Chapter 5: The Butler Test

They writing was complex, a kind of hieroglyphs, and Ian had only learned the simplest numbers before, and today he officially started reading them.

Within the walls, knowledge was firmly in the hands of the aristocracy, and books were very expensive and hardly circulated in the market.

Common civilians do not know some important characters until they die, and there are very few literacy channels for reading, or you are born noble, you go to the military to attend military classes, or you have to pay a huge tuition to send your children to private classes.

"This is a very rare situation where education is free."

The level of the butler is very high and the knowledge revealed between the lines is very deep, he deliberately took care of Ian, took Historia to study the strokes, and taught Ian to write from the basics.

After that, he began to tell small interesting stories, first to arouse Historia's interest and then to summarize the story by distilling one or two words for Historia to learn.

No wonder Historia enjoys the classes so much, at noon, the butler took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

"Miss, that is the end of today's lesson."

"Ian, I am going out, you go to the kitchen and look for the lady's lunch."

"Yes." Ian nodded.

He took a silver tray from the kitchen and placed it on the table.

Historia's lunch was extraordinarily rich, much better than Ian's, and the chef prepared a red wine steak, a vegetable salad, and grilled lamb ribs, plus a glass of fresh milk with added sugar.

The butler was no longer there and seemed to have left early.

Ian uncovered the tray and said, "Miss, I will wait outside the door and you will call me when you are done."

As a subordinate, you must have a basic awareness of yourself, wait for Historia to finish eating and then clear the plate.

He had a slight feeling that this was also a test from the housekeeper.

The butler was testing his obedience, observing whether the four years of slave life had made him develop the consciousness of being a subordinate.

If he passes this test, he might be able to touch something more central.

"What is your name?" Historia looked at Ian.

"Ian." Ian said, looking down.

"Why do you want to go out? Don't you want to eat with me?" Historia tilted her head.

"Since you are a young lady and I am a subordinate, the young lady and subordinates cannot eat together," replied Ian.

Young Historia seemed puzzled, but suddenly her eyes lit up. "Okay, then go out, I'll call you when I'm done!"

Ian exhaled a sigh of relief and stayed outside the door waiting.

After a while, a cheerful voice came from inside. "I'm done eating!"

Ian entered through the door and found Heatheria jumping from her chair.

"It's your turn." She pointed at the leftovers on the table, half of the steaks, the mashed potatoes, and the lamb ribs, including the milk.

Her lips were as white as snow, and the milk clung to her lips, looking a bit silly but cute.

"Now you are a young lady and I am a subordinate." After she finished speaking, she ran out: "Ian, call me when you're done eating!"

A little head peeked through the crack in the door and blinked at Ian.

Ian had mixed feelings in his heart, he could understand the girl, she probably wanted to make friends.

If Ian didn't know who she was and didn't know he was in the world of giants, he would have been happy to play with her.

He knew that feeling, that loneliness of not being able to find companions.

But no, he couldn't play with Historia because he was a slave, a subordinate.

The butler must be watching somewhere, and once he crossed that line, he feared being "downgraded" again to the barn for various reasons and losing the power and authority he already had.

So he simply took the napkin, crouched down with a smile, and wiped Historia's mouth.

"Miss, let's go rest after dinner, I'll go clear the dishes."

He took the tray and left.

Historia stood still, leaning against the door, hiding and watching his back from afar.

It turns out this brother is no different from the housekeeper, she thought.

Ian carried the utensils to the kitchen and received his lunch, a gratin steak and a glass of wheat wine.

As he was leaving, he met the butler.

The butler patted him on the shoulder. "Meet me in the stable tonight after dinner."

After saying this, the butler left.

At night, Ian arrives at the stables as promised.

Besides the housekeeper, there were also some strangers, although they were dressed in civilian clothes, they carried weapons and there was a smell of slaughter.

They were the lord's soldiers dressed in civilian clothes, who led the horses and prepared the carriage.

An elegantly and luxuriously dressed hostess came down from the upper floor and looked beautiful with her precious gold jewelry, precious earrings, and rings.

Originally, she was a very beautiful woman, but after dressing up at this moment, she is even more striking and, in Ian's eyes, after the bombardment of modern information, she can definitely be considered a beauty of about nine points.

"Please get in the car." The butler told the hostess to get into the car.

Although the hostess was magnificently dressed, she did not dare to put on any airs and obediently got into the car.

"Ian, join me in taking the mistress to the city." The butler let Ian get into the carriage and the rest of the soldiers rode on horseback.

Sealed, the carriage moved away from the estate in the middle of the night, and the soldiers took care of escorting it.

"The real owner of this farm is Lord Langley." The butler told Ian.

"Miss Historia is Lord Langley's daughter, and the mistress was originally a servant in the lord's mansion, but now she is the lord's mistress."

"When we receive the order, we will send the mistress to the lord, and then, at dawn, we will bring the mistress back to the farm."

"I will introduce you to the soldiers, and once everyone knows you, you will be in charge."

"You are an obedient boy, I believe you can do it well and, in return, you can receive three gold coins a month."

"Thank you, Mr. Butler." Ian clenched the reins tighter.

That's three gold coins!

Ian, who has been in the city for a month, already understands the purchasing power of gold in this world.

With about two gold coins, one can buy a fat pig, and within the walls, the cost of raising livestock is very high.

If converted, three gold coins roughly equal about two thousand dollars in purchasing power in his previous life.

In this world, it belongs to the absolutely high salary range!

With money, everything is possible!"

And he is in charge alone, which means he has the whole night free!

All he had to do was send her at night and pick her up during the day.

In between, when Langley was in charge, it was all his free time and he could move freely around the city.

Not only that, but he also has a network of soldiers and can meet many soldiers!

At that moment, he felt a sense of excitement he hadn't felt in a long time and felt that he had a bit more chance of survival.