Master and his butler Mr.

The next morning, Hernandez was woken up by the housekeeper.

"Good morning, Ace." Hernandez rubbed his eyes and smiled, "I slept really well last night."

Mr. Butler rubbed the boy's hair which was already disheveled from sleep: "We are going to find the caravan heading south, the road after that is not easy to travel, and following a caravan will save a lot of trouble."

Hernandez nodded obediently.

Once again, they expressed their gratitude to Baron Goode who had generously entertained them, and the two went to the only tavern in the town.As soon as the door was opened, the pungent smell of alcohol made the good boy Hernandez stagger. He could only hide behind Mr. Housekeeper in embarrassment, and slowly followed in.

Mr. Butler threw a silver coin to the bartender, and whispered a few times in exchange for the desired information.

"This way." Mr. Steward pulled the young master who was a bit immobile, "There just happens to be a caravan that is about to leave."

Although this caravan does not go to the capital, the destination is in the same direction, and it is willing to accept reliable individual travelers, but it will cost a little more.Mr. Butler quickly negotiated the price and decided to leave early tomorrow morning.

"It's a long journey, and we still have some things to prepare." After leaving the tavern, Mr. Butler took the young master to start a big purchase.

At first, Hernandez just quietly followed behind Mr. Steward, and gradually became a little puzzled: "Why do we buy so many furs? And what are these stones?"

"These stones are raw Sikkim stones, which are very popular in Science and Art City," Mr. Steward explained. "As for the furs, they can make our carriage more warm and comfortable."

Hernandez nodded half-understood.

They also prepared a large amount of water, dried meat, steamed buns, and some seasonings, and prepared two large bundles of fodder for the horses: "The road in the Kotma Wasteland is the most difficult to walk, there are no villages, and it is very It is difficult to find water and food, but as long as you leave the wasteland, there will be a fertile grassland, and the Golqin roast sheep there is very delicious, you will like it." Mr. Butler quickly packed the luggage and carriages, and the two After formally bidding farewell to Baron Goode, he temporarily lived with the caravan.

This is a small caravan, mainly traveling between the two sides of the Kotma Desert. Although it is hard work, the small rewards of competition are quite generous.

The bonfire was burning lively at night, and Hernandez and Mr. Steward sat around with the caravan people, listening to all kinds of novel stories told by these people traveling from south to north.Billy, the leader of the caravan, is a middle-aged man with a big beard, a machete hanging from his waist all the time, he likes to drink, and his words are a bit nonsense-at least Hernandez feels so.

"Giant dragon? Of course I've seen it." Billy raised his head and took a sip of wine, "There is a giant dragon's lair in the Kotma desert, otherwise how could it be so quiet there, even low-level monsters would not dare to go there Survive. Praise the dragon!"

"What does the dragon look like?" Someone asked in disbelief.

"It's very big, why don't you call it a giant dragon," Billy spread his hand wide and waved it exaggeratedly, "I saw it once ten years ago, a silver dragon. Like a mountain covered with snow."

"Didn't you say that giant dragons like to live in the mountains? What is this dragon doing in the desert?" The man still didn't believe it.

"Who knows what these big guys are thinking, maybe there is a treasure." Billy took another sip of wine, "A few years ago, a knight from the capital came to look for it, but they didn't find anything."

He shook his head drunkenly: "Those idiots, thank goodness they didn't find anything, otherwise I would probably die..." Before he finished speaking, he hiccupped and fell down immediately , almost fell into the fire.

"I'm sorry, my boss likes to talk nonsense when he's drunk. It's getting late, everyone go to rest first, and we'll be on our way tomorrow morning." A young man from the caravan rushed over and grabbed their heads. Son, I apologize again and again.

The carriage of the Mountbatten family has been covered with thick fur and bedding by Mr. Steward, making it warm and comfortable. Hernandez rolled in the bedding, and arched to the side of Mr. Steward: "Are there really dragons in the Kotma Wasteland?"

"I don't know either." Mr. Housekeeper smiled and shook his head, "Let's rest first, we have to hurry tomorrow."

Hiernandez glanced at Mr. Butler, then secretly smiled again, rubbed against Mr. Butler, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The morning of the caravan is busy and lively. Hernandez likes this noisy environment very much. He jumped out of the car happily, watched Mr. Butler communicate with other people, and happily climbed back into the car. Comfortably waiting to go.

This kind of happy and lazy attitude is probably not used to people. A young girl rode over and looked at Hernandez arrogantly: "What a useless young master."

Hernandez opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl curiously: "Are you talking about me? I also feel that I am useless. Fortunately, there is Mr. Housekeeper. It is great to meet him!"

The girl was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react, after a while she could only hum, and then rode away quickly.

Hernandez scratched his head, not paying attention to the matter.

But not long after, his sense of crisis finally slowed down, because the girl began to take the opportunity to talk to Mr. Housekeeper.

"Mr. Ace, you are so humorous." Audrey rode on a horse and happily walked beside the carriage, "I have walked through the Kotma Wasteland several times, and I have never used this angle like this to you. Come enjoy this place."

Hernandez was confused when he heard that, but Mr. Steward just echoed and said that he also felt that the desert is very vast, so where is the humor?

"A capable gentleman like you, have you ever considered staying in a big city? After all, the environment there is better and there are more opportunities." Audrey giggled like a hen that just gave birth .

Mr. Butler politely rejected her proposal, but the lady still persevered in giving various suggestions and promised that she could help Mr. Butler get a better life and higher income.

Hernandez listened in disarray, but his upbringing told him that it was impolite to interrupt a conversation.When the lady finally left for something, Hernandez stuck his head out and approached Mr. Housekeeper: "I don't think her words are very reliable."

Mr. Housekeeper smiled: "Don't worry, I won't just leave."

Hernandez retracted his head with peace of mind, and sat safely in the car no matter what the lady said, because Mr. Steward said so, he was relieved.

After two days like this, the days passed without interest in the constant harassment of the lady.

During the rest of the night, while the housekeeper was away for a short time, the lady came over again: "Hey, young master."

Hernandez stared at her blankly, not knowing why this person came here suddenly, she had never paid any attention to him before.

"I think Mr. Ace is a very good man. He is handsome, humorous, gentle and knowledgeable. Don't you think being a housekeeper is a waste of his talent?" Audrey said.

Hernandez blinked: "I agree with the first half of your sentence, but disagree with the second half."

"..." Audrey took a deep breath, "I want to ask you, how long is your contract?"

"There are still many years, Ms. Audrey." Mr. Butler came over and interrupted the conversation between the two: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am probably not the right person." Mr. Butler nodded towards Audrey and brought Hernandez turned and left.

Hernandez didn't say a word, just lowered his head, rubbed his nose after a long time, sobbing: "Does that lady want to be your marriage partner?"

"I think she has probably changed her mind." Mr. Butler took the young master into the carriage, then held him in his arms, and let him cry quietly for a while.

"Our contract has expired, I know, but I don't have the money to renew it with you." Hernandez said tremblingly.

Mr. Butler was not the butler. He was originally a private teacher specially invited by Mr. Mountbatten for Hiernandez. The big picture, but the original contract of employment was only signed when Hernandez turned 18, something both men are well aware of.

"Do you want me to leave?" asked the butler.

"Of course not!" Hernandez sobbed harder.

"Then we can renew the contract for a long time. Don't worry, your money is enough." Mr. Butler said.

"Really?" Hernandez asked a rare question.

"of course it's true."