Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 228 The Assistant Butler

Even during the day, all the candles in the restaurant were still lit.

The various candlesticks on the wall, now spotless after being cleaned of all dust, gleamed brightly in the dazzling light, illuminating the entire restaurant.

In the center of the long table sat three gracefully curved silver-plated candlesticks. Under the candlelight, the maroon tabletop gleamed with a faint sheen, reflecting the surrounding light brilliantly.

At this moment, all the guest chairs had been put away, leaving only the spacious main seat facing the entrance, which had been cleared by two maids to provide adequate space for its owner to sit down and dine.

There was no need for Yaro to be polite to the maid. He strode over, took his seat from the left, and sat down with an air of composure.

A neat, white tablecloth had already been laid out in front of the main seat, with all sorts of small items on it, including decorative plates, napkins, soup spoons, knives, and forks.

Yarrow glanced at him appropriately, while Bard scratched his head, seemingly confused. Dylan, however, immediately ordered the maid beside him, "Serve the meal."

See, that's what professionalism looks like!

When the silver platter was brought out and opened in front of Yaro... besides a bowl of mushroom soup, there was mashed potatoes and eggs!

Forget about appetizers, soup, and main courses; there wasn't even any fruit for dessert.

Not every nobleman could enjoy crisp fruit in winter.

With Dylan's earlier reminder, Yaro had no expectations and therefore felt no disappointment.

Folding a napkin and placing it under his knees, Yaro began to eat naturally.

To be honest, the food tasted very ordinary, relying mainly on its original freshness. Moreover, since the salt mines in the Perrin territory had long since collapsed, the salt added to the dishes was coarse salt that the kitchen servants had somehow found. When eating it, you could even feel a distinct gritty texture and a slight bitterness.

Fortunately, the kitchen staff didn't do anything fancy. The ingredients were simple, and the food was prepared simply. With hunger as a backdrop, it wasn't completely unpalatable.

"Dylan, is it?" Yaro asked casually while eating.

As mentioned before, work-related matters are generally not discussed during meals. Although this is just etiquette when entertaining guests, Yaro's speaking at this time indicates that he will not discuss overly serious issues.

"Yes, Lord Yarrow!" Dylan's flattery was noticeably more sincere.

Many subtle details can reveal a person's status and knowledge.

Yaro's several natural and familiar subtle actions have made Dylan realize that Yaro is also of noble birth.

Because he realized this, Dylan dared not have too many thoughts.

Because he also understood that since Yaro was also of noble birth, he would naturally be aware of the subtle dealings among nobles.

Often, verbal warnings are very ineffective and are easily underestimated.

But it is unreasonable to punish someone before they have done anything wrong.

When mistakes occur, it's difficult to determine the appropriate level of punishment.

Yaro didn't want to waste too much time on such matters, so he followed the etiquette of the nobility and made such a gesture.

Knowing that Dylan had grasped this, Yaro abandoned his prepared remarks and instead praised, "Well done, keep it up."

Young people are naturally frivolous, and such praise from Yarrow was the best recognition for Dylan. So even though the butler forbade him to show too much excitement, Dylan couldn't help but smile, and he happily patted his chest and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your recognition, Lord Yarrow!"

Seeing this, Bard quickly chimed in, "Me too, Lord Yarrow!"

Now that he had already given the warning, Yaro wouldn't dwell on it any longer. Instead, he joked, "In the future, when there are no guests, there's no need to be so formal. Look at these tableware; anyone who didn't know better would think I was having a proper meal."

"I'm very sorry, Lord Yarrow, the original ingredients for the castle have all rotted. All the food in the castle now is what the Baron brought from the manor. Because he left in a hurry, he didn't move any of the poultry and livestock from the manor. There really isn't any good meat to prepare for your first meal. This is my dereliction of duty as the deputy steward." Dylan put away his smile and apologized with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, Bard also bowed, saying, "As the steward, so am I!"

Yaro put down his cutlery and looked at Dylan again: "It's good that there are fewer poultry and livestock. The castle is quieter. What I value most is quiet. If there is no quiet, whether or not we eat meat is a minor matter. It's just that you are here. Otherwise, if I were alone, I could hunt some animals outside and that would be enough for my needs."

Dylan's words were only superficial; he was simply explaining the situation in the castle and informing them that the castle was currently short of meat.

However, upon closer examination, it becomes clear that his real point was to inform the castle that all the food in the castle was brought from the manor by Baron Claire.

Dylan was indirectly informing Yarrow that although they were staying in the castle, their food, clothing, and other necessities were provided by Baron Claire, and they were not considered Yarrow's official servants.

So Aro told him that it was they who wanted to stay there, not Aro, and that if Aro were alone, he would never go hungry no matter where he went.

Dylan was silent for a moment, then lowered his head even further: "The elder is right."

Yaro wasn't just talking nonsense; the bear and leopard skins he brought from the manor served as evidence for his statement.

Bard nodded in bewilderment, "You're right, sir!"

Me too?

Yaro glanced at the echoing Bard, picked up the napkin from his lap, touched his bare lips with a theatrical gesture, and put the napkin down. The maids on either side then dutifully brought him mouthwash and took away the empty plate.

Yarrow stood up abruptly, looking at Dylan with a posture unbecoming of a nobleman, yet more casual: "Where is Bevin now?"

Yaro never considered himself to be of noble birth. Everything he did was simply to avoid future troubles, and he never intended to truly embrace the identity of a nobleman.

Dylan didn't look down on Yaro because of his casual attitude, and explained respectfully, "Young Master Bevin has been sitting in the master bedroom all morning. Should I call him over?"

Master bedroom?

Is that the magnificent, golden room?

What kind of operation is it to sit down?

Was he reminiscing about his mother, or was he meditating by drawing upon the intense shadow energy there?

"It's just a few steps, no need to make a fuss." Yaro waved his hand, then added, "Take a few clever servants with you, and come with me to the first floor to clear out the monsters later."

Fear stems from the unknown. Although a venomous snake can kill a person, if one is used to handling venomous snakes, even if one still does not know the structure of the snake's internal organs, the fear will be greatly reduced.

(End of this chapter)