Outside the Pompeii Castle, in an open space, Luther was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts. His skin was dark, and his muscles bulged, as if they were made of molten iron, full of strength.

He held a knight's sword in his hand and danced with it with great vigor.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, and sweat was pouring down his body. But Luther still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Knight training.

During the daily knight training, whether it was swordsmanship, horsemanship, or fighting training, Luther never slacked off for a moment. Not only did he not slack off, but he became even more diligent.

Because he knew that there were no shortcuts on the road of knighthood.

There are only two things you pay for: time and sweat.

Even if you have the magic potion, without the cost of these two things, all you get in return is just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

As Luther was promoted to a knight, he no longer studied under Magellan. According to Magellan, he had graduated.

So now Luther is just training alone in this open space.

"Master Luther, the master is in the study and wants to talk to you about something." A burst of hurried footsteps sounded, and little Maya came running over breathlessly in her little round-toed leather shoes.

"Do you know what happened?" Upon hearing this, Luther stopped his knight training and took out a towel to wipe it.

"I don't know, but he looks very anxious." Little Maya shook her head, and her long hair swayed.

"Got it." After Luther wiped his body, he put on his clothes and left. As for the remaining knight swords, war horses and the like, of course they were handed over to his personal maid.

"Big lazy bastard."

Little Maya pouted, used all her strength to pick up the knight's sword and put it on the warhorse, then led the warhorse back to Pompeii Castle.

After Luther returned to the castle, he immediately went to Old Sol's study. To Luther's surprise, not only Old Sol was there, but also Mrs. Sophie.

Old Sol sat behind the desk, while Mrs. Sophie sat in the chair in front.

But what made Luther certain was that although Old Sol and Mrs. Sophie looked thoughtful, they could not hide the smiles in their eyes.

I guess it's something good.

Luther thought to himself.

"Dad, Mom."

Then, Luther greeted.

"Luther, do you want to take a shower first?" Mrs. Sophie looked at Luther and said with a little pity. Although he had wiped himself with a towel, he was still sweating.

At this moment, Luther's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Seeing Luther training harder than ever before, Mrs. Sophie felt both proud and distressed.

This son works very hard.

"No, Mom. This is fine. I still have to continue training later." Luther shook his head, then sat on another chair, raised his right leg and placed it on his left leg, and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Good news." Mrs. Sophie smiled.

Even old Thorben's stern and serious face seemed to bloom with a smile at this moment.

Old Sol took out a letter and said to Luther, "This is a letter from Shield, who runs a store in Kaiyue City. In the past month, he has sold 100 barrels of Pompeii wine, and after deducting the cost, he made 70 gold coins. On the one hand, he urged us to speed up the delivery of Pompeii wine, and on the other hand, he suggested that we expand the scale. Because Pompeii wine was invented by you, we want to ask for your opinion."

Luther's eyes lit up when he heard this. He knew that Pompeii wine was a treasure and could generate a steady stream of gold coins for the Pompeii family. But he didn't expect Pompeii wine to be so popular.

Once the sales channels are fully opened up, it will be a gold mine.

Now Luther’s mind is full of gold coins, and gold coins are flying in front of his eyes.

It was as if they had transformed into two little angels shining with golden light, flying back and forth in front of his eyes.

Cool! But Luther quickly calmed down, because he was going to do great things after all.

Luther thought for a moment and said, "We should expand production. I believe Pompeii wine will become even more popular. Increase production tenfold immediately."

At this point, Luther paused, then said, "As for the money earned, in addition to expanding production. I discussed with my mother at the beginning that part of it would be used to buy potions for me, part of it would be stored, and part of it would be used to recruit wandering knights to increase the strength of the territory. Now I think this matter should be put on the agenda."

Old Sol was a little surprised when he heard this. He looked up at his wife and frowned, saying, "You didn't mention this to me."

Mrs. Sophie was also slightly surprised when she heard this, but she forgot to tell old Sol about it.

Old Thor looked at his wife, then raised his head and said to his eldest son, "This money is from your idea, and I can give you most of the profit. I agree with buying potions, after all, I also hope that you can go further on the road of knighthood. But what's the point of recruiting wandering knights? Although there are rebels who cause chaos in the kingdom from time to time, the province is still very safe. There is no need for our Pompeii family to raise these unnecessary combat forces."

Luther agreed with what old Saul said.

At present, the Kingdom of Prussia is still very stable. The king is the master and holds a lot of land, resources, and troops. The power structure of the Kingdom of Prussia is currently the power of the court nobles headed by the king.

There are also the king's vassals, those nobles with real titles.

These two major forces.

As for the common people who wanted to overthrow the kingdom and establish a more equitable Kingdom of Prussia, they called themselves the New Party, but were called a rebellious party by the nobles. In fact, their strength was very weak.

Under such circumstances, the current leader of the Pompeii family, Sol Pompeii, is a man without ambitions for upward development, and naturally has no interest in expanding combat power.

Luther certainly had his own arguments.

"Dad, we in Pompeii have no shortage of fighting power now. But as Pompeii wine becomes famous in Prussia, the huge wealth will attract many people's attention. We need fighting power to protect ourselves."

Luther said righteously.

Old Thor smiled disapprovingly and said, "The Baron will protect us. We just need to pay a little tax to the Baron. If even the Baron can't protect us, then we ourselves can't do it either. What's the point of recruiting some knights?"

Luther also admitted that what old Saul said was right.

As the lord, the Pompeii family must serve the Barton family. In turn, the Barton family will protect the Pompeii family. Even if the Pompeii family has such a large industry, the Barton family must protect the Pompeii family.

Because if the Barton family cannot protect the Pompeii family, then they will lose the prestige of the lord. How can other vassals still be loyal to the Barton family? As for paying taxes to the Barton family, that is what they should do.

After all, the Pompeii family had to pay business taxes for their commercial activities in Kaiyue City. If the Pompeii family expanded their business and traded in the territories of other nobles, they would also have to pay taxes.

And if the Pattons couldn't protect the Pompeys, then the Pompeys would recruit some knights to protect themselves? In Old Saul's opinion, that was impossible.

The Pompeii family was so small, like an ant compared to the Patton family.

However, Luther raised his head, looked straight at Old Thor and said, "Dad, although the Pompeii family is an ant now, Pompeii will not be an ant forever. Expanding the knights' combat power is only the first step. After the profit increases, I also plan to buy serfs, recruit free people to Pompeii to reclaim wasteland, and expand the guards. Pompeii has been here for hundreds of years, and it has always been so small. Now is an opportunity, I want to run it."

For the first time, Luther showed his ambition to Old Saul, the leader of this generation of the Pompeii family.

An aristocrat who doesn't want to be a great aristocrat is not a good aristocrat.

He, Luther, Pompey, is definitely a restless guy.

(End of this chapter)