Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 227 Butler
Being a butler is a very formal and respectable job, and it is a profession that many free men and servants pursue throughout their lives.

Many impoverished nobles would choose to serve as stewards for other nobles, and there was nothing shameful about it.

—If everyone knows about your downfall.

To put it another way, if the nobles of a territory are like the chairman of the board, then the butler can be considered the general manager, or the chairman's secretary—the proper kind.

Butlers even possessed certain aristocratic rights, such as the right to beat or kill servants who made mistakes, just like nobles.

Therefore, in addition to being loyal to the master's family, servants in the castle must also be extremely respectful to the steward.

After all, a local official is more powerful than a distant one.

If someone offends their master, unless the master is too cruel, the matter is usually handed over to the butler for handling.

If you offend the housekeeper... hehe.

Wait to die!
Naturally, with such rights come corresponding obligations.

Summon servants, assign positions, reward good and punish evil...

Internally, one must manage servants; externally, one must greet guests, receive distinguished visitors, and handle correspondence.

If the master is willing to relinquish power, the steward can control everything in the territory.

If we compare the landowner to an emperor, then it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call the steward a prime minister.

Such an important position can only be held by someone who has undergone special training in stewardship, unless they are of noble birth.

After all, the butler is the face of the aristocracy, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is half a doppelganger.

In this situation, Bard's unusually humble behavior is not only a disgrace to himself, but also a disgrace to his master.

However, Yaro had no intention of taking over this territory, nor did he plan to receive any guests.

Neither Bard's true master nor a local nobleman, Yaro, though disapproving of Bard's current behavior, did not harbor much resentment. He merely wondered if Bard would make a mess of the castle.

However, such questioning is an inexplicable humiliation for anyone.

It's like an ordinary person becoming the prime minister of a country, only to be questioned by others – can you really do it?
Even if it really doesn't work out, I doubt anyone would be willing to give up the rights they've already obtained.

Bard's face flushed red. He tried to say something several times, but then something seemed to come to him, and his spirits deflated. He hung his head dejectedly and said:

"Baron Claire has also promoted Young Master Bevin's personal valet to deputy butler. He will be in charge of the servants, and I will mainly relay orders to you."

The baron's son's personal valet?
This identity is essentially equivalent to the next butler who has been trained since childhood, so there's no need to worry about major problems if he's in charge.

Claire is quite slick.

Bard, whose status and position were appropriate but who had never studied butlership, knew him, was aware of his abilities, and was willing to obey his orders, was appointed as the butler.

Then, a male servant familiar with butler procedures and knowing how to manage, who was Bevin's personal servant, was appointed as the assistant butler.

On the surface, everything will be based on his orders, but in reality, the power is in the hands of the deputy steward, and he can't say anything about it.

This truly achieved a balance of power and also served as a form of protection for his son.

—If the situation changes, the deputy butler, who has real power, can easily pass on any information to the outside world.

Unless Bard's loyalty can be truly maintained, and he grows up to be able to control the castle, or Bard can be personally dealt with and power gradually regained, is it really necessary?
"Is the washroom clean?" Yaro asked as they walked.

When he banished the shadows yesterday, Yaro had explored all the rooms on the second floor, so he knew the layout without needing anyone to guide him.

Basically, all the rooms related to aristocratic life were on the second floor, while the first floor was generally for servants.

Therefore, Aro does not need to worry that the servants will be afraid of the shadow creatures and will not dare to clean the washroom.

The only question is whether the servants can even think of this problem.

“It’s all cleaned up. After Baron Claire left last night, Dylan ordered the washrooms and dining room to be cleaned, and he sent someone to fetch water when it was light,” Bud explained quickly, following closely behind Yaro.

“Well done.” Yaro nodded in satisfaction.

Dylan?

Is that the assistant butler's name?
They're quite skilled at doing things, so it seems I don't need to worry about it.

"Good afternoon, Lord Yarrow, Mr. Bard." A maid who was sweeping the corner of the wall turned around quickly upon hearing the voice, bent her knees slightly, and bowed.

Yaro nodded slightly, ignored him, and walked past.

—After all, he came from a wizarding family and had received aristocratic education since childhood. He knew when to bow and when not to.

Bard nodded repeatedly, looking flattered.

Passing by the servants, Yarrow casually remarked, "Bard, why do they all look so exhausted?"

After washing up, as he walked towards the restaurant, Yarrow noticed that almost all the servants he encountered had thick dark circles under their eyes, and some even looked like quails that had been severely frightened, making exaggerated reactions at the slightest disturbance.

Yaro continued, "Didn't any of you get any rest last night?"

Even if I was frightened last night, the situation couldn't possibly be this exaggerated after a night's rest.

Sleep is the best regulatory tool. With a night's rest, all the hormones in the body will return to a stable level.

While it can't completely solve the problem, at least it's not as serious as it has become.

Bard replied with a wry smile, "Lord Yarrow, last night some servants did try to rest in the downstairs rooms, but several of them disappeared. Dylan doesn't allow servants to rest in the main room on the second floor, so basically all the servants have been cleaning all night."

“Not sleeping for a day or two won’t kill you. Now that Lord Yarrow has checked in, we should naturally restore the castle to its most perfect state as soon as possible.” At the entrance of the restaurant, a brown-haired young man in a formal suit stood upright and bowed slightly, with a standard smile on his face. “Deputy Butler Dylan greets Lord Yarrow. Good afternoon, Lord Yarrow.”

He's quite a tall young man.

He was probably close to 1.8 meters tall; apart from the towering Claire, there really wasn't anyone taller than him in this castle.

Yaro glanced at it, nodded in return, and said, "Good afternoon."

Is the food ready?

Yaro asked without any politeness and walked straight into the restaurant.

The butler is essentially a direct subordinate, and Yaro needs to respond, but there's no need to be overly polite.

"It has been prepared for you long ago. I just hope that Lord Yaro can understand that the kitchen servants dare not go downstairs to the kitchen, so we can only light a fire in the open space outside. We don't have any cooking utensils, so we can only make some simple dishes."

(End of this chapter)