That Won't Do

Aldrius and Elena looked at each other in dismay, watching their son, who had just regained his sanity, leave.

After a brief silence, Elena lightly tapped Aldrius on the chest and reproached him, "You seriously want our son to go to the shipyard? Couldn't you just talk to him properly?"

The situation was indeed a bit tricky, but far from unexpected for Aldrius.

"What did you just hear Rowan say he was going to do? He said he was going back to write a plan?"

"It seemed like it. He meant he was going back to prepare and would tell you which shipyard tomorrow," Elena replied.

My son actually wants to go back and prepare a plan! Aldrius had originally expected his son to be hot-headed and agree to go to the shipyard on the spot. But now, it seemed Rowan hadn't agreed to go to the shipyard simply to escape the Military Academy. It seemed he really was very confident.

"How is it that after being a fool for eight years, our son has become even smarter?" Elena recalled her son's confident look from just now and said with a smile.

Aldrius pulled Elena over into his embrace and said, "You didn't even stop to think whose son this is. I'm in a good mood tonight, how about..."

"Naughty!"

Rowan's residence was a two-story small building on the west side of the garden. After returning to his quarters, Jenny prepared dinner for Rowan.

The main course was steak, two fried eggs, and three pieces of soft bread.

The drinks were sake transported from Alterac and anchorweed tea.

"Young Master, it's time to eat," Jenny said, wearing a maid's outfit as she knocked on the sliding door of the foyer to remind Rowan.

As soon as he got home, Rowan had been scribbling and drawing on the map of Tiragarde Sound in his study. This was an industrial map he had swiped from his father's room; the family's shipyards, mines, and warehouses were all marked on it.

Rowan's enthusiasm was soaring. He was currently planning to make a big splash, but you couldn't make a big splash on an empty stomach. He took the wet towel from Jenny's hand to wipe his face and hands, then tucked the napkin by the table into his neck.

Looking at the exquisite dinner and the rather attractive maid, Rowan felt incomparably refreshed in body and mind. The daily life of a rich second-generation heir was truly wonderful.

"Sit down too, Jenny, go to the kitchen and get yourself a set of utensils." It wasn't that Rowan wasn't used to being served by others, but rather that he wasn't used to having someone watch him eat.

Jenny smiled shyly, then discovered the issue: "Young Master, what are utensils?"

Uh... I mean knives and forks, you heard wrong just now. Damn it, he had almost exposed the fact that he was a transmigrator.

Blushing and lowering her head to mask the delight on her face, Jenny stammered a refusal: "No, Young Master Rowan, maids are not allowed to sit at the table and eat with their master."

The Young Master had regained his sanity, which should have been a very joyous occasion, but Jenny couldn't bring herself to be happy. Lord Baron used to say that Jenny was to take care of Rowan for the rest of her life. Now that the Young Master had recovered his sanity, she definitely wouldn't be able to stay by his side anymore.

However, the Young Master actually asked her to eat with him today; the Young Master was really so heartwarming.

"Jenny, what's wrong with you?"

After Rowan brought back a set of knives and forks for Jenny, he found that she was still standing dazedly in place, her tender little face so flushed it looked like it could be squeezed out water.

"Nothing, I'm fine, Young Master Rowan." Jenny covered her face with both hands, her pale blue pupils secretly observing Young Master Rowan's expression through her fingers.

Rowan nodded slightly, pointed at the knives and forks beside the table and the newly pulled-out wooden chair, and said, "Sit. From now on, when there are no outsiders, just sit beside me and eat with me."

"That won't do, Young Master. This violates aristocratic etiquette."

"This is an order," Rowan deliberately put on a straight face and said seriously.

The cold and stern Young Master Rowan is really so handsome. Jenny cautiously sat down, and then took the initiative to cut the steak for Rowan.

Taking advantage of the time Jenny spent cutting the steak, Rowan took the initiative to ask, "Jenny, how old are you this year?"

"Seventeen."

"Oh, where was your hometown again?"

"Hatherford." Jenny handed the cut steak to Rowan's chest and smiled sweetly.

Recalling what he had just seen on the map, Rowan continued the conversation: "Hatherford has quite a few mines belonging to our Norwington family. I heard that the stones produced by these mines are all sold to Goblins?"

"Yes, Young Master. The locals all call these stones 'Blackstone'. Aside from the commoners of Drustvar using some Blackstone to get through the winter, most of the remaining Blackstone is sold cheaply to Goblins." After saying this, Jenny put a small piece of beef into her mouth and chewed slowly.

The Blackstone in Jenny's mouth was in all probability coal, otherwise the Goblins wouldn't have come to Kul Tiras to buy ore. Jaina was sixteen now, and judging from the timeline, it should be the thirteenth year after the Dark Portal. At present, the continent of Azeroth was still in an era of swords and magic, and the steam technology of dwarves and goblins was still not fit for the grand stage.

"Are Jenny's parents still around?"

"Yes, Young Master Rowan."

"Then do you want to go home and visit?"

Jenny put down her knife and fork, bit her lips, shook her head, and said dejectedly, "Young Master, are you going to chase me back home?"

Thinking of how the Young Master had suddenly been so good to her today, Jenny felt a chill in her heart.

Before Rowan could answer, Jenny continued, "My parents sold me to the Norwington family when I was six years old. For me, this is home."

The little maid's tears fell in a patter, and Rowan didn't feel too good inside either. As a fake rich second-generation heir, how could he not know the bitterness of the lives of the poor?

"Jenny, you're overthinking it. I mean you're going to follow me to Hatherford; I have things to do there." Rowan comforted his personal maid.

Hearing the Young Master say this, Jenny wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, broke into a smile through her tears, and said, "Thank you, Young Master."

After dinner, Rowan continued searching the map for the Norwington shipyard closest to Hatherford.

After fifteen minutes of careful consideration, Rowan finally settled the shipyard on the Morris Shipyard on the southern side of Hatherford.

The Morris Shipyard was located in Morris Town, a small seaside town in Hatherford, facing Boralus across the sea.

Jenny added magic dust to the magic lamp twice, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, she slumped onto the desk opposite Rowan and fell asleep.

Rowan wrote down quite a few things that needed to be prepared on paper, then let out two yawns, rubbed his drowsy eye sockets.

Seeming to hear the Young Master's movements, Jenny said with sleep-filled eyes, "Is the Young Master done? Let's wash up and go to sleep."

"Alright-no, wait, not alright, what do you mean let's?"

"What's wrong with you, Young Master? Didn't we always sleep together before?" Jenny looked at Rowan in bewilderment.

Rowan felt a chill in his crotch, thinking to himself that he had actually transmigrated into such a shameless person. Thank goodness he transmigrated, otherwise it really would have been a three-year sentence.

"I didn't do anything other than sleep, did I?"

"No, Young Master. But if you want to..."

Rowan immediately interrupted Jenny and said with a straight face, "Jenny, there are several bedrooms on the second floor. From now on, you will sleep in the room next to mine."

Jenny nodded and said, "Alright, Young Master. Then I'll go make your bed."