In Lorraine's opinion, today was a wonderful day.

I took off my uncomfortable mask, changed back to my familiar surname and name, and returned to the long-lost Luxi Manor. As soon as I came back, I heard two good news one after another.

One news is that Maca and Finrier's lover finally got married.

Although I don’t care much about this young Indian couple who have not met for many days, as the first young couple to get married in the manor, this marriage has really changed the atmosphere of the entire manor.

Compared to before Lorraine set out, the current manor is full of capitalist corruption, and the class is clearly mixed with a little warmth and softness, which can finally give people a little home feeling.

Another good news is that the renovation of the Golden Deer is officially over.

Moreover, because Lorraine had not given the use of the ship before leaving, even though the repair was over, she did not go out to sea again and had been docking in Port Royal.

This time Chuck goes north, she will return to Lucy together and officially return it to Lorraine.

This means that Lorraine Drake has re-owned the available warships, many of the planned projects can be unfolded, and in the two months of his resumption of his identity, he will definitely live a more fulfilling life than expected.

As for what exactly to do, Lorraine hasn't figured it out yet.

Planning is just planning, and the most critical operation direction can only be decided after meeting Chuck.

In this way, the seafarers returned to their respective rooms and fell asleep beautifully on the soft big bed. When they woke up, it was already the next morning.

The sun hangs high in the sky.

Lorraine stretched her waist and got out of bed, put on her early morning dress under the service of the Indian maids, then washed up and repaired her face, and was guided to the study.

Miss Orphee was waiting at the desk with a decent look.

Today she was wearing a beige ladies' dress, covered with a modified man's swallowtail, her brown hair was tied up, her hair was tied up, her hairpin was tied, her shorthand notebook was held in her hand, and a pair of gold-wisted glasses were erected on her face, and her whole body was filled with an intellectual smell.

"The office girl of the eighteenth century..." Lorraine smashed her mouth and sat down at her desk, "Miss McCarthy..."

"From today, I will officially become your housekeeper, so please call me Offi. Master, the title of etiquette is a manifestation of alienation, and excessive etiquette will make your servants disunited."

"Well, Orphe, it should be the time for me to ride horses and fencing early in the morning. Why did you call me to the study?"

"It's 9:30 now." Miss Orfe struck the clock in front of Lorraine with the pencil in her hand. "For a qualified gentleman, this morning exercise is over, and morning tea has half an hour to start, and it is the time to deal with affairs and meet guests."

"Then?"

"I have arranged a schedule for you in the past few days and you need to confirm it."

"Is there even a schedule?" Lorraine rolled her eyes invisibly, "You say, I'll listen."

Miss Orphee lifted the shorthand notebook in her hand.

"The days when you were away, five groups of guests came to the estate. The President of Parker once, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson from Kingston, and Mr. Reville, the leader of the local gentleman in Lucy, visited twice with his wife. There was also a down-and-out man who claimed to be your friend, who hoped to wait for you to come back in the estate and was driven out by me."

Lorraine opened her mouth: "You just said, did you drive my friend out?"

Zheng, the righteous butler, said: "Master, how long have you been to the New World?"

“A few months.”

"Do you have friends locally except for Lieutenant Colonel Nelson and a few gentlemen in the Chamber of Commerce?"

"Uh... maybe it's from Europe?"

"I asked, he entered the manor on foot, without carriages, and it was very dirty. Do you think such a person would be your friend? In my opinion, it was just a rogue who was not in the manor and was preparing to come over to eat and drink."

It must be admitted that Miss Orphe's judgment is very reasonable. Lorraine is not only speechless, but also feels a little agreeable from the bottom of her heart.

So this article has been revealed.

Lorraine crossed her fingers and supported her chin: "You mean, do I need to arrange a return visit?"

“Yes, this is etiquette.”

"I've asked you to inform him over Chuck."

"The branch president's follow-up visit can be ruled out, and the two are left..."

"I will arrange time to meet Lieutenant Colonel Nelson, as for the local one..."

"Mr. Revere."

"Revel, is he a noble?"

"no."

"Is it the planter?"

"yes."

“What a big plantation?”

"About 500 acres, he has a very prestigious presence in Luci."

"That's it... I'm not interested in talking about last year's harvest with a gentleman on the ground."

"Master, this is not etiquette." Miss Orphee insisted.

"I think this is very etiquette." Lorraine retorted, "Anyway, he and his wife have been here twice. If you have the chance, I can entertain them here."

"You will go to hell, lord." Miss Orphe crossed out the Revere's return visit plan in the book, turning to the next page, "The next is today's arrangement, 10 o'clock, morning tea, 11:30 o'clock, go to town..."

Lorraine suddenly raised her hand: "Wait a minute."

"Um?"

"All social activities related to local squire, officials, and councillors have been cancelled, and they will be done again."

Miss Orphee widened her eyes: "All cancel?"

"You haven't delivered a message yet, have you?"

"I was originally going to send it after the report was finished..."

"Then there is no need to send another apology letter, cancel it." Lorraine twisted her neck comfortably, "I am a maritime businessman, and I have any good social interaction with a small town that doesn't even have a business port."

"But...but you live here!"

"Is there any connection? I am an introverted, arrogant, self-righteous Englishman. Letting them form this feeling can save me a lot of verbal talk." Lorraine knocked on the table with her finger, "Offi, I insist."

"If you insist..." Miss Orphee pulled for a long time and raised her head again, "10:00 breakfast tea, 1:00 lunch, then you need to go to your own plantation to see what their master looks like, and it would be better if you give some small favors, which would help you spread your reputation of kindness. Then, afternoon tea at 4:00, dinner at 8:00, and at 10:00, if you haven't fallen asleep, I'll ask someone to arrange evening tea."

Seeing Miss Orphee closing the notebook with a snap, Lorraine was stunned: "Although I am very satisfied with the life of eating and sleeping, is this the entire schedule you arranged?"

"Yes, that's all the schedule today!" Miss Orphee was furious, "because you are an introverted, arrogant, self-righteous English pagan!"
Chapter completed!