Venison (Seeking Collection)

"In this era, if the heirs are all dead, the son-in-law also has the right of inheritance. Of course, this is limited to the direct line; those collateral branches separated by who knows how many generations should just step aside..."

"Once the men of the Davis Family are all dead, Sylvie becomes a rare commodity."

"Furthermore, those ignorant masses always believe there should be a noble lord to rule over them, and they harbor a strange sympathy for the descendants of fallen nobility. This is also a reason why one must marry her—to nip all instability in the cradle!"

Aaron Sothoth thought indifferently.

"And by taking this step, I can be considered to have completely abandoned the struggle for the succession, which can greatly reduce the future troubles brought about by being too prominent in this war... if Colin is smart enough."

To be honest, he really had little interest in a mere piece of territory.

With the hope of transcendence now in sight, whoever wants to inherit it can go ahead and do so.

"Mortals all yearn for longevity, yet they cannot attain it. That is why they seek substitutes, such as the bloodline longevity of bearing children, or the spiritual longevity of writing books and establishing theories to be remembered by future generations. However, these are all illusions!"

"Now... true transcendence is right before my eyes, so what meaning does anything else have for me?"

Aaron's gaze was firm.

Theodore, watching this scene, could not help but sigh in his heart.

In his dreams.

Aaron recalled various video materials he had seen in his past life, identified those that could be utilized, and then began to memorize them repeatedly.

In the dream world, he had effectively achieved a state of controllable Extraordinary Memory, where his memory was like a library.

At this moment, he was taking out the content he was interested in, memorizing it again, and then bringing it back to reality!

Although he did not possess the [Extraordinary Memory] ability in reality, the capacity of an ordinary person was sufficient to recall the content repeatedly studied in his dreams.

Using this method, it was entirely possible to replicate some of the technology from his past life.

He woke up, picked up a brand-new notebook nearby, and began to record with his pen.

This time, he did not use Chinese, but Green Forest Language.

After all, these were not secrets, and perhaps they would need to be shown to craftsmen for research; making it too complicated would just be making things difficult for himself.

"Organic fertilizer, cement, indigenous steelmaking, steam engine concepts... once my own territory is granted, I can launch these projects to my heart's content..."

"It seems I don't even need that much; a simple organic fertilizer is enough to ensure a bumper harvest in the territory. After all, the current pathetic agricultural technology is really not worth looking at..."

Organic fertilizer was quite simple and was indeed a treasure for a transmigrator to increase production. The materials were also easy to obtain, requiring only fresh cow dung, soybean flour, and calcium sulfate.

Moreover, a knight's territory was completely private property; no matter what industry he operated on it, he did not have to fear Theodore seizing it directly.

Even if he were to rebel, Theodore would have to defeat his private army before he could proceed with any judgment.

Furthermore, as long as he did not rebel and fulfilled his duties as a vassal, his liege lord could not do anything to him anyway...

After putting away his notes, Aaron rang the bell on the table.

A maid immediately walked in to tidy up the table and select his clothes for going out.

"Tia, this is for you."

Aaron tucked a gold coin into Tia's clothing. Looking at the little maid's shy expression, he suddenly said, "After Colin's wedding, I will likely go to Blackstone Manor to take up my fief. You should think about your future path in advance and let me know."

Hearing this, Tia's expression changed involuntarily.

For the maids in the castle, they were accustomed to the comfortable life within its walls, and the vast majority were unwilling to return to the farms to suffer.

There were not many paths for these maids, and becoming the lord's mistress was probably the best one.

In this era, even the most daydreaming maid never thought of becoming the mistress of the castle.

Other than that, they were usually matched with the stewards and their sons.

Of course, maids with a specific skill could continue to work in the castle, serving as cooks, chambermaids, or nannies to teach the ladies.

The worst outcome was being driven out of the castle after growing old, marrying a farmer, and living a life of hardship.

Looking at the maid biting her lip, Aaron continued with an expressionless face, "Whether you want to continue following me, or you have your eye on a steward or his son, or you want a sum of money... you can tell me. You don't have to answer me immediately; you have a few days to consider."

Admittedly, he did not have much affection for this maid, and doing this was already his limit.

After getting dressed, Aaron walked out of the room and came to the garden.

Suddenly, his nose twitched, and he caught the faint aroma of roasted meat.

"Ginny, it's you!"

Aaron changed direction and arrived at a corner, where he saw little Ginny secretly roasting venison.

On the white marble sat a grill, a wire mesh, and various bowls and dishes containing seasonings, which included precious spices and black pepper.

A deer leg was hanging to the side, and Ginny's maid was using a dagger to slice off pieces of venison and place them on the grill. Other plates were piled high with roasted venison, and little Ginny was eating until her mouth was covered in grease.

Hearing someone approach, the little girl was initially very panicked, but she relaxed after realizing it was Aaron: "Brother Aaron..."

Ever since he taught her this way of eating, especially the secret recipe for the dipping sauce, Ginny seemed to be particularly fond of it.

"If you want me not to tell anyone, you'll have to share."

Aaron laughed heartily, sat down, and casually pulled out a dagger to carve the venison leg.

The sliced venison sizzled on the grill, seasoned occasionally with a dash of spices, and once roasted, it left a lingering fragrance on the palate.

Aaron ate with great satisfaction, competing with Ginny as if it were a contest, both of them sweeping through the roasted meat like a whirlwind.

Once they finished, the maids cleared away the grill, and Ginny, holding a cup of deer milk, suddenly spoke up: "Mother hasn't been very happy these past few days... and neither has Sean."

Aaron did not speak.

The castle was preparing for a grand wedding; it would be strange if Lady Sonia were happy.

At this moment, Ginny lowered her head and said in a faint voice: "They also mentioned you..."

Aaron was speechless, but since he was the one who had brought the matter up, he had long been prepared to be the target of their displaced anger.

After all, despite how glorious Sonia and Sean appeared right now, once Theodore passed away and Colin ascended to power, their fate might end up even more miserable than his own had been!

He already possessed a fiefdom, granted due to his military exploits and impossible to revoke, but as for Sean... without justifiable merits, even Theodore would find it difficult to grant him a fief.

I fear that becoming a wandering knight upon reaching adulthood is his only way out.