turning, taking a step and swaying three times.

    This was Hiddleston's condition after disembarking from the ship, his eyes blurred, almost ready to vomit.

    "Even intermediate-level magical beasts suffer from seasickness, and it hits them hard." Liszt could do nothing about it; magical beasts were, after all, creatures of the land.

    The sailboat swayed back and forth, and even he, having just crossed over, had experienced seasickness during his first voyage.

    However, the powerful recovery abilities of magical beasts quickly became evident. By the time Liszt led the dizzy Hiddleston slowly back to the castle, the symptoms of seasickness had significantly subsided. His legs no longer wobbled, his vision cleared, and his calls grew louder. Apart from still being a bit lethargic, he had mostly recovered.

    "Regardless of whether Hiddleston can overcome seasickness, I'll bring him along on the next voyage."

    The Flower Ship travels at 5 knots and takes 14 hours to reach Black Horse Island. Additionally, it would take at least another hour or two to find a suitable place to dock.

    Thus, camping on Black Horse Island after the maiden voyage is inevitable.

    Without Hiddleston, Liszt felt insecure. If there were intermediate-level magical beasts on Black Horse Island, Hiddleston, once recovered, could at least hold them off. With the assistance of himself and Marcus, two elite Earth Knights, they could manage to escape if necessary—Hiddleston had become his source of confidence.

    Walking down Tom Hiddleston Avenue, which was nearing completion,

    the sound of hooves approached from behind.

    It was Thomas returning from gathering information about the serf Maggie, carrying the thick parchment from the administration office: "Sir, I have found out Maggie's identity. She is a new serf from Eagle Kingdom who joined Flower Town. She has no family and no surname, currently staying with the general store owner's family."

    Liszt took the thick parchment and quickly grasped the key point: "Staying? Is she a child?"

    "Yes, sir. Maggie is just nine years old this year."

    The thick parchment clearly stated—Maggie, nine years old, no relatives among the serfs, staying with the general store owner's family, currently undergoing training in the girls' group and participating in embroidery classes organized by the administration office.

    After reading the record,

    he casually handed the thick parchment back to Thomas: "Return it to the administration office."

    He said no more, feeling as listless as Hiddleston.

    He had thought the smoke task was considerate, preparing to reward him with a beautiful female secretary. He had even considered under what pretext to hire her. But he never expected it to be a nine-year-old girl.

    "What does this mean? Am I supposed to raise her?" Liszt tethered Hiddleston in his kennel and walked into the castle alone, heading straight for the study.

    The study was where he pondered matters.

    "The smoke task cannot be that simple. After all, it comes from a smoke dragon and involves fate. There must be something else about Maggie..."

    The invisible dragon chain tasks, the thorn worm chain tasks, many seemingly random tasks and rewards often had connections.

    Therefore, he did not believe that the nine-year-old serf Maggie was a random reward from the smoke task: "We need more information. Keep an eye on Maggie. Oh, Mrs. Mo Sen complained to me that the maids in the castle are overworked, especially since banquets are held every day. We need to hire more maids."

    An idea flashed through his mind: "Perhaps we could hire Maggie as a maid and start training her young?"

    No matter what her connection might be, keeping her close would eventually reveal the truth. Even if there is no connection, she could be groomed as a potential secretary.

    Ringing the bell,

    he summoned Carter and Mo Sen.

    "Sir, what is your command?"

    "Mrs. Mo Sen told me that the maids in the castle are insufficient. Are the male servants enough?"

    Carter and Mo Sen exchanged glances and said, "The daily life of the castle can barely be maintained by the servants, but during grand events like the birth celebration of the pixies, the staff is indeed lacking... Also, sir, the castle currently has no name. With the knight's honor bestowed upon us, we know you will eventually name it."

    Mrs. Mo Sen added, "A named castle requires a large number of servants, especially those who work diligently and skillfully. It's difficult to hire them all at once, so it's best to train our own."

    "Yes, we should train our own servants," Carter smiled, his face full of satisfaction. "Sir, you need more people to serve you. The glory belongs to you."

    Living alone in the castle,

    currently served by fifteen servants, both stewards still complained about understaffing.

    In the past, Liszt could hardly imagine such luxury, fifteen people serving one person and still being busy.

    But now, he agreed with the stewards: "Indeed, we should train our own servants. Currently, Flower Town lacks neither food nor clothing, and the castle certainly doesn't lack gold or income. So, the task of training servants will be entrusted to Mr. Carter and Mrs. Mo Sen. For the first batch, let's set twenty intern positions."

    Then,

    he expressed his wishes indirectly: "I encountered a little girl named Maggie, who seems quite pitiful and very polite. If she's willing, Mrs. Mo Sen, give her an internship position."

    "As you wish, sir."

    ———

    Dinner, every night there is dinner.

    Liszt informed everyone about his plan to sail with the Flower Ship: "The Flower Ship will likely stay on Black Horse Island for a few days to search for the Black Dragon horse herd."

    "My lord, I hope to accompany you to Black Horse Island," Gort immediately declared his loyalty loudly.

    Liszt directly refused: "This is just a reconnaissance mission. Once we decide to develop Black Horse Island, Advisor Gort, even if you don't want to go, I'll send you there to arrange matters for me."

    "Always ready to serve my lord!"

    "How is the development of Flower Town going these past few days?"

    "It's going very smoothly. We expect to finish all the road and house construction in Flower Town before the first winter snow arrives. This winter, I believe all the serfs will have a comfortable time."

    "Have you prepared winter clothes and blankets for them?"

    "The administration hasn't prepared any, but caravans coming to Flower Town have already started selling winter clothes and blankets. I've checked the market; a winter coat sells for 12 copper coins. As long as the serfs aren't lazy, they can afford one. A blanket costs 25 copper coins, and if serf families pool their resources, they should be able to buy two."

    After saying this, he added, "You don't really need to worry about these serfs freezing to death. They're tough; as long as they get some food, even if thrown into a snow pit, they won't freeze to death."

    However, Liszt didn't agree.

    "Advisor Gort, do you know how much money I spent buying a single serf?"

    "Uh... twenty silver coins."

    "Since you know it's twenty silver coins, do you now see them as worth only twenty silver coins? Which is more valuable, a few dozen copper coins or twenty silver coins?"

    Liszt asked with an unfriendly tone.

    He didn't care whether Gort looked down on the serfs; equality was just a fairy tale for children. But it was crucial to value the serfs and what they could contribute, so he directly rebuked, "This winter, for every serf that freezes to death, deduct twenty silver coins from your salary."

    "Oh no, my goodness, sir..." Gort dramatically clutched his head. "Please rest assured, sir. I will take good care of every serf, ensuring they all survive the winter safely. Not a single one will freeze to death!"

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