Reborn As a Pirate

From Lorraine's point of view, today is a good day.

He took off his uncomfortable mask, changed back to his familiar first and last name, and returned to the long-lost Lucy Manor. He also heard two good news one after another.

One piece of news is that the lovers of Maca and Fenrir finally got married.

Although I didn't care much about this young Indian couple who hadn't known each other for a long time, but as the first couple of young people to get married in the manor, this marriage actually changed the atmosphere of the whole manor.

Compared with before the departure of Lorraine, the current manor is full of capitalist corruption, and the class distinction is mixed with a little warmth and softness, which can finally give people a little bit of home feeling.

Another good news is that the renovation of the Golden Deer has officially ended.

Moreover, because Lorraine did not authorize the use of this ship before leaving, even after the repairs were completed, she did not go to sea again, and she has been docked in Port Royal.

This time when Chuck goes north, she will also return to Lucy together and officially return it to Lorraine.

This means that Lorraine Drake has a usable warship again, and many projects in the plan can be carried out. During the two months of restoring his identity, he will definitely be able to live a more fulfilling life than expected.

As for what to do, Lorraine has not yet figured it out.

A plan is just a plan, and the most critical direction of operation needs to be decided after meeting with Chuck.

In this way, the sailors returned to their respective rooms and fell asleep on the big soft beds. When they woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The sun is high in the sky.

Lorraine stretched her waist and got out of bed, put on her early morning dress under the service of the Indian maids, washed her face, shaved her face, and was guided to the study.

Miss Offie was waiting upright at the desk.

Today she is wearing a beige lady's dress, covered with a modified men's swallowtail, her brown hair is coiled up high, tied with lace, and she is wearing a hairpin. The silk-rimmed glasses are full of intellectual taste.

"The office girl of the 18th century..." Lorraine smashed her mouth and sat down on her desk, "Miss McCarthy..."

"From today onwards, I will officially become your steward, so please call me Ophelia from now on. Master, the address of etiquette is a sign of alienation, and excessive etiquette will make your servants alienated."

"Okay, Offie, I should be riding and fencing early in the morning, why did you call me into the study?"

"It's 9:30." Miss Offie tapped the clock in front of Lorraine with a pencil in her hand. "For a qualified gentleman, morning exercise is over at this time, and morning tea is still half an hour away. It's time to do business and meet guests."

"Then?"

"I have arranged the schedule for you for the next few days, and I need you to confirm."

"Even the schedule is out?" Lorraine rolled her eyes covertly, "Speak, I'll listen."

Miss Offee flipped open the shorthand pad in her hand.

"During your absence, there have been five groups of guests at the Manor. Once was President Parker, once was Lieutenant Colonel Nelson of Kingston, and Mr. Revere, the leader of the local gentlemen in Lucy, he and his wife visited twice. Another time. There was also a down-and-out man who claimed to be your friend, and he hoped to wait for you to come back in the manor, but I kicked him out."

Lorraine opened his mouth: "You just said,

You kicked my friend out? "

The righteous housekeeper nodded solemnly: "Master, how long have you been in the New World?"

"A few months."

"Apart from Lieutenant Colonel Nelson and a few gentlemen in the Chamber of Commerce, do you have any friends locally?"

"Uh...maybe it's from Europe?"

"I asked, he entered the manor on foot, without a carriage, and was very dirty. Do you think such a person would be your friend? In my opinion, he just found out that you were not in the manor and was going to come over to eat A rascal who drinks too much."

It must be admitted that Miss Offee's judgment is very reasonable, and Lorraine was not only speechless, but also had a feeling of agreement from the bottom of her heart.

So this one is over.

Lorraine crossed his fingers and propped his chin: "You mean, I need to arrange a time for a return visit?"

"Yes, this is etiquette."

"Chuck, I have asked you to notify him to come over."

"The return visit of the branch president can be ruled out, leaving two people..."

"I will arrange a time to meet with Lieutenant Colonel Nelson, as for the local..."

"Mr. Revere."

"Revere, is he a nobleman?"

"no."

"The planter?"

"yes."

"How big is the plantation?"

"About 500 acres, he is very prestigious in Lucy."

"That's it... Excluding the return visit plan of Revere's house, I am not interested in talking about last year's harvest with a gentleman on the ground."

"My lord, it's not decency," insisted Miss Offie.

"I think it's very polite." Lorraine retorted. "Anyway, he and his wife have been here twice. If there is a chance, I can entertain them here."

"You're going to hell, sir." Miss Offee resentfully crossed out the return visit plan of Revere's house in the notebook, and turned to the next page, "Next is today's arrangement, 10 o'clock, morning tea, minutes, Go to town..."

Lorraine raised her hand suddenly: "Wait a minute."

"Um?"

"All social activities related to local squires, officials, and parliamentarians are cancelled, and we will do it all over again."

Miss Offee's eyes widened: "All cancelled?"

"You haven't handed over the invitation yet, have you?"

"I was going to send it after the report is over..."

"Then there is no need to send another letter of apology, cancel it." Lorraine twisted her neck comfortably, "I am a maritime merchant, and I have nothing to do with a small town that doesn't even have a commercial port."

"But...but you live here!"

"Is there a connection? I am a withdrawn, arrogant, and self-righteous Englishman. Letting them form this feeling can save me a lot of tongue." Lorraine tapped his finger on the table, "Opheus, I insist."

"If you insist..." Miss Offee scratched her head for a long time, then raised her head again, "Morning tea at 10 o'clock, lunch at 1 o'clock, and then you need to go to your own plantation to let the slaves know how long their master is. What, it would be better if you give some small favors, which will help you spread the reputation of kindness. Then, afternoon tea at 4 o'clock, dinner at 8 o'clock, and if you haven't gone to bed at 10 o'clock, I will ask someone to arrange a late night Tea."

Seeing Miss Offee shut the book with a snap, Lorraine was stunned for a moment: "Although I am very satisfied with a life that only eats and sleeps, but this is all your schedule?"

"Yes, that's the whole schedule for today!" Miss Offee said angrily, "because you are a withdrawn, proud, self-righteous English heathen!"