After sorting out the urgent matters, Lin Ke then briefly organized the most important but less urgent affairs.
That would be training and leveling up.
In this world, combat power is crucial.
Fortunately, Lin Ke’s talent is quite decent, if not excellent, and he’s still young with plenty of time.
So he only needs to meditate every night.
And finally, the matters that are of secondary importance and urgency.
One is Lady Antova, and the other is Baron Puxin.
Lady Antova, after all, is his elder; even if he had enough troops, he couldn’t just kill her off.
Moreover, although he sensed some malicious intent from her actions,
like trying to kill him when he was young, or communicating with Baron Puxin,
when interacting with Lady Antova, he didn’t feel any malice, but rather genuine goodwill.
So he perceived her as a capable woman with a passion for power, skilled in maneuvering.
As long as she doesn’t become an obstacle or hindrance, Lin Ke is happy to have someone in the castle on equal footing with Fulon to chat with her.
As for dealing with Baron Puxin, this requires various channels, such as convening a meeting of the Azanen Clan.
Letting the so-called "esteemed and venerable" elders, read as "older in years," to sanction Puxin.
There are many twists and turns, and Lin Ke plans to wait for Garoce to return before dealing with it.
The King of Azanen and the future King of Azanen have fundamentally different influences in family matters.
Getting rid of Baron Puxin and finding someone obedient to manage Parrot City is Lin Ke’s goal.
After organizing recent matters, Lin Ke exhaled a long sigh.
There are many messy tasks, but after organizing them, they become much clearer.
This is one of the time management methods he used during his past life’s college entrance exams, postgraduate exams, and doctoral exams. It’s simple but practical.
As for Roosevelt, whom he killed when encountering the Deep Blue Giant Tiger, he didn’t think much about it, just sent someone to deliver the news of his death.
It’s as if he was completely unaware of everything that happened in those woods.
"Young Master, have a cup of hot Gula Milk."
At this moment, John’s voice sounded from behind.
Lin Ke got up from the chair, John was drowsily holding a cup of milk, and behind him was Butler Billy.
"Uncle Billy, children need enough sleep, especially children like John." Lin Ke spoke up for the child laborer John.
His talent is good, needing long meditations to capture enough elements to feed his bloodline.
But John’s bloodline might not be strong, and he might get full quickly after just a few sips and then go back to sleep.
Getting someone up late at night does affect development.
"This is the duty of a butler." Butler Billy bowed, his tone still courteous and full of respect.
"Young Master, serving you is my honor." John also bowed, though he didn’t have as polished words.
However, Lin Ke considered John a childhood friend, playmate, and good friend, so he didn’t mind.
"Alright, you guys get some rest."
Lin Ke downed the small cup of milk in the silver cup: "Hmm, this tastes good, the herders at the Gula Cattle Ranch should be well rewarded."
One of Gula Kingdom’s specialties is Gula cattle, and the largest production area for Gula cattle is in the Azanen’s Domain and a nearby Earl’s Domain.
So not far from Azaenn Castle, there’s a small ranch dedicated to raising Gula cattle, selling cheese, raw milk, and a small amount of butter, beef, etc.
"Would you care for a small piece of cheesecake made with luck flowers and Gula milk, Young Master? It has excellent sleep-inducing effects."
Butler Billy displayed great professionalism, thinking of everything.
Meanwhile, John was already preparing to turn back and sleep as Lin Ke had instructed, but on hearing the suggestion, he quickly turned back and bowed: "Young Master, would you like another cup of hot milk?"
Do you want me to drink so much that I need to get up and pee at night... Lin Ke thought of giving John a kick or two.
His professionalism needs improvement!
See, Butler Billy knew I couldn’t drink anymore right now.
But Lin Ke said, "No, Uncle Billy, John, you guys rest up."
He needed to sleep too.
In the next two days, Lin Ke followed his plan.
Training various groups of the Azanen Theater Troupe, which wasn’t a full-time training.
Because Butler Billy later did a simple check on the income and expenses, finding out that having forty to fifty people exclusively for training could slightly affect the castle’s operations.
For example, cleaning maids can’t clean the castle 24 hours a day, leading the black polished tiles to become black but no longer shiny.
For instance, if there is one less maid holding the long gown behind the lady, it is possible for the edge of her long skirt to gather dust.
Regarding such so-called "normal castle operations," Lin Ke was just grateful that he was born to the second wife Fulon and not some commoner Fulon.
He also had to thank his negligent father, as nearly all of this was his doing.
Recently, reactions about the "Wonderland" have been brewing in several villages.
The two hundred young men and women went back on the day of the performance, chirping or babbling, using their limited vocabulary to describe everything they experienced that evening.
This naturally aroused the curiosity of many village people.
The young master didn’t summon them for hard labor but rather to watch some kind of "performance."
"Performance"? What’s that?
It immediately piqued the curiosity of many, prompting them to plan to see it for themselves the day after tomorrow.
Especially many enthusiastic young men.
They heard from their peers about the "Coiled Snake Ring," which received rave reviews.
Not to mention the powerful chorus—"Glory of Azanen."
Just listening to it makes one’s spirits soar.
Besides the young men, young women and married women grew fond of the melody "Free to Fly," easy to hum.
During the day, even plump aunts doing farm work can’t help but hum a few lines, let alone during the evening.
At the village entrance and exit, all kinds of old men and women, along with some young boys and girls, gather.
They usually chat and boast about legends unchanged for years.
Such as stories about Garoce and his five followers, or how Gula Kingdom’s His Majesty Insomnia married a Dragon-man from another world a hundred years ago.
But these past two days, the topics switched to everything about the "Wonderland."
At the entrance of Azanen village.
"Roosevelt died, and his parents ran away too, Andrew’s Leg, how foolish they are."
An aunt sitting at the village entrance said, shaking her head in sorrow, "Our Azanen is pretty good, Young Master Lin Ke is so wise and considerate, treats us well, doesn’t build unnecessary structures. I’ve heard other nobles are always constructing stuff."
"Exactly so!" The old lady next to the aunt nodded in deep agreement, "And the young master also lets us watch performances! What a great young master he is, oh, praise Young Master Lin Ke! He’s as great as a deity!"
"No deity is greater than the young master! Andrew’s Leg, the young master is too great!"
"Speaking of performances... I heard from Little York that our young master is having another performance the day after tomorrow!"
Another aunt sat on a small wooden stool, picking her toes while smelling them, chatting enthusiastically, "I talked to the village head; I’ve got a spot."
When the conversation turned to performances, all the aunts and old ladies became excited, brimming with interest.
"My Rutherford got me one too, we’ll go together then."
The aunt stuffing sausages was simultaneously sniffling, apparently having a cold, wiping her nose and touching the meat.
"You should cherish this opportunity."
Just then, the village head’s wife, looking smug, walked over, her plump waist swaying, "I heard from my nephew, the young master might charge fees in the future!"
The village head’s wife’s nephew was John.
However, John’s parents drowned early on, leaving only John.
So the village head’s wife sent him to the castle. Unexpectedly, he became Lin Ke’s personal servant, turning the originally ordinary couple into the village head and his wife.
Truly a boy kissed by the Goddess of Fortune...
Thinking of John, the surrounding aunts and uncles envied and were jealous of the village head’s wife’s demeanor.
"Even though there will be charges, that’s for outsiders! Our Young Master Lin Ke treats us country Azanen people very well!" The village head’s wife, despite her proud look, was full of admiration when mentioning Lin Ke.
"Absolutely, absolutely!"
Everyone quickly agreed, also feeling their young master was excellent.
"Village head’s wife, Roosevelt’s parents haven’t been seen for several days!" At this time, an aunt reported to the village head’s wife.
The village head’s wife looked disdainful, "Those two servants must be blaming our great Young Master Lin Ke... I’ll visit my John in a few days and have him mention it... As for their remaining property..."
As property was mentioned, the scene went silent, with the aunts and old ladies glancing at each other, hiding their true intentions.
Such property typically goes to the public, but sometimes the castle deems it unimportant, so they divide it up among the village.
Just as these people were chatting, a piece of news came.
"Did you hear, Aunt Laura! The young master is recruiting many ’workers’! Supposedly there’s a ’salary,’ and the work is easy!"
ps: From now on, updates will be at 10 am and 12 pm ~
Updates are completed in advance, you can sneak a read during work hee hee