Should I raise you too?

Elisa was overjoyed for a while, then instinctively began to reflect on herself.

Elisa, Elisa, you must not let yourself be consumed by frivolous pursuits; you must remember your mission!

It's decided. From now on, the frequency of watching the light screen will be reduced from once every 3 minutes to once every 5 minutes!

Dedicate more of your energy and time to truly valuable endeavors!

Speaking of which, since 10 intimacy points were given as a reward for a new feature, will 20 intimacy points also be given as a reward?

"Simon's Log" is already so interesting, wouldn't the next feature be even more interesting?

Elisa was intrigued and opened the light screen to investigate. She accidentally clicked on the "log" and then accidentally clicked on the history.

To her delight, she discovered that she could still find yesterday's log in the history!

"Young Miss." After some time, Maria's voice came from outside the door, "Class time is almost here."

Elisa looked up from the light screen and stared in shock at the doorway.

What?! I actually watched it all during my lunch break!

No, I can't let myself fall into this state anymore!

Miss Elisa wanted to leave the light screen in the bedroom, but the light screen wouldn't listen to her at all, how annoying!

She could only hide the light screen and try her best to restrain herself from waking it up.

Her amazing perseverance paid off, and the etiquette teacher recognized her progress.

"You're already quite proficient in etiquette; you just need to gradually grasp the remaining details," the etiquette instructor said with a smile. "Miss Elisa, you are the most diligent and fastest learner I've ever met. I initially thought it would take us half a year to learn."

Alyssa felt a little guilty. Before the light screen, she was indeed very serious, but after the light screen appeared, she spent almost half the time daydreaming. Thanks to the adventurer's keen intuition and quick reflexes, the etiquette teacher never noticed.

She gave the other person an elegant curtsy, saying, "Thanks to your guidance."

“It’s your own talent,” the etiquette teacher asked tentatively. “I think you no longer need me.”

“I still hope you can mentor me twice a week,” Elisa pleaded.

The etiquette teacher charges £3 per session, which is expensive, but necessary.

It wasn't just because she was a professional, but also because she had once been a court lady-in-waiting and, after leaving the palace, had been working as an etiquette teacher for nobles and wealthy merchants, making her a member of high society.

Elisa needs the other party's social resources and social experience.

Suppressing her eagerness, she asked the other person, "I want to host a banquet. What do you think would be a suitable way to do it? I've been studying every day lately, and I can't wait to relax."

The etiquette instructor replied, “A banquet is not appropriate; it’s too formal. You could host a literary salon, sponsor some young novelists, and invite some interested ladies.”

Elisa nodded. She couldn't appear too eager, and she couldn't directly invite people from the elite circle. She had to take a roundabout approach and pretend to be organizing an interest-based event.

That's the value of 3 pounds each time.

She continued, "What should I be careful about?"

"There are three things to keep in mind: first, the servants' behavior; second, reviewing the novels of the writers who participated in the salon; and third, maintaining composure."

Elisa's automatic translation serves three purposes: first, it's basic; second, it reminds me to review the novel so I don't forget the content later—the word 'review' is brilliant; and third, it reminds me not to act like a dog seeing a bone.

Problems two and three are not issues; I can handle them myself. The real problem is the most fundamental one: the servants must be reliable.

Elisa thought of Simon, who had cheated her out of 4 shillings, and gritted her teeth in anger.

Chapter 6 I just wanted to show some concern for the male servant!

To ensure the salon went smoothly, Elisa conducted a small rehearsal on a sunny afternoon, and the result pleased her greatly.

Neither the kitchen nor the servants made any mistakes; everything was handled very well.

After all, these were servants she had recruited from a servant agency; they had extensive work experience and knew exactly how to behave.

Unlike that wretched male servant!

Simon was just an ordinary male servant and did not participate in the drills. Serving guests was the job of servants of second rank or higher.

After the exercise concluded, Elisa rewarded the participating servants with the refreshments served during the exercise, and returned to her bedroom with peace of mind to read the novels favored by the young ladies of the capital.

After the servants of second rank and above finished eating, Simon and the other ordinary servants went to clean up.

Simon was tidying up the training ground, looking at the empty plates and the senior servants resting nearby, and he sighed inwardly.

Looking up from the novel, Elisa glanced at "Simon's Journal" and smiled.

I'll make you drool over my funds!

……

There were different classes among the servants, just like in the bedrooms. Simon could only live on the shady side, while the higher-ranking servants could live on the sunny side.

For example, at this literary salon, ordinary male servants weren't even qualified to do the work.

Lying on the bed, Simon sighed as he edited "The Ultimate Male Servant Training Plan".

That young lady is really patient. It's been almost half a month, and she hasn't directly contacted me at all, or even promoted me!

If I had obtained the "Strongest Maid Training Plan," I would have already brought that maid to my side to serve me personally.

She truly lives up to her title of "Blood Queen" in the game; she's nothing like the frivolous young ladies of the past.

This slow and steady approach is quite good. Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, first build up your relationship through everyday interactions, then force her to spend money and churn out her gold!

But this node needs to be sped up a bit.

The literary salon is a crucial plot point, and he has to get involved.

Moreover, he did not want to continue serving those high-ranking servants.

Let's proceed according to plan.

Simon extinguished the kerosene lamp and closed his eyes.

The sun had just risen when a commotion broke out outside. Simon got up, washed up, and went to the servants' dining room.

Every day at breakfast, he would increase Elisa's intimacy by 2 points. On the one hand, he wanted the young lady to see the value increase, and on the other hand, he wanted to lay the groundwork for today.

"Good morning," the kitchen maid, Noelle, greeted Simon, handing him a plate. She looked somewhat tired.

Simon ate breakfast but was in a bad mood.

"Intimacy -1"

Elisa dreamt last night that the literary salon was successfully held. When she woke up, she was in a good mood. But when she opened the screen, it was like being struck by lightning.

Shouldn't it be +2 every morning?

Why is it -1 today?!

You not only covet my shillings, but you also covet my intimacy level?

Elisa opened "Simon's Log" at lightning speed to see what had happened.

She flipped to the spot where Simon had eaten breakfast.

Simon arrived at the servants' dining hall, only to find the oatmeal cooked incorrectly and the bacon not fresh enough, which greatly dampened his spirits.

It turned out the breakfast wasn't good. Elisa found the reason, but at the same time, a new question arose.

The taste of breakfast used to be quite consistent, right? I could add two extra portions every day, so why did it suddenly decline in taste today?

She continued reading "Simon's Journal," and the servant, just as curious as she was, traced the cause of the problem.

Simon noticed that the kitchen maid, Noel, looked exhausted and deduced that the male servant, Charles, had bothered her again the previous day.

"Charles has a good relationship with his butler, Sheldon, and perhaps he's hesitant about resigning, which is why he couldn't rest and caused the oatmeal to be cooked incorrectly."

It turns out the problem with the oatmeal porridge was caused by a kitchen maid, which in turn was due to the entanglement of a male servant, and the butler was also involved.

Elisa was a little confused.

She rubbed her head, realizing that this section only explained the oatmeal porridge issue, and hadn't yet addressed the bacon issue.

She continued reading.

"As for the freshness of the bacon, well, Simon had already anticipated that."

What's the answer?

Write down what you predicted in your journal!

Elisa sighed. This "Simon's Log" was still rather brief, and sometimes it missed important information, such as the time when Simon lied to the head maid about the amount of donations.

There was a noise coming from the bedroom door, and her personal maid came in to help her change clothes and wash up.

She stood up and let the maid serve her, her mind filled with thoughts of the contents of "Simon's Journal".

Charles, the male servant, is getting involved with a kitchen maid. This is something that must be intervened. Maids and male servants cannot develop romantic relationships, as this would affect the atmosphere of the manor and the reputation of Miss Elisa, the wealthy merchant, within her social circle.

According to the rules, the valet Charles should be dismissed immediately as a warning to others.

However, the other party had a very good relationship with the butler, who was one of the most important servants and managed many things, big and small, in the manor, including purchasing. A good butler is hard to find.

Forget it, let's issue a warning and deduct a portion of his annual salary. Let the housekeeper announce it.

Elisa had figured out how to handle the situation, and sighed that even the wealthy couldn't do whatever they wanted; when punishing one servant, they had to consider the opinions of another.

At the breakfast table, she was preparing to explain her decision when she suddenly realized that she hadn't figured out what to do with Bacon yet.