I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"What is it, Lord?"

The lord seemed a little hesitant. He sighed and asked slowly, "Will your and Aimee's child have the last name Stark?"

Bennett was slightly stunned. He had never thought about this question, but having a surname must be a good thing, and Stark has a long history, which is not a bad thing.

"I think it's okay."

The lord visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face: "In September, Kenny will marry Helen from Rose Territory, and you and Aimee will also get married."

The news came very suddenly, but Bennett also felt it was okay. He and Aimee no longer needed to build up their relationship.

"Okay, lord."

"It's time for you to change your tune."

Bennett was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Okay, father-in-law."

The lord was even happier now, his stubbled chin trembled slightly, and he said with a smile: "Go and tell Aimee the news, I believe she can't wait any longer.

"Then I'll be leaving first, father-in-law."

"Go."

The door was slowly closed and the lady of the lord walked into the room.

"How about it?"

"He agreed."

The lord rubbed his aching ribs; his old injury relapsed. The orcs' knives were not sharp, but the wounds they caused were more difficult to heal. His injuries recurred frequently this year. The lord's wife gave him a ring with dense runes on the inside.

He turned the ring and felt much better.

"Have you decided yet?"

Madam Anna's tone was very sad.

The lord also looked a little sad.

"We ignored his teachings, Anna. He was unqualified."

Anna's words were slightly choked with sobs: "But where can he go?"

"Be a knight in the territory. Aimee will not abandon him." The lord held his lady in his arms and spoke to comfort her.

The candlelight in the study flickered, and the shadows of the two people were infinitely stretched.

"You need to rest, Morgan, your body can't take it."

"Let's go."

Bennett put his ear to the door, but there was no sound from inside. He thought the maid must have left.

"Aimee, I have good news for you."

Bennett pushed the door open and froze in place as soon as he finished speaking. The little maid did not leave. She was now lying under Aimee, eating something strange. Aimee stroked her head with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Come on, Bennett, I'm ready."

What more needs to be said? A century-long war broke out in an instant, and the little maid was no longer a girl tonight.

The little maid is actually not young, she is 19 years old this year, but she is not tall. She is now holding Bennett's waist, and Aimee is holding Bennett's neck. The morning sun just shines on the three of them. An experienced maid comes forward to wake them up.

Becoming the lover of a nobleman is probably really the dream of these maids. The envy in the maids' eyes is almost overflowing. The little maid will become Aimee's personal maid in the future, the kind that will follow her for the rest of her life. Her job is to comb Aimee's hair, bring meals to Aimee and Bennett, and fight with Aimee.

The maids were extremely jealous, but they still had to help the little maid who had difficulty moving. The little maid's status would be different from now on.

After breakfast, Bennett thought about what he hadn't finished saying last night.

"Aimee, Lord... no... my father-in-law said that we should get married in September this year, together with Kenny's wedding."

Aimee was about to open the drawer, but was stunned when she heard the news: "Really?"

"Really. Hey, calm down!!!"

Aimee threw herself on Bennett, twisting her waist excitedly, her eyes sparkling with moisture, and said in a tender voice: "Bennett, I want to."

Bennett wanted to refuse, but unfortunately he had no choice because his mouth was blocked.

You have to learn to enjoy it if you don't have time to resist. Bennett understood this principle a long time ago, but his waist hurt so much when he got up.

There was some serious business to attend to today, so he forcibly pulled up Aimee who wanted to stay in bed, and the two of them left the lord's manor.

Sitting in a carriage, the two arrived at the mothers' concentration camp, where Hannah was already waiting for them.

Seeing Hannah feeding the baby with dark circles under her eyes, Bennett felt somewhat guilty as he could hardly help in any way.

When Hannah saw Bennett, she had no intention of pulling up her clothes. Firstly, her child was still breastfeeding, and secondly, she was not afraid of being seen by the Master Wizard. If Bennett wanted to do something, she might be happier.

Bennett looked away and asked, "Have you compiled the statistics?"

"The statistics are ready."

Hannah handed the child to Bennett. The child had been born for several months and his skin was no longer red but smooth and tender. Unfortunately, the quality of Hannah's breast milk was not good and the child did not look chubby. It was not because her appetite was small, but because she ate too poorly.

Bennett rocked the child gently, which he learned from Cathy. Aimee looked at the child with envy. She didn't take her medicine this morning and she wouldn't take it in the future.

Handing the document to Aimee, Hannah took the child, pulled down her clothes and continued to feed, while Bennett took the document and began to read it.

"We push the young and beautiful ones out to get married, and keep the old ones to work in the factories."

Hannah's words made Bennett feel uncomfortable. Young women can have children again, and because they have proved themselves by having children, they are more valuable. Old women may not be able to have children, and if they are not beautiful, no one will want them.

Hannah saw Bennett's displeasure and said with a wry smile: "Although they may not really want to get married, there is nothing we can do about it. At least they are willing."

Bennett rubbed his brows. Aimee couldn't help but ask, "How many of them really want to get married?"

Hannah smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid there isn't one."

Bennett looked bitterly at the women outside. This was a group sacrificing themselves. Bennett had thought about using modern knowledge to help them, but modern knowledge was based on a mature industrial system. Without a chemical industry chain and an extremely high-quality market, soaps, perfumes, strong liquors, etc. were all just wishful thinking.

Bennett's hood lifted slightly, and the women's laughter was blown to his ears by the wind. They hung up the freshly washed clothes with their children on their backs. On the ropes were the sheepskins they had peeled off the sheep they had eaten last night. Sheepskins? Sheepskins! Skins!!!

Many things in modern leather kneading technology are still borrowed from ancient methods. Can they be made now? Can they make money? Bennett thought, what can make money quickly? There are only a few things in this era, war equipment, luxury goods, and food, so which category does leather belong to? It is a necessity for war, and the technology is mastered by leather workers.

Having made up his mind, Bennett turned around and said, "Let me use that sheepskin. Maybe I have a solution."

"Please, Master Mage."

Let Aimee take Hannah to find Kenny, Bennett took the sheepskin back to the manor, and asked the maids to find lime water and Glauber's salt. Bennett's leather making journey began.

Under the curious gaze of the maids, after several days of experimentation, Bennett ruined one hide after another.

That day, Bennett folded the leather in half and found no break, and rubbed it with his hands and found no cracks. The craftsmanship was something that a few women could definitely handle.

Bennett looked at the smooth, soft and tough leather and felt that his studies in chemical engineering were not in vain.

Leather factories can absorb more female workers than garment factories, and they can make money faster.

It's time to go find the lord.