Chapter 13 The Wyatt Family Shows Up
"Don't worry! These are only for internal use within the castle," Henry chuckled, explaining that the items he brought from Earth were meant to be kept confidential.
The simplified versions of his inventions, like the paper he was planning to make, wouldn't be as pristine and durable as the originals.
However, once released, Henry believed they would be highly sought after and require many people to implement.
"That's good!" Mila sighed in relief. As she read through the contract, her eyes widened in surprise. "A monthly salary of one silver coin, four days off, including meals, accommodation, and holiday bonuses?"
"Yes," Henry nodded. He had adapted some Earthly business contracts, modifying them to create the contracts for the people in this world.
Mila put down the contract, her face serious. Her azure eyes sparkled with determination as she slammed her hand on the contract, exclaiming, "Henry, you're being extravagant! I'd be content with just two hundred copper coins a month. I already have five swords, each worth several gold coins. I don't even need a salary; just provide me with food and shelter and, of course, polished rice porridge."
"And as for vacations, they're unnecessary. Wherever you go, I'll follow. It's my duty. But a small gift would be nice..."
Mila pointed out each term in the contract, rejecting them one by one, just like a strict housekeeper.
Henry raised his eyebrows, his hand gently holding the excited catgirl's back. "These terms are only for those close to me."
Mila's face instantly turned red, her cat ears drooping and her tail curling up. She was clearly flustered.
"What? I'll just sign it," Mila said, her face still red, her words stuttered.
"Let's go, we should have breakfast. There's a lot to do today," Henry said.
Henry looked at Mila's, signed her name, then placed the contract in a large safe deposit box and handed one of the keys to her.
"Great!" Mila took the key and tied it to her neck with a string.
She had just looked at the safe deposit box, which contained many documents and precious items.
Outside the city gate, a family arrived: six strong men and two women.
This was the Wyatt family, whom Henry had instructed Vincent to inform. They had come from the village before dawn.
Vincent had left yesterday evening and stayed at the Wyatt's house, accompanying them into the city this morning.
Wyatt, a forty-year-old man with neatly arranged hair, a serious face, and a tough and solemn demeanor, was sitting in a carriage, chatting with Vincent, his hearty laughter occasionally heard.
"Wyatt, your family is really lucky. I didn't expect you to know Henry," Vincent said enviously.
He knew the Wyatt family was formidable, a well-known family in this territory, and each member was exceptional. It was said that Wyatt himself was a true knight.
"We met by chance. I never expected Henry to become a noble," Wyatt sighed, his mouth curled. He never expected that the young man he had accidentally saved would become a noble in the territory.
"Hmm... I knew Henry was extraordinary from the beginning. In this western land, which family's child grows up so fairly? He's a knowledgeable and courteous noble. I think his ancestors were nobles," a middle-aged woman sitting beside Wyatt exclaimed loudly. She was Wyatt's wife, Ruby.
After speaking, she glanced at her five sons, each of them strong and sturdy, none of them resembling a cultured person.
Wyatt felt a little embarrassed. He knew his wife preferred someone more nice-looking, but he didn't expect all their sons to turn out rough.
Fortunately, their daughter inherited her mother's appearance. He looked at his quiet and obedient daughter, who was sitting on the carriage, lost in thought.
"Willow, what are you thinking about?" Wyatt asked gently. His youngest daughter was perfect in everything, just too quiet.
"Surely she's thinking about Henry," came a deep voice from the side. It was David, Wyatt's eldest son, who was carrying a wolf he had hunted last night, preparing it as a gift for Henry.
"No, I'm not..." Willow's face turned red, and she waved her hands in a fluster like a little girl caught stealing candy.
Willow was a seventeen-year-old girl, the apple of Wyatt's eye, with a very delicate appearance and long, flaxen hair.
"Haha... What's there to be afraid of? It's natural to have thoughts," Ruby laughed happily as she held Willow. "Little girl, you'll marry Henry. I can see that he likes you, too."
"What?" Willow's face turned red, her eyes almost spiraling, as she buried her head in Ruby's embrace.
"Don't be so shy; it's not good," Ruby teased.
Wyatt shook his head. His wife always liked to tease their children, not noticing that his sons were all a beat slow.
"Wyatt, Henry should be inviting you to become a knight. This is your chance," Vincent said, patting Wyatt on the back, looking at his broken right foot, and sighing, "If your foot hadn't been broken, with your skills, you might have become a noble long ago."
"Haha... I've let go. Now is the time for the young," Wyatt laughed indifferently, looking at his sons, his eyes filled with pride.
