Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 597 servant, marriage

Winter Tibetan Moon, December 12th.

The new year is approaching, for the people of the kingdom, especially for the nobles and wealthy businessmen, there are always endless banquets and parties in the last half of the month.

As a figure who has recently risen to fame in the Faroland Kingdom, Sir Ackerman naturally received many invitations.

Especially in the past few days, there have been more and more people and forces offering kindness to Rennes.

This is the impact of the diffusion of news.

In this era, although there are telegraphs and telephones, the transmission and diffusion of news still mainly rely on various newspapers and magazines.

More than ten days have passed since Prince Miro launched an attack in Melova City and everyone worked together to defeat the Demon Realm.

During this period of time, enough news has spread to most parts of the Faroland Kingdom, and well-informed forces in other countries will also pay attention to Ren Ackerman.

Crescent Street, Ackerman's house.

Unlike before, there are already guards here.

In front of the classical wrought iron gate, four men in black uniforms looked serious, each holding a white force gun, guarding the villa.

On the chest of their black uniforms, there is a striking silver eagle pattern, and the crown of thorns on the eagle's head is lifelike-this is the logo of the Thorn Security Company!
After Ren became famous in the first battle, more people came to harass him.

A week ago, he called a team from the company's security department to come here as guards.

Although these people are just delivering food when they meet real masters, it's no problem to send some idlers away.

In the early morning, the morning sun sprinkled 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 sausage, buttered bread and milk to Ren.

"Mr. Ackerman, please dine." The maid smiled sweetly and bowed to salute.

She is fair and beautiful, wearing a black dress and a white apron with lace, revealing half of her snow-white legs and a pair of jade arms.

"Beatrice, are you still used to living in Melova City?"

Ren inserted a sausage with a knife and fork, looked at the beautiful maid and asked casually.

This slim maid looks about eighteen or nineteen years old and is currently a member of the Thorn Security Company.

She was originally the welcome lady of the etiquette department of the company.

At the very beginning, he and Keisha officially lived together. In order to facilitate the two-person world, there were no servants in the villa.

The gentle and virtuous Valkyries usually do laundry, cooking, and cleaning.

The maintenance of the lawn and garden outside is handed over to the housekeeping company.

But now, the mistress of the family, Kesha, has left, and Ren doesn't want to deal with trivial matters. Naturally, a huge villa needs some servants and maids to keep it running.

Today, four guards, maid Beatrice, a cook and two gardeners live in the servants' room on the third floor of the villa.

In this way, Sir Ackerman fell and began to enjoy the sugar-coated temptation of the evil capitalism.

"Compared with the small town of Conroe, this place is not only more prosperous, but also more reassuring. 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 around the city of Dilamo. It used to be the lair of the drug lord Matt.

Ren picked up a glass of fresh milk, took a sip and asked:

"Won't it be a bit uncomfortable to be separated from your family?"

The maid Beatrice shook her head and looked at Ren very gently:
"No, I don't miss my family. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have been sold to the drug lord Matt by my father, a gambler. I can't imagine how terrible that kind of life would be... It is my privilege to serve you pleasure."

There was gratitude in her tone.

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.

The drug lord Matt dominates the town of Conroe. He also runs casinos, sells information, and lends money at usury... He does almost all kinds of crimes, and even gets involved in the flesh and blood business, ruining many happy families.

If the Thorn Security Company hadn't wiped out Matt's influence in time, her gambler father, who was jealous, would have sold her to Matt a few days later.

What awaits her then is to become a plaything, or a special tool for Matt to win people's hearts.

This is a nightmare that she can't get rid of all her life, until her youthful beauty is completely swallowed up by drugs, pornography, etc...

Just thinking about it made Queen Beatrice terrified.

"Really?" Ren reached out and lifted her chin, showing a smirk, "I don't need to say thank you, let's do something practical, such as how about going to bed tonight?"

"I can... help you if you need it."

There was a blush on Beatrice's pretty face, but she puffed out her sizable breasts. The shy and bold posture of a young girl was particularly attractive.

She looked at Ren with a mixture of admiration and a hint of admiration.

It's too wrong to say that it's the kind of eyes that look at the sweetheart, it's more like the eyes of a little girl looking at the hero in her heart.

"Hey, Beatrice, don't stare at me like a savior, I'm not a hero."

Ren could sense the admiration in the maid's eyes.

He shook his head and said lightly:
"The reason why I went to kill Matt was not for justice, but more for profit. If I say that, will you feel disappointed?"

"No, actually many people don't care why you did it to Matt, but they are still grateful for everything you did.

Because if you don't do it, they won't be rescued, and I won't be able to escape from the clutches... In my heart, you are a hero! "

Beatrice's tone is firm, and although there are elements of performance involved, there is also sincerity.

'Suzanne has trained her well. '

Master Ren was very satisfied with the performance of his maid.

The Thorn Security Company is already on the right track. It has a strong foundation in the plain area, and the cohesion of employees and cadres is very high.

Of course, this is not only the credit of his female secretary Suzanne and his number one thug Higger.

Since Rennes became famous after breaking the Demon Realm, and the news spread to Dilamo City, the younger brothers knew that they were following a very powerful boss, and their cohesion increased a lot in an instant.

When paddling and clocking in, the number of people who cheated, raped and played tricks suddenly decreased a lot.

Everyone works very actively and works very hard, hoping to be appreciated by the boss.

These are what Suzanne told him.

The company, which was still a bit stumbling after Renn became the shopkeeper, suddenly started to run at high speed.

"Okay, step back and let Garcia come over."

After a leisurely breakfast, Ren, who lived a decadent capitalist life, wiped his mouth with a napkin and let the cute and cute personal maid leave first.

"Understood." Beatrice replied with a sweet voice.

She carried the dishes down the stairs, put the knives and forks, dishes, plates, etc. into the kitchen on the first floor, ordered the cook to clean them up, and asked her to prepare the ingredients for noon.

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 a guard with a square face: "Mr. Garcia, the boss asked you to go there."

"Beatrice, it looks like you failed to climb into the boss's bed."

The former cowboy ─ ─ Garcia unshaven, his face slightly vicissitudes.

He appeared to be around 30 years old, with gray gray hair and a tall, well-muscled build.

Garcia was one of the first people to hang out with Rennes. He could be called the veteran of the company, and he was more trusted by Rennes than Higgs.

Beatrice's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes:
"The boss didn't even touch Director Suzanne and Manager Jenny. It's normal to look down on me. According to his conditions, it's fine to marry a marquis or even a daughter of the Duke's family."

Under normal circumstances, a few third-tier expert-level transcendents, or a master can support a baron family.

There are usually two or three masters in a Viscount family, and a Templar-level transcendent is enough to become the pillar of an Earl family.

On the mainland, a family of real dukes basically has an endless stream of saints from generation to generation.

Some marquis families also have saints, and if there are no saints, three or four churches can barely support the family without weakening.

Therefore, a 20-year-old youth-temple-level transcendent like Rennes is very eye-catching and has a bright future.

In the eyes of outsiders, he may even become a fifth-order saint!
This kind of condition, Rennes is of course very popular, it can be said to be a piece of meat and potatoes.

Even if he can't break through to the sanctuary, he can still live for about 200 years. It is not difficult to marry a daughter of a duke or marquis family, or even a princess of a small country.

"You just understand!"

Garcia stared at the maid, and continued to warn seriously:

"Beatrice, you can't be Mrs. Ackerman, maybe you can climb into his bed... But it's best not to think anything wrong, the boss already has a girlfriend.

Although I don't know the specific identity of that woman, she is obviously not something you can afford! "

"Don't worry, I know how to measure." Beatrice nodded with clear eyes, "I won't do anything stupid."

Seeing that she had listened to the warning, Garcia nodded slightly.

He did it out of good intentions. As the boss's personal maid, Beatrice can often contact Ren, but her behavior must not go out of line, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

Whether it's the boss's current girlfriend, Suzanne, or Mrs. Ellie, none of them can be offended by Beatrice.

'The boss is really lucky. '

Cowboy Garcia dropped the cigarette butt in his mouth, walked across the stone road 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 saying:
"Boss, do you know? During the week you retreated and practiced knife skills, letters from noble gentlemen and various invitations filled a box.

It's crazy. After knowing that you are not married, they can't wait to break through the threshold and sell their daughter... Cough, marry their daughter to you! "

"Oh?"

Ren raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a grin: "It seems that I have become a piece of meat and potatoes now, and everyone wants to take a bite."

This situation is also expected by him,
What those veteran nobles like to do most is to marry upstarts with shallow background but amazing potential and rapid rise.

That was certainly the case with the Ackerman family.

A son-in-law is always more reliable than an outsider. No one dares to underestimate the power of pillow wind.

Not long after, Garcia moved a box up from downstairs, which was full of various letters and invitations.

"Boss, according to your request, nobles below the earl, their party invitations have all been rejected, and any marriage request in the letter has basically been declined for you..."

Garcia's face was a little envious, and the conditions offered by the nobles made him very jealous.

However, he knew that these conditions could impress him, a second-order peak [Yingfeng Gunner], even if he sold himself, but he couldn't impress the boss.

"Oh, is there anything worth noting?" Ren's expression was calm.

"There are a few nobles who want to cooperate with the company, but their strength is not strong. I have already sent the letter to the company headquarters, and Susanna and Jenny will handle it."

Garcia replied calmly, the boss doesn't care about some small things and small roles, and leave them to his subordinates to deal with.

"However, these secret letters and these noteworthy invitations need to be handled by you personally, the boss."

Cowboy Garcia rummaged through the box, and handed some invitation letters from great nobles, as well as some private letters engraved with sealing spells, to Ren.

These are people who really deserve attention, or important letters.

"Tsk tsk."

Ren opened the letters one by one and read them carefully.

He was a little surprised by the many promises in it, or the generous conditions offered, or all kinds of temptations.

There are the most requests for marriage, and some want to form an alliance of interests, or invite him to join a small noble group, or set up a factory or do business together.

Of course, since it was our first contact, we didn't discuss any sensitive topics.

Ren asked Garcia to watch it, and poured himself a glass of champagne.

Swaying the glass goblet full of mellow wine in his palm, the corners of Ren's mouth slightly raised, and he asked the cowboy:

"Garcia, what do you think?"

"awesome!"

Garcia, who was holding the letter, was speechless. The family of the Marquis of Fenocassiu, the family of the Marquis of Thornton, the family of the Earl of Wilton...the great nobles of the kingdom were all trying to win over the boss.

"If it were me, I wouldn't mind sacrificing my looks and choosing a noble lady to stay with me for the rest of my life, even if it's a marriage... Unfortunately, people look down on me."

Garcia said something habitually, and then thought for a moment.

He knew the boss was testing him.

So Garcia gave up his identity as a dick, and took the perspective of Sir Ackerman, an outstanding young man in the kingdom.

Then the cowboy instantly became awesome, and shook his head calmly:

"They are all empty promises, or selling their daughters. Only the Wilson family and the Marquis of Thornton family have some sincerity."

The Wilson family, one of the three Marquis families of the Faroland Kingdom.

"Queen of Nightmare" Lucy Wilson, from the name, one knew that this was the family of the fifth-order female saint.

The Wilson family promised that they are willing to marry a 26-year-old pro-daughter in the family to Rennes. As long as he agrees, they will allocate a 20-square-kilometer "standard jazz territory" to the Ackerman family from the family's fiefdom!
land!Hereditary territory!
This is true sincerity.

In the Quaternary Epoch, according to a large manor (a fief) as a standard noble knight's domain, the manor, together with forests, wasteland, and lakes, generally covers an area of ​​about 5 square kilometers.

A standard jazz collar is about 20 square kilometers.

But in fact, after the Fifth Epoch, noble knights and hereditary jazz didn't have so much land anymore.

Many knights and knights just have titles and no fiefs.

And in the Sixth Epoch, some court nobles who were even called marquises and dukes only had a small manor.

Ordinary knights, jazz, and these small nobles can only reluctantly get a small manor of 300 to 500 acres as a fief.

Because in the Sixth Epoch, the land has basically been divided up!
"Boss, this is hereditary territory, don't you think about it?"

"No need." Ren said lightly, not so excited, he already has a fiancée, and it is impossible to get married.

Garcia took out another letter and said excitedly:

"Boss, the Marquis of Thornton's family is even bigger! They promised that as long as you are willing to marry, they can set aside a baron of 100 square kilometers to 150 square kilometers for you... However, they asked the Ackerman family to become the Thornton family. An offshoot of the Ton family."

"Okay, needless to say." Ren raised his hand to signal him to stop.

Cowboy Garcia couldn't help asking: "Boss, have you decided?"

In his heart, he really hoped that Rennes could become a land nobleman, not a court nobleman with an empty title.

In this way, if he hangs out with Ren, it may be possible to get a fief from him in the future, even if it is just a small manor of a hundred acres, the descendants will at least have no worries about food and clothing.

Hereditary territory is the foundation of a family!

"Don't even think about it, anyone who is greedy for my body will be rejected!"

Ren drank the champagne in the glass and said domineeringly, which made Garcia's expression stunned.

In fact, as a strict wife, how dare Renn marry?

Believe it or not, the next day the Valkyrie will kill him and blast him to pieces with the famous gun "Endless Thunder"!
"This..." Garcia twitched, his expression a little unwilling, "Boss, this is a territory! You don't think about it, or your girlfriend is a better choice?"

"You don't need to worry about it, just like that, don't think about things like marriage and alliance for the time being."

Ren didn't want to talk about Kesha and the imperial family.

The 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 approaching. Do you think that in such a turbulent era, powerful people will lack land, wealth and women?"

Ren's meaningful words made Garcia think about it.

"I see." The cowboy took a deep breath.

There are as many people who want to hug Ryan's thigh now.

Moreover, power and land are about to be reshuffled. Garcia firmly believes that even without marriage, Rennes' future will be brilliant.

"Okay, I've been in seclusion for more than a week. There should be a lot of people who want to see me now, right? Garcia, open the door, ready to receive guests!" Ren said with a gentle smile.

"Okay, boss, I'm going to pick up the guests!"

Garcia also smiled, and the cowboy knew that whenever his boss showed such a "kind" smile, it meant that there was a fat sheep...cough, business was coming!

however.

The first person to visit was not Candice, an alien woman.

It's not the old goat and Leon, but a group of reporters...

(End of this chapter)