Reborn As a Pirate

In the early morning of the next day, seven or eight fully loaded carriages drove slowly out of the Reynolds Manor behind more than two dozen knights.

This is not a moving scene.

Master Siegfried, who had just arrived in the New World, wanted to go to the seaside to experience the unique white pelican hunting in the Caribbean summer, so as to kill the long time before the dinner.

That's fine.

Mr. Reynolds is always relieved that his students can have healthy hobbies in life, instead of indulging in fine wine and beds like those decadent aristocratic children.

It's just that health often comes at a price...

Last night, when Master Siegfried came to report the itinerary to Mr. Renault, although he insisted on being simple and low-key repeatedly, his entourage, the little Baron Pittorio, who was fond of words like gold, secretly sent an itinerary list. It was stuffed into Mr. Renault's palm.

Marching stoves, a full set of cooking utensils, high-end tableware made of silver or porcelain, spices, ingredients, famous wines, tea, coffee, deck chairs, smokeless charcoal, sun umbrellas and tents...

And the hound, and the chef and the cook who are good at French cuisine.

As expected of the real young master of the royal family, this kind of "simple outing" is several grades higher than the daily life of Renault Manor in terms of specifications. Only relying on the existing resources at hand, Mr. Renault has no possibility to do it before dawn. After finishing the preparations, even the simplest carriage is not enough!

Mr. Reynolds retreated, and at a certain moment, he wanted to put on the airs of an elder and persuade Siegfried to live a "simpler, more simple" life.

However, at that moment, the head of the guard who smashed the door appeared, and was appointed by the little baron Pittorio to kindly tell Mr. Renault that if the manor couldn't prepare these small things for a while, he could go to the ship to get them.

The malicious ridicule that is almost overflowing...

Sure enough, even after leaving Europe for more than 20 years, those harsh followers are still the most annoying cancer in aristocratic culture.

Poor Mr. Renault had no way out, so he had no choice but to lick his old face and use all his contacts, and visited nine old friends one after another. Only then did he make all the necessary preparations before dawn, and passed the request of that little bastard. test.

At least, most of it passed...

At dawn, the little bastard stood in front of the most proud bone china tableware of the Renault family with a cold face, holding a pure white silk handkerchief in his hand, wiping his fingers nervously.

This inexplicable action lasted for a while, and then he beckoned the head of the guard to his side, and muttered a few words softly.

The head of the guard walked up to Mr. Renault embarrassedly, and said, "Sir, the baron ordered me to thank you for your hard work this night. He said that although the quality of these things is a bit poor, most of them can barely be handed over to the master. Except for the wine and china, it's too bad."

The corner of Mr. Renault's mouth twitched violently: "His opinion? Since it is his opinion, why should you convey it!"

"Er... because he doesn't speak French?"

The malice was completely overflowing.

Mr. Reynolds firmly believed that if someone cut this little nuisance horizontally, he would be black from the inside out, just like those unbelievers raised by heretics in church legends!

But Mr. Renault really couldn't be angry about it.

In the social structure of France, the royal family and the rare French nobles constitute the first level, and the ordinary nobles as the backbone form the second level.

Proprietors like Monsieur Renault and the lower nobles form the third estate, the commoners, workers, peasants and vagabonds the fourth estate...

It is a common standard of life for French people to flatter the upper and lower the lower. Mr. Reynolds never imagined that he could get a little kindness from the little hater.

What's more... those magnificent oriental doucai porcelain, and Porto wine worth a hundred pounds...

All the precious items taken out by the leader of the guard reminded Mr. Renault that what the little bastard really wanted was Siegfried's ordinary daily life, and had nothing to do with the so-called making things difficult.

Thank the almighty and merciful Lord, if there is no little nuisance, he has almost forgotten what the class divide really looks like!

Mr. Renault prayed and watched the hunting convoy slowly go away. He suddenly began to look forward to tonight's banquet in his heart, looking forward to his impact on the upper world again after thirty years.

"Dress... dress! Go and take out my best dress, pocket watch, gloves, saber, feathers, and hold a magnifying glass for me to check them all! Tonight's banquet must be foolproof!"

...

Meanwhile, the hunting convoy.

The suave and suave Yacharin was at the head of the team riding a pure white horse. He was wearing a brand-new riding outfit, colorful like a budgerigar that is a specialty of the South American jungle, and his short flaxen hair was curled naturally with a curling iron. Those two maids are very good at their workmanship, their perms are so good, and so are their performances on the bed.

Behind him are Lorraine, Henna, and Pierce. The three followed Acharin in an inverted shape. They were dressed as before, but the horses under them had already been replaced with local horses from America.

Not only them, but the poor quality horses of the entire cavalry team have been returned to the leasing business. The current horses are sponsored by Mr. Lei Nuo. Although it is not indicated on the list, Mr. Ren Nuo actively believes that only handsome and tall horses are worthy of them. Goffey's elegant demeanor.

This place is still far away from the east of Tantu. According to the news from the city, Zirned and Miss Emily are still preparing for the trip, so the team is not in a hurry. Talk about idle articles.

Little Pierce wrinkled his face: "Brother, why did you tell Mr. Renault the truth in the early morning?"

"Honestly? What did I say?"

"I don't speak French that..."

Hana burst out laughing, "You said that?"

Lorraine had no choice but to nod innocently: "Look, Baron Pittorio, an ordinary nobleman in France, can't speak French. Anyway, Mr. Renault wouldn't believe it. He just said it, it doesn't matter."

Pierce dismounted angrily: "What if he believed it?"

"Pierce, French and Spanish are the common languages ​​of the upper class, and they are as important as English. After experiencing this, you should know your own shortcomings." Lorraine began to preach with a serious face, "The preparations for this time are in a hurry, Jinlu The only ones on the ship who can speak French fluently are Yacharin and me, and Carmen, Karen, Daniel and even Wang are not on board, which is our weakness."

"The sailors who play the role of guards can set themselves up as a rigorous and reticent character, but you, a close follower, can't do it. You are not dumb, and this problem must be resolved in advance."

"What kind of excuse is the best excuse? The great ancestors told us that the best excuse is to let the other party make their own excuses. When you are supposed to talk to me to convey your opinion, Mr. Reynolds will be unnatural for this Whether you think you are shy, shy, black-bellied, arrogant, or even contemptuous of him, no matter what it is, you have enough reasons to continue to remain silent in the following social interactions. Reasons, the squires of Leloran will make reasonable additions themselves."

"You really think so much?"

Lorraine shrugged noncommittally, neither admitting nor denying it.

Yachalin Lema at the front took half a step back, and interjected, "Captain, on the eastern side, should I do whatever I want?"

Lorraine smiled disdainfully.

"Let's go and make trouble, polite and polite Master Siegfried. I believe that you are a professional in picking up girls. As for the bad impression you will leave on the men in the town... With your design, I really can't think of it. Out here in this small town, who you need to keep a low profile and keep a low profile."

"Heroes, see the same thing."