After the crowd dispersed in the market, Drake continued to protect RienStan, following him closely to every stall he visited.
RienStan crouched in front of a stall, inspecting the various trinkets the elderly vendor was selling.
Each item displayed its corresponding energy value.
Some had no energy at all, others just a single digit, with most either possessing weak or no energy at all.
But in the corner of the stall, there was a small bead that stood out, its energy quite abundant.
The energy reached a surprising 233.
RienStan picked up the bead and asked the vendor,
"How much is this?"
The vendor, noticing RienStan's luxurious attire and the vigilant guards behind him, immediately felt a sense of tension.
He also caught the subtle signals from the manager nearby, signaling him to be cautious.
The nervous atmosphere made the vendor stutter slightly.
"Th-this... young master, I-I'll sell it for... one silver coin."
1 gold coin = 100 silver coins = 10,000 copper coins.
Upon hearing this, RienStan was about to take out his money when the manager suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the vendor's tunic.
"You're a bold one, Landon. You dare to charge RienStan Young Master a silver coin for this junk? Have you lost your mind?"
Landon, the vendor, was immediately startled, unsure how to react, but soon realized that the nobleman before him was indeed of great stature.
Otherwise, why would a fellow noble be so servile toward him?
"A-ah… yes, I made a mistake. Young Master, this bead isn't worth much. If you like it, just take it."
RienStan watched the two with a nonchalant expression.
He now understood why the original owner of this body was so arrogant—he had been indulged.
RienStan swiftly stepped forward and kicked the manager, sending him to the ground.
"Damn it! I'm here to have fun, not to bully people. You've tarnished my reputation!"
The manager, knocked to the ground, said nothing and stood up, rubbing his hands and laughing awkwardly.
"Heh, yes, yes..."
RienStan didn't say anything further. He pulled out a silver coin and handed it to the vendor.
The vendor, still somewhat fearful of the foul-mouthed noble, glanced nervously at the manager before tucking the silver coin into his pocket.
After receiving the bead, RienStan continued to visit several other stalls, acquiring many useful items.
Although he knew these items were good for this stage, he still had the ancient book absorb them.
After all, he didn't want to waste time figuring out how to use them.
It was far more convenient to have the ancient book absorb them and provide him with magic or other benefits.
Once the strange items were absorbed, the source energy of the ancient book rose to 1032.
Now that his goal was achieved, RienStan ordered Drake to take him home.
...
Outside the royal city, Stan Family Estate.
In his room, RienStan changed into his home attire under Roland's service, then turned to Roland and said,
"Roland, go fetch a few tall maids for me."
Roland was taken aback but nodded obediently, "Yes, Young Master."
In no time, Roland returned with seven tall maids, each with their own distinctive beauty, entering the room.
"Good evening, Young Master."
The maids curtsied politely.
RienStan nodded, "Are you all of age?"
The maids exchanged uncertain glances before nodding at him.
Although the empire considered sixteen as the age of adulthood, the maids recruited by the Stan family were all eighteen or older, and their contracts were lifelong.
This information thrilled RienStan. Perfect, they were all of age, time to make his move.
With their faces and figures, any of them could be international models back on Blue Star.
RienStan's eyes gleamed as he stared at their long legs.
"Who among you knows how to dance?"
One maid stepped forward and said, "Young Master, I can dance a little."
RienStan, lying on the bed, nodded. "Then dance for me."
The maid nodded and began to dance.
RienStan frowned as he watched her.
It was too... graceful, but there was no sense of allure.
It didn't evoke the kind of stirring, primal response he was looking for.
RienStan pouted, although he had a rough idea of how it should be done,
how could he demonstrate it to them?
Was he supposed to perform a striptease in front of the maids?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.
Yes, he could hire someone to teach them.
There were plenty of performers like that at the Moulin Rouge.
He could go there and find a few tea girls to teach them.
The women there would surely know such dances.
The Moulin Rouge was the brothel in the royal city, and "tea girls" were... well, you get the idea.
The maid who had been dancing, seeing RienStan frown, assumed her performance wasn't good, so she quickly stopped and returned to the group.
In the eyes of the household maids, RienStan was still that violent young master who would lash out at the slightest provocation.
Although Roland had been explaining things to them recently, the maids were still afraid, having never seen it for themselves.
All seven of them lowered their heads in fear, even the maid who had danced was trembling slightly.
RienStan, seeing their fearful expressions, clapped his hands.
"Alright, lift your heads and look at me."
The maids obeyed.
"Don't be afraid. As long as you don't make any grave mistakes, I won't get angry."
"Now, relax. Introduce yourselves one by one."
The maids introduced themselves in turn, from left to right.
After memorizing their names, RienStan nodded. "Good, now come over and give me a massage. I'm tired."
He then lay down in a 'Tai' shape on the bed.
The maids exchanged glances, then each took off their shoes and climbed onto the bed to begin massaging RienStan.
Immediately, the room was filled with the faint fragrance of the young maids.
RienStan understood what it meant to be treated like royalty.
Aif Richards massaged his left foot.
Shari Parker massaged his right foot.
Ellis Meck massaged his left leg.
Elian George massaged his right leg.
Lana Hutchinson massaged his left arm.
Rosie Seck massaged his right arm.
Emily Hunt massaged his head.
(Each maid has her own backstory, so I'll introduce their names for now.)
(Don't worry if you can't remember all their names; I'll add their positions next time.)
Emily was the maid who had danced earlier.
RienStan lay on Emily's lap, enjoying her massage.
The other maids were just as gentle, their hands gliding smoothly over his body, making him moan in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Roland, his personal maid, sat by with a fruit tray, feeding him fruit.
Roland picked a grape and fed it to RienStan, who bit into it, then looked up at Emily, raising his chin in a silent gesture for her to eat it.
The maids' faces immediately flushed red, especially Emily's.
They saw that RienStan seemed to have calmed down, no longer the violent young master they feared, and this stirred a different emotion in them.
Emily, blushing deeply, slowly leaned down and took the grape from RienStan's mouth.
Suddenly, RienStan's tongue invaded her soft lips.
After a long moment, they parted, and a thick strand of saliva connected them.
RienStan gazed at Emily's flushed face.
"Emily, you're so beautiful."
He then stretched his hand toward her, causing Emily to hum and allow him to play with her.
The other maids, seeing RienStan's actions, quickly got off the bed and cleared the space.
But each of them, with their beautiful legs slightly pressed together, blushed and eagerly awaited what would happen next.
Just as RienStan was about to strip Emily,
Knock knock knock.
The door to RienStan's room was suddenly knocked upon.
RienStan quickly grabbed a nearby blanket to cover Emily's half-exposed body.
Roland was about to open the door, but RienStan stopped her.
"Wait, I'll open it. I want to see who dares interrupt my fun."
After adjusting his clothes, he stormed toward the door, ready to confront whoever dared disturb his moment.
He flung open the door to reveal Pantison standing outside.
Cough cough.
Pantison's stern face made RienStan swallow his anger.
"Uncle Joe, what brings you here?"
RienStan asked helplessly.
"Young Master, the family head needs you. He sent me to fetch you."
RienStan nodded, "Alright, give me a moment." He then shut the door.
Back in the room, he ordered the maids,
"From now on, you'll all be my personal maids and won't need to do anything else."
"I'll have Roland speak to Freya, and you'll all live next door to me."