Hidden Moon, December 16th.
The New Year is approaching, and for the people of the kingdom, especially the nobles and wealthy businessmen, there are always endless banquets and parties in the last half of the month.
As a recently famous figure in the Kingdom of Falorland, Sir Ackerman has naturally received many invitations.
Especially in the past few days, more and more people and forces have extended an olive branch to Rennes and released goodwill.
This is the impact caused by the spread of news.
In this era, although there were telegraphs and telephones, the transmission and dissemination of news still mainly relied on various newspapers and magazines.
More than ten days have passed since Prince Milo launched an attack in Merova City and everyone worked together to defeat the Demon Realm.
During this period of time, enough news spread to most areas of the Kingdom of Falorland, and the well-informed forces in other countries would also notice Ren Ackerman.
Crescent Street, Ackerman's house.
Unlike before, there are already guards here.
In front of the classical-style wrought iron gate, four men in black uniforms looked serious, each holding a white Force firearm, guarding the villa.
There is a striking silver eagle pattern on the chest of their black uniforms, and the lifelike crown of thorns on the eagle's head - this is the logo of Thorn Security Company!
After Rennes became famous in the first battle, more and more people came to harass him.
A week ago, he called a team of people from the company's security department to act as guards.
Although these people only deliver food when they encounter real masters, there is no problem in sending away some idle people.
In the early morning, the morning light shines from the window sill.
On the dining table covered with a clean white tablecloth, a sweet-looking maid brought a ceramic plate with fried eggs, ham, butter bread and milk to Renn.
"Mr. Ackerman, please have your meal." The maid smiled sweetly and bowed.
She is fair-skinned and beautiful, wearing a black dress and a lace white apron, revealing half of her beautiful white legs and a pair of jade arms.
"Beatrice, are you still used to living in Merova City?"
Renn stabbed a sausage with a knife and fork, looked at the beautiful maid and asked casually.
This slim maid is about eighteen or nineteen years old and is currently a member of the Thorns Security Company.
She was originally a receptionist in the company's etiquette department.
At the beginning, he and Kesha officially lived together. In order to facilitate their world, there were no servants in the villa.
The gentle and virtuous Valkyrie usually does the laundry, cooking and cleaning.
The maintenance of the lawn and garden outside is left to the housekeeping company.
But now, the mistress of the family, Kesha, has left. Renn doesn't want to deal with trivial matters. Naturally, such a large villa needs some servants and maids to maintain its operation.
Today, four guards, the maid Beatrice, a cook and two gardeners all live in the servants' room on the third floor of the villa.
In this way, Sir Ackerman degenerated and began to enjoy the sugar-coated temptation of the evil capitalism.
"Compared with the small town of Conroe, it is not only prosperous but also more peaceful. I like this city very much."
The maid Beatrice had a sweet smile on her face.
The small town of Conroe is a small town located in the southern plains and surrounding the city of Diramo. It was once the hometown of drug lord Matt.
Renn picked up a glass of fresh milk, took a sip and asked:
"Aren't you a little uncomfortable being separated from your family?"
The maid Beatrice shook her head and looked at Ren with a very gentle look:
"No, I don't miss my family. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would probably be sold to the drug lord Matt by my father, the gambler. I can't imagine how terrible that kind of life would be... Being able to serve you is mine. pleasure."
Her tone was filled with gratitude.
Beatrice knew very well how many women Matt had controlled with drugs.
Let them get addicted to drugs, use up their savings, and then abuse and manipulate them wantonly.
Drug lord Matt dominates the small town of Conroe. He also runs casinos, sells information, and lends loan sharks... He does almost all evil, and even gets involved in the flesh business, which has ruined many happy families.
If Thorns Security Company hadn't wiped out Matt's power in time, her father, a gambler who was obsessed with losing money, would have sold her to Matt a few days later.
What's waiting for her then is to become a plaything, or Matt's special tool to win over people's hearts.
This is a lifelong nightmare that she cannot get rid of, until her youth and beauty are completely swallowed up by drugs, sex trade, etc...
Just thinking about it makes Queen Beatrice tremble with fear.
"Really?" Ren reached out and lifted her chin, showing a smirk, "There's no need to say thank you, let's talk about something practical, like how about staying in bed tonight?"
"If you need it, I can... help you."
A blush appeared on Beatrice's pretty face, but she puffed up her sizable breasts. The shy yet somewhat bold posture of a young girl was particularly alluring.
She looked at Ren with a mixture of admiration and a hint of admiration.
It's too wrong to say that it's the way a little girl looks at her hero.
"Hey, Beatrice, don't look at me like a savior. I'm not a great hero."
Ren could detect the admiration in the maid's eyes.
He shook his head and said calmly:
"The reason why I killed Matt was not to seek justice, but more for profit. When I say this, will you feel disappointed?"
"No, in fact many people don't care why you attacked Matt, but they are still grateful for everything you did.
Because if you don't take action, they will not be rescued, and I will not be able to escape... You are a hero in my heart! "
Beatrice's tone was firm, and although there was some element of acting in it, it was also sincere.
'Susannah trained her well. '
Master Ren is very satisfied with the performance of his maid.
Thorns Security Company is on the right track, with a strong foundation in the plain area, and the cohesion of employees and cadres is very high.
This is of course not only due to his female secretary Susanna and his top thug Sigg.
Ever since Renn became famous after defeating the Demon Realm, and the news spread to Diramo City, the younger brothers knew that they were following a very awesome boss, and their cohesion instantly became much higher.
The number of people paddling and clocking in, cheating and slipping suddenly decreased a lot.
Everyone works very actively and hard, hoping to be appreciated by the boss.
This is what Suzanne told him.
The company, which was still stumbling a bit after Ren took over as the boss, suddenly started operating at a high speed.
"Okay, please step back and let Garcia come over."
After finishing breakfast leisurely, Ren, who lived a decadent capitalist life, wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked the cute and well-behaved maid to leave first.
"I know." Beatrice replied in a sweet voice.
She carried the plate down the stairs, put the knives, forks, dishes, plates, etc. into the kitchen on the first floor, and ordered the cook to clean them and prepare the ingredients for lunch.
After passing through the courtyard in front of the villa, the maid came to the wrought iron door of the entrance.
Beatrice smiled slightly and said to the guard with a Chinese character: "Mr. Garcia, the boss wants you to come over."
"Beatrice, it seems you failed to climb into the boss's bed."
A former cowboy, Garcia has an unshaven beard and a slightly weathered face.
He looks to be about 30 years old, has short gray hair, is tall and has well-proportioned muscles.
Garcia was one of the first people to hang out with Renne. He could be called the patriarch of the company and was trusted by Renne more than Sig.
Beatrice's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes:
"The boss didn't even touch Director Susanna and Manager Jenny. It's normal for him to look down on me. With his conditions, it would be no problem to marry a marquis or even the daughter of a duke."
Normally, a few third-level expert-level transcendents or one master can support a baron family.
There are usually two or three masters in the viscount family, and a temple-level transcendent is enough to become the backbone of a count family.
On the mainland, a duke family basically has saints from generation to generation.
Some marquis families also have saints. If there are no saints, three or four saints can barely support the family from weakening.
Therefore, a 20-year-old young temple-level transcendent like Renn is very eye-catching and can be said to have a bright future.
In the eyes of outsiders, he may even become a fifth-level saint!
Under this condition, Renne is of course very popular and can be said to be a piece of cake.
Even if he cannot break through to the Holy Realm, he can still live for about 200 years. It is not difficult to marry a duke or the daughter of a marquis family, or even a princess from a small country.
"As long as you understand!"
Garcia stared at the maid and continued to warn seriously:
"Beatrice, you can't become Mrs. Ackerman. Maybe you can climb into his bed... but it's best not to have any unreasonable thoughts. The boss already has a girlfriend.
Although I don’t know the specific identity of that woman, she is obviously not someone you can afford! "
"Don't worry, I know what's appropriate." Beatrice nodded, her eyes clear, "I won't do anything stupid."
Seeing that she had listened to the warning, Garcia nodded slightly.
He has good intentions. As the boss's personal maid, Beatrice can have regular contact with Ren, but her behavior cannot be out of line, otherwise it will be dangerous.
Whether it's the boss's current girlfriend, Susanna, or Mrs. Ellie, Beatrice can't offend her.
'The boss is really lucky. '
Cowboy Garcia threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, walked through the stone path in the courtyard of the villa, and entered the second floor of the villa.
As soon as he saw Ren sitting on the sofa, Garcia couldn't help but said:
"Boss, do you know? During the week when you were practicing swordsmanship in seclusion, a box was filled with letters from noble gentlemen and various invitations.
It's so crazy. After knowing that you are not married, they can't wait to cross the threshold and sell their daughter... Well, marry their daughter to you! "
"oh?"
Ren raised his eyebrows slightly and grinned: "It seems that I have become a piece of cake now, and everyone wants to take a bite."
This situation was also expected by him,
What those old nobles like to do most is to marry upstarts who have little background but amazing potential and rapid rise.
This is certainly the case for the Ackerman family.
A son-in-law is always more reliable than an outsider, and no one dares to underestimate the power of pillow wind.
Not long after, Garcia brought up a box from downstairs, which was filled with various letters and invitations.
"Boss, according to your request, the party invitations from the nobles below the earl have been declined, and all requests for marriage in the letters have basically been declined on your behalf..."
Garcia's face was a little envious, and the conditions offered by those nobles made him very jealous.
However, he knew that these conditions could impress him as a second-level peak [Wind Controlling Gunner], even if he sold himself, but they could not impress his boss.
"Oh, is there anything worth noting?" Ren's expression was very calm.
"There are several nobles who want to cooperate with the company, but their strength is not strong. I have sent the letter to the company headquarters and Susanna and Jenny will handle it."
Garcia calmly replied that the boss would not pay attention to some minor matters and leave them to his subordinates to handle.
"But these confidential letters, as well as these noteworthy invitations, need to be handled by you personally, boss."
Cowboy Garcia rummaged through the box and handed over invitations from some great nobles and some private letters engraved with sealing spells to Ren.
These are the people who really deserve attention, or the letters that matter.
"Tsk, tsk."
Ren opened the letters one by one and read them carefully.
He was a little surprised by the many promises, generous terms offered, and various temptations.
The most requests for marriage were those who wanted to form an alliance of interests, or invite him to join a small noble group, or to run a factory or do business together.
Of course, since this was our first contact, we didn’t discuss any sensitive topics.
Renn asked Garcia to read it again, while he poured a glass of champagne.
Shaking the glass goblet filled with fragrant wine in his palm, Ren's mouth raised slightly and asked the cowboy:
"Garcia, what do you think?"
"awesome!"
Garcia, holding the letter, was speechless. The noble families of the Marquis of Fenocaccio, the Marquis of Thornton, and the Earl of Wilton... all the great nobles in the kingdom were trying to win over the boss.
"If it were me, I wouldn't mind sacrificing my appearance and choosing a noble lady to stay with for the rest of my life, even if I marry her... It's a pity that people don't like me."
Garcia said something sarcastic out of habit, and then thought for a moment.
He knew his boss was testing him.
So Garcia gave up her identity as a loser and assumed the perspective of Sir Ackerman, an outstanding young man in the kingdom.
Then the cowboy suddenly became awesome and shook his head calmly:
"They are all empty promises or selling their daughters. Only the Wilson family and the Marquis Thornton family are somewhat sincere."
The Wilson family is one of the three marquis families in the Kingdom of Faroland.
"Queen of Sleep Talk" Lucy Wilson, as you can tell from this name, this is the family of the fifth-level female saint.
The Wilson family promised to marry one of their 26-year-old legitimate daughters to Renn. As long as he agreed, they would allocate a 20-square-kilometer "standard jazz territory" from the family's fiefdom to the Ackerman family!
land! Hereditary territory!
This is true sincerity.
In the Fourth Age, according to a large manor (a fief) being a standard noble knightly territory, this small manor, together with the forests, wastelands, and lakes included, generally covered an area of about 5 square kilometers.
A standard jazz collar is about 20 square kilometers.
But in fact, after the Fifth Age, noble knights and hereditary knights no longer have so much land.
Many knights and knights only have titles and no fiefdoms.
By the Sixth Age, some court nobles, even known as marquis and dukes, only had a small manor.
Ordinary knights, knights, and these small nobles can only reluctantly get a small manor of 300 to 500 acres as a fief.
Because in the Sixth Age, the land has basically been divided up!
"Boss, this is a hereditary territory, don't you think about it?"
"No need." Ren said lightly, not too excited. He already had a fiancée and it was impossible to get married.
Garcia took out another letter and said excitedly:
"Boss, the Marquis Thornton family is even more generous! They promised that as long as you are willing to marry, they can carve out a barony of 100 square kilometers to 150 square kilometers for you... However, they require the Ackerman family to become the Sowton family. A branch of the Don family."
"Okay, no need to say anything else." Renn raised his hand to signal him to stop.
Cowboy Garcia couldn't help but ask: "Boss, have you decided?"
In his heart, he actually hoped that Renne could become a land aristocrat instead of a palace aristocrat with an empty title.
In this way, if he follows Ren, he may be able to get a fief from him in the future, even if it is just a small manor of 100 acres, so that his descendants will at least have enough food and clothing.
Hereditary territory is the foundation of a family!
"There's no need to think about it. Anyone who is greedy for my body will be rejected!"
Renne drank the champagne from the glass in one gulp and said domineeringly, which made Garcia look stunned.
In fact, as a strict wife, how could Ren dare to get married?
Believe it or not, the Valkyrie will come to kill him the next day and use her famous gun "Endless Thunder" to blast him into pieces!
"This..." Garcia's face twitched, his expression a bit unwilling, "Boss, this is territory! You won't think about it, or is your girlfriend a better choice?"
"You don't have to worry about it. That's it. Don't think about things like marriage and alliance for the time being."
Renn didn't want to talk more about Kesha and the imperial royal family.
Valkyrie is not an ordinary imperial princess. Marrying Kesha and having children with her is not something that can be considered now.
"Garcia, don't be disappointed. Troubled times are coming. Do you think that in such a turbulent era, powerful people will lack land, wealth and women?"
Renne's profound words made Garcia thoughtful.
"I understand." The cowboy took a deep breath.
Now there are as many people as possible who want to hug Ren's thigh.
Moreover, the power and land are about to be reshuffled. Garcia firmly believes that even if there is no marriage, Rennes will have a brilliant future.
"Okay, I've been in seclusion for more than a week. There must be a lot of people who want to see me now, right? Garcia, open the door and get ready to receive guests!" Ren said with a gentle smile.
"Okay, boss, I'll pick up the customer right now!"
Garcia smiled the same way, and the cowboy knew that whenever his boss showed such a "kind" smile, it meant that there was a fat sheep... Well, there was business coming!
However.
The first person to visit was not the alien woman Candice.
It's not Old Goat and Leon, but a group of reporters...
