The next morning, after breakfast, Martin summoned the ten servants to his presence. He checked their loyalty levels one by one and found that their loyalty levels were generally around fifty.
However, there was one person who was different from the others, his loyalty level was as high as sixty-one.
The man looked to be about thirty years old, with a striking scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his neck.
With his sparse hair and fierce yet cunning eyes, he looks just like a sly old wolf.
Martin walked up to him and asked, "What's your name?"
The man knelt on one knee and responded respectfully, "Sir, my name is Betan. I am grateful to you for choosing me. I wish to be your most loyal subordinate."
Martin nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, you won't regret this choice. From now on, you are their captain. Come with me later."
After saying that, he waved his hand and Betan led everyone down to make preparations.
At this moment, a maid walked into Martin's room, bowed and said, "Master Martin, Mrs. Ellie asks you to go to her room."
Martin had a vague idea of what Mrs. Ellie wanted him to do, and he agreed.
Martin was in front, and the maid was behind, and the two of them passed through one room after another.
On the walls of the house, exquisite oil paintings, armor and weapons shining with cold light are displayed in order, as well as lifelike monster specimens. Each one is placed just right, as if they were born to be in that position, which shows the profound skills of the person who arranged it.
Soon, they arrived at Mrs. Ellie's door. The maid stepped forward and knocked gently on the door.
Mrs. Ellie's crisp voice came from inside the house: "The door is not closed, come in." After Martin walked into the room, the maid closed the door very tactfully and left with a bow.
"Good morning, mother." Martin imitated the maid and bowed to Mrs. Ellie.
This action made Mrs. Ellie chuckle softly, but she would not be put off so easily.
"Martin, my child, tell me why you need those ten guards. You should know that I will not allow you to take such a risk."
Although Lady Ellie was the daughter of a viscount and grew up in an aristocratic family, she had often heard stories of middle school boys who, after reading a few adventure books, rushed off on adventures.
Martin hurriedly explained to Mrs. Ellie patiently, repeatedly assuring her that he would not take anyone on an expedition, but only wanted to train some people to help make money. Only after his repeated assurances did Mrs. Ellie feel relieved.
In fact, Mrs. Ellie did not call Martin to blame him, after all, things had already happened.
She called Martin over to give him the gold coins she had saved, as she knew that without a fief, Martin could not afford to support all the knights and squires.
Even a powerful earldom is like this.
If the fiefdom was not located on the border, Earl Walter would definitely not have supported five knightly orders in such a warlike manner.
Such a high amount of support meant that most of the gold coins in the fiefdom were invested in the Knights Templar.
"Mother, don't worry. I have already found a preliminary way to make money. It is no problem for me to support ten knights and squires." Martin said confidently.
Mrs. Ellie looked at the high-spirited Martin in front of her and sighed softly: "I hope so. Take these gold coins for now, and we'll talk about it when you have money later."
As he spoke, he handed a space ring to Martin. Martin couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, mother."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Ellie seemed to suddenly remember something interesting. She turned her head, looked at Martin with a hint of amusement in her eyes, and whispered softly, "Dear little Martin, in a few days, your lovely second sister will host a grand and gorgeous dinner party."
She paused for a moment, then continued with anticipation, "By then, there will surely be many beautiful, charming, and elegant girls. If there's one that catches the eye of our handsome little Martin, please be sure to tell Mom. I'll fully support you!"
After saying that, he patted Martin's shoulder gently.
Martin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw his mother's excited look. He was only fifteen years old, so it was too early for her to worry about his lifelong affairs.
However, seeing his mother's attitude, he knew he couldn't resist her, so he nodded in agreement.
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