I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 152 New System and New Mount

Time melted away like the snow cleared from the Knight's Castle. The gates were finally completed, and on a bright sunny day, the people of the valley assembled the wooden walls. With the gates closed, the outlines of this quaint, austere medieval wall finally took shape. All that remained was to follow the same pattern to enclose the remaining three sides. Luc estimated that by next year's spring plowing, most of it would be complete.

Luc had already solved the technical problems, so the repetitive tasks were naturally handed over to old Eike to command, leaving him to supervise outside in the cold.

As long as the weather is not terribly cold, you can always see a group of people digging the ground and setting up stakes by lifting the animal skin curtains on the third floor of the Knight's Castle.

"Old Eike is such a capable housekeeper. He's still so energetic at such an old age."

Holding a cup of hot goat milk, Luc half-lying on the recliner Ryan specially made for him, took a sip of milk tea with honey specially added. Although the taste was a little strange, it was not bad overall.

"Old Eike is indeed reliable, on par with my father's butler back then."

Douce sat on a chair nearby and played Gobang with the maid Lisa at the opposite table, while the little maid Julie stood beside her and kept tapping her legs. Without her job in the textile factory, the lady returned to her pampered life.

Looking at Dusi, who was enjoying a play date and a massage, Luc shook his arm. He also wanted a personal servant, someone who could give him a massage or something. Ryan wasn't a servant, and as for Lisa... In the Middle Ages, when keeping a mistress was common, he was really worried that Lisa would misunderstand him if he had her in such close contact every day.

“Maybe the title spot can be given to old Eike next year.”

"Hey, it's time to practice Go!"

Du Si happily put down the last white stone. Her chess skills have improved a lot now, and even Luke has a headache when playing against her.

"Madam is so awesome!" Little Julie cheered. Her little face with a few freckles was still round, and it seemed the food was good.

Du Si rubbed little Julie's head. She really liked this well-behaved and lovely child.

"Giving old Eike a title? Are you sure, dear?"

Du Si suddenly heard what Luc said, waved her hand and asked Lisa to take little Julie away, then she slowly walked behind Luc and gently pressed his shoulders.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed Du Si's massage, saying, "It's true that Old Eike is very old and has no children, but I still have to give it to him. It can be regarded as a reward for him."

Du Si nodded. She understood the significance of doing so. She was just a little sensitive to the word title mentioned by Luc. After all, Luc was just a knight, which was the lowest level of noble title today. He had no right to confer nobility upon his subordinates.

But that's exactly what Luc is about to do.

"Dear, have you made up your mind?"

Du Si hesitated for a moment, "After all, it's a brand new system."

"I've thought about it. I'll have to sell it sooner or later. I might as well do it next year when the manor is built."

In the past ten days, Luc has been writing furiously at his desk every night. He first replied to Hugo's letter and asked travelers to take it to them. He then spent the rest of his time planning the development of the estate.

The development of a manor extends beyond farming, hunting, and building furnishings. It also encompasses the fundamentals of institutional operations. For example, once a true manor is established, what is a reasonable level of taxation? What specific laws should be drafted for manorial law? How is farmland allocated? What is the management system of the manor? And so on, the complexities are endless.

Of course, there were plenty of medieval manors, and Luc could easily have sent people to investigate and copied them. However, after learning some of the details from Duslao Eck and others, he found that it didn't fit his ideal management model and was quite unreasonable in many aspects. This required Luc to make his own improvements. One of these was the issue of his subordinates!
Ryan, Old Eck, a squire and a steward, do they want to divide the land?
After a long revision, Luc finally had a preliminary idea
Just as he was about to talk to the person beside him, he heard a loud shouting. The two looked towards the valley in confusion and were suddenly surprised.
"Where did the warhorse come from?"

……

"Sir, this horse must be from Al-Andalus."

Luc looked at the medium-sized warhorse in front of him. The horse had a short back and a long waist. It was mainly chestnut with a few tufts of golden hair, which looked very beautiful. Its strong and powerful thighs matched its strong and resounding snort. He opened its teeth and took a look. It was about seven or eight years old, which was the golden age of war horses. From any angle, it was a truly good horse.

Hearing Jean's words, Luc asked with interest: "Oh? How did you know?"

"I've seen similar horses in Tiha before. They were brought here by a Jewish merchant caravan. They actually said that the Aragonese knights captured them on the battlefield and sold them to them. They wanted to go to the County of Champagne and exchange them for other supplies."

The County of Champagne is located in the north of the Duchy of Burgundy. More than 20 years ago, the previous Count of Champagne suddenly abolished a large number of commercial taxes. With its good geographical location, it gradually developed into a prosperous trading area. Many businessmen flocked to it, further deepening the local business development.

"Jews? You've ever seen Jews? What are they like?"

Luc pulled the reins of the warhorse. The warhorse had a slightly fierce temper, but was relatively easy to tame.

He already knew the origin of the warhorse. It turned out that George suddenly saw the horse when he went to sleep with the prostitute. So the horse thief once again became greedy and bypassed the stable boy in the middle of the night and stole the warhorse under the noses of the guards.

After hearing this, Luc was a little surprised at George's skills. You know, he didn't see how good George's skills were when he caught him. Unfortunately, he didn't know that George had failed twice in total from Bohemia to Burgundy. The first time was when he was just starting out, and the second time was the last time when he was in partnership with someone. In fact, it was the dead guy who made the noise and woke up Luc and his party.

Luc touched the warhorse helplessly. Like Jean, he was very solemn at first when he learned that the horse was stolen from Berry. But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that since it had already been stolen, sending it back would arouse suspicion without a scapegoat, so it would be better to keep it for himself.

After all, George didn't let anyone know.

In order to avoid any further complications, one person rode two horses and rode back overnight.

"Ha! Just a bunch of shameless guys." Jean defined the Jews in a few words.

Luc remained silent. Jews always had a bad reputation. He took the horse and prepared to test drive it.

He climbed onto the horse skillfully. He was a little rusty as he hadn't ridden for a few months, but after running two laps he finally found the feeling again. He happily asked for the lance. Luc familiarized himself with lance combat again and returned only after the horse was slightly sweating.

"Good horse!"

Luc smiled and stroked the horse's head. It was indeed an Andalusian horse, with excellent endurance and stamina.

However, after riding for a while, Luc discovered some old problems that had almost been forgotten: this saddle was too broken!
Also, the lance should be improved, perhaps by adding some weight-bearing parts at the back.

"Maybe I can ask Hoffman to buy a set of saddles." Luc thought about it. Although he had a means of transportation again, the hidden dangers were real - at least he couldn't ride it to Cooper Castle.

Therefore, Tohoffman's plan to go to the Kingdom of Auvergne to buy horses had to be implemented, and he also hoped to establish a relationship with a nobleman who owned a horse farm.

(End of this chapter)