This vineyard owned by Losa is really large.

Rather than being called a vineyard, it's more like a village where grape growing is the main industry.

The blacksmith shop, livestock sheds, large wind-and-animal-powered mills, and houses built from wood and mud are orderly arranged around the estate.

There are about twenty households and around a hundred people living in the village.

At the deepest part of the village, a two-meter-high white wall encircles a not-so-luxurious three-story manor-style building.

The gates there have already been opened.

The estate housekeeper, informed early, stood at the entrance with over ten "servants," ready to welcome the guests.

A tall olive tree, nearly ten meters high, swayed gently in the breeze. Its slender, dense leaves cast a shaded area.

A soft rustling sound reached the ears, and Jeanne whistled, "This is indeed an ideal place for a vacation."

Losa frowned slightly.

He still hadn't figured out what kind of experience Jeanne had gone through after being reborn as the "Knight of Radiance" to make her so frivolous now.

The housekeeper took off his hat and bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, your arrival makes the Flyn Villa sparkle with brilliance."

The estate was named "Flyn" because it's said the first grapevine here grew from the droppings of migratory birds that wintered here.

Losa nodded slightly, "Housekeeper, tell me your name."

The housekeeper promptly replied, "Fabio Hoss, you can just call me Old Fabio."

The housekeeper of such an estate is actually akin to the role of a guard officer like Leonard.

In peacetime, he has the power to collect taxes, manage land, lend tools and livestock to farmers, and hold estate courts.

In the face of foreign invasion, he also has the right to conscript peasant slaves to defend the lord's property without compensation.

But it's worth noting that there are very few peasant slaves under Losa now.

The majority, as long as they were willing to convert, were liberated by Losa to become tenant farmers, paying taxes proportionally.

No longer did they have to spend half their week working the lord's land for free as before.

Losa believes the employment system can better stimulate people's initiative.

While peasant slaves, when working the lord's land without compensation, inevitably felt lazy and indifferent—it's human nature that cannot be changed with a mere whip.

"Then, Old Fabio, please lead my knights to rest. I and my ladies will dine in the estate and taste wine."

"I assure you, master, you will receive the finest hospitality."

The housekeeper's attitude was humble, even slightly fearful.

As the lord of Hebron, all of Fabio's power in the estate stems from him, in a sense, Fabio should be considered Losa's "retainer."

Losa's first impression of Fabio was good, dressed simply, with a burly figure, skin slightly tanned from frequent exposure to the sun, carrying a heavy military demeanor.

"Fabio, did you serve in the army before?"

Fabio promptly replied, "Indeed, I once served in the army under Count Reynard, reaching the position of standard bearer, commanding a troop of infantry."

"Not bad."

Losa gave a concise compliment.

Fabio, however, felt a bit uneasy; the discord between this new earl and the old earl was well-known.

"Please follow me."

Fabio and a group of servants escorted the guests inside.

In the Flyn Villa, there are no professional maids and servants attending; they are all part-time and mostly need to work in the fields.

Fabio, upon witnessing a servant awkwardly trying to handle Jeanne's "grape" but being startled by a snort and retreating repeatedly in a clumsy display, hurriedly said, "Apologies, beautiful lady, these are country folks who haven't seen the world, they meant no offense."

Jeanne let out a good-natured laugh, "It's alright, 'Grape' is a trickster, and everyone knows he has a penchant for pranks, no one will blame him."

The inexperienced young men looked dumbfounded.

Fabio was both angry and scared, "You eyeball-less fools dare to look directly at the lady of the lord's house, scram!"

The winged cavalrymen burst into good-natured laughter, "They must have never seen Jeanne in the heat of battle, or they'd be scared stiff."

"It's alright, Old Fabio, everyone likes Lady Jeanne, it's quite normal."

"The master is a magnanimous person; he will forgive you, but if you keep watching, we won't like it."

The winged cavalrymen chattered and created a disturbance.

They all liked Jeanne as their leader.

Losa also broke into a slight smile, "Fabio, don't blame them, let them disperse."

Fabio showed a grateful expression, "Master, would you like to view the wine cellar? There's a batch of fine wine that's been stored for a whole year."

"No need, I'd like to rest a bit in the hall first; you can bring a barrel up."

Losa walked straight into the estate.

With Furinjira's help, he took off his cloak, full armor, only wearing a thin shirt, "Ah, sit down, it's pretty cool here."

It was probably because Reynard had never lived here before; the estate's furnishings were simple, but it was evident that someone regularly cleaned, making it rarely clean and tidy.

In any case, it's much more comfortable than the gloomy, damp castle.

The housekeeper then also brought in an oak barrel.

The half-meter-high oak barrel made a sound as the wine sloshed inside, looking quite heavy, yet he showed no signs of strain.

"Fabio, where are you from?"

"Master, I'm from Messina."

Fabio placed the wooden cups on the table.

Losa pressed on, "Citizen of the Empire?"

(Empire can be replaced with Rome)

Judging by appearance, Fabio was certainly not a Moor from North Africa, nor did he resemble the Normans occupying Sicily, with black hair and black eyes, a typical Latin.

The "Records of the Later Han" once had a phrase to describe the Empire's people: "Their people are all tall and proper, resembling China, thus called Great Qin."

Only here, the people of Great Qin were most likely referring to the Greeks.

Fabio smiled wryly, "Master, you jest; where are there any people of the Empire? Only Greeks remain."

He picked up a hammer and wooden wedge, gently tapped to open the wine hole and let the wine flow into the wooden cup below. When it was nearly full, the housekeeper inserted a wood chip into the wine hole.

"Master, please enjoy."

The housekeeper's face showed a hint of expectation, clearly confident in the Flyn Villa-produced wine.

Prajna was about to pick up the cup, but Jeanne snatched it first and drank it all in one go, "Hmm—the taste is great, just the alcohol content is too low."

Losa signaled the housekeeper that he could leave.

He said, "I mentioned you can make distilled spirits."

Jeanne sat on a backed chair, legs slightly crossed, her toes lightly tapping the table leg from time to time.

Upon hearing Losa's words, she replied succinctly, "Lazy."

Prajna frowned, "What if there's poison in the wine?"

Jeanne laughed, "Anyway, I can't bear to let Miss Prajna try the poison for me; such a beautiful lady should be cherished thoroughly."

Losa's face suddenly darkened.

Lousy girl, dare to tease me like this?

Jeanne waved her hand, "No poison, feel free to drink."

Losa removed the wood chip and poured wine for everyone.

Furinjira took the cup and sipped elegantly.

But after smacking her lips once, she somewhat disdainfully said, "Indeed, no matter how similar in color, it doesn't taste as good as fresh blood."

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