At this point, his sense of aesthetics was actually the same as Emily Carter's. If, after some time, once everyone got more familiar, Olivia Green came to seduce him at night, he really couldn't say for sure whether he'd be able to resist. But when it came to a little girl, Eric Foster truly had no such thoughts.

Although in comics and the two-dimensional world, there are indeed many fans who are obsessed with loli-type characters,

Eric Foster was not one of them.

However, after Eric Foster refused, the young girl immediately became so anxious that she started crying.

In the girl's eyes, serving someone, becoming a concubine to this man who was so important in her mother's eyes, was undoubtedly more acceptable than going to the red tent to work alongside those aunties in the flesh trade. At least, Eric Foster in front of her was the better option.

Eric Foster sighed. This was indeed Olivia Green's style—some aspects of personality really can't be easily changed.

At the moment, Eric Foster could only continue,

"You can go now. I'll talk to Olivia about your situation. It'll be fine."

"Master, please, master..."

"Get out!"

The young girl left.

Eric Foster shook his head. So, sometimes being too kind isn't a good thing.

After dinner, Eric Foster left his room, planning to get some fresh air.

When he walked into the courtyard, he happened to see Ryan Grant carrying a wine jar in one hand, with another jar tucked under each arm, coming out of the wine cellar.

"Let me have Olivia help you bandage your hand," Ryan Grant said with some concern to Mason.

Earlier, when they were getting wine in the cellar, Ryan Grant had been careless, causing a jar to fall. Mason caught it, but the edge of the jar had cut his palm.

"It's fine, I'm a vampire."

"But now none of us have any powers. I think it still needs to be treated..."

"Even without powers, I recover faster than you all. Three days, and I should be healed."

"Alright then."

Ryan Grant didn't insist. As he continued forward, he saw Eric Foster.

"Master."

Ryan Grant called out to Eric Foster in his honest, simple way, and did his best to bow slightly as a greeting.

"Mm."

Eric Foster responded.

"Master, I'm going to deliver the wine to the front."

"Go ahead."

Ryan Grant carried the wine to the front hall.

At this moment, a man in a tattered tailcoat came out of the wine cellar, turned to lock the door, then turned back and saw Eric Foster standing under the loquat tree in the courtyard.

He seemed to sigh, seemed a bit helpless, as if just going through the motions,

Mason placed his right hand over his left chest,

And, with an attitude that clearly said "you know I have no sincerity and I really don't," saluted Eric Foster:

"Greetings, Master."

"Finished with your work?" Eric Foster took a few steps forward and asked.

Eating their food, drinking their wine, living in their place—well, at least he should say hello.

"Today's wine should be enough."

Mason gently adjusted his sleeve. He must really like this suit, but there was no way—getting a tailcoat custom-made here was just too troublesome, and too expensive.

The accounts were managed by Olivia Green. She herself dressed much more plainly than before, so naturally she wouldn't allow others to be too extravagant with their clothing.

"If you have time, can we talk?" Eric Foster asked.

Mason looked at Eric Foster seriously and nodded.

Eric Foster took the initiative to walk under the loquat tree and sat down, then waved at Mason, signaling him to sit as well.

Mason walked over but didn't sit. He replied,

"Dirty."

"..." Eric Foster.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Eric Foster asked,

"What is this place?"

"A new world."

"I know it's a new world. We crossed over, right? Is this ancient times? Which dynasty is it?"

Mason shook his head.

"Don't want to say?" Eric Foster asked.

"I don't know."

"But you've all been here for half a year. Didn't you try to find out?"

"I only make wine."

"Uh... then who would know?"

"The blind man, probably. He sits at the door every day."

"Wait, we arrived in a strange place, and none of you are even a little curious about this world, this environment?"

This really puzzled Eric Foster. Arriving in a new place, the first thing should be to gather information about it, and about the world.

Anyone who's played games knows how important it is to reveal the map. For someone who's crossed over, it's even more important.

"No need."

"No need?"

"Because you were unconscious."

Because you were unconscious, so there was no need.

Eric Foster found this logic hard to understand. Was it his fault?

At this moment, Mason's expression suddenly became a bit strange. Before, he had always been cold and calm, seemingly indifferent to most things, but now, he seemed conflicted.

It was as if he was about to say something that, by his nature, he normally wouldn't and shouldn't say.

"Master, you don't need to be afraid of us."