The next morning, as soon as Morty got up, he ran downstairs excitedly. He didn't even have breakfast and went straight to the bushes with a hoe in his hands.
"What happened to the Young Master?" Sarah asked in confusion.
In the past, the young master would not have been willing to do such farm work. Why was he so enthusiastic today?
"I don't know, but what I do know is that it's a good thing." Barbara, the other maid, smiled happily and ran over with her hoe and sickle.
The three of them worked together, and their progress was much faster. In the morning, a quarter of the bushes had been cleared, leaving a large empty space.
"That's all for now." Morty straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The land that had been cleared was enough to grow cherries and potatoes. He would slowly open up the rest.
The two maids were also sweating profusely from exhaustion. They heaved a long sigh of relief when they heard this.
After the three of them took a short break, Morty dug a hole in front of him while the two maids scattered seeds behind them, filled the hole, and sprinkled water.
With the three of them working together, all the seeds were planted before dusk.
"Thank you for your hard work." Morty looked at the maids who couldn't even straighten their backs and smiled. "I'll cook tonight."
"Huh?" Sarah was shocked and quickly waved her hand. "There's no need, Young Master. Leave the cooking to me."
Although the young master was approachable, he still had to distinguish who was the master and who was the servant. Who would ask the master to cook for the servant?
Seeing her nervous look, Morty smiled and comforted her. "It's okay, it's okay. I'll do it. You guys have a good rest."
The maid still refused, but Morty walked straight to the kitchen.
The two maids looked at each other and hurriedly followed.
When they arrived at the kitchen, Morty looked at the ingredients and seasonings they had. He cut off a piece of pork that was evenly fat and lean and began to cook it according to the pork chops recipe in his previous world.
The two maids had wanted to observe and if the young master didn't know how to do it, they would interfere. However, their eyes were filled with shock.
Not only were the Young Master's cutting skills excellent, but he was also extremely skilled overall. Although they could not see what Young Master was cooking, the strong fragrance still made them unable to help but drool.
Soon, three plates of golden pork chops were served.
"Go and have a taste." Morty smiled at the two of them.
Sarah licked her lips and said carefully, "Young Master, what is this?"
"Fried pork chops." Morty picked up the cutlery, cut off a pork chop, and put it in his mouth. His eyes revealed the aftertaste.
The taste was so nostalgic.
The two maids looked at each other. Barbara picked up the cutlery, cut off a piece, and put it into her mouth. The crispy and charred texture made her eyes widen in disbelief.
"How is it?" Sarah asked softly.
"It's too, too delicious!" Babla was pleasantly surprised. She quickly cut off another piece and stuffed it into her mouth, nodding repeatedly.
"I've never eaten such delicious meat."
Sarah didn't wait any longer. She quickly cut off a piece and ate it. Her reaction was exactly the same as Barbara's. As she ate, she praised, "Young Master, you're amazing. This meat is really delicious."
"As long as you like it," Morty said with a smile. In his previous world, he lived alone, so he often chose to cook. Although his cooking skills were far inferior to those of other chefs, he had some achievements.
Just as the three of them were happily eating, the manor door was pushed open with a bang, and a charming voice sounded, "It smells so good."
Morty frowned and looked back.
"You are…"
At the entrance of the manor stood a dozen strangers. Ten of them were wearing silver armor and had long swords at their waists. They looked like cavalrymen.
The person who spoke was a woman. She was tall and slender, about 1.7 meters tall. Her skin was snow-white, and her long golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders.
The woman was wearing a purple robe with all kinds of strange patterns on it. Her lower body was split extremely high. As she walked, her two snow-white long legs were hidden from view, which was extremely eye-catching.
However, what really surprised Morty was that he saw an acquaintance beside the woman.
"Leona? Why are you here?"
The silver-armored person beside the woman was none other than Leona. After not seeing her for a few days, her face had become a little haggard, but it was still difficult to hide her beautiful face. She hesitated for a moment and looked at the woman beside her without saying anything.
This small action fell into Morty's eyes. She frowned slightly and looked at the mature woman. As expected, her status was higher than Leona's. Otherwise, Leona wouldn't be so careful.
The woman's beautiful eyes narrowed. "You are Morty, the owner of this manor?" She asked with a charming smile.
Morty's frown deepened. Although this woman was very beautiful, her tone carried the arrogance and disdain of a person who had been in a high position for many years. Even her words sounded like she was questioning him.
This made Morty very unhappy. "So what?" He said indifferently.
The smile on the woman's face froze for a moment before she quickly returned to normal. She smiled and said, "My name is Sharon, a mage from the Delos Empire. I heard from the captain of the guards that you have a plant that can attack on its own. Could you please hand over the method to nurture it?"
As expected!
Morty's eyes turned cold as he looked at Leona. The latter lowered her head guiltily and did not look him in the eye.
"Of course, I'm not asking you to give it to me for free," Sharan said. "As long as you're willing to hand over the seed, I can express my highest gratitude to you on behalf of the kingdom. I'll also give you 500 gold coins as compensation. How about that?"
After saying that, she smiled meaningfully. "Presumably, you also want to contribute to the prosperity of the kingdom, right?"
500 gold coins?
Morty sneered, and his gaze became even colder. Did the other party think that he was a beggar? Not to mention, just the attack power of the plants cultivated from his seeds alone was more than this number. Clearly, these women wanted to fool him.
Furthermore, she had said that he would contribute to the kingdom. She was trying to use the word 'kingdom' to threaten him.
What he hated the most was others using their power to oppress others, no matter how beautiful they were.