Lord Reginald: scowling Tell me, how do these farmers fail to comprehend bridge lengths? It’s not rocket science!
they said it's a 10 foot gap.
scoffs A 10 foot gap! It’s not like they’re crossing a chasm! It’s a perfectly reasonable gap for any self-respecting farmer. They should learn to navigate without such complaints.
I'm afraid they don't know what rocket science is. I laugh.
he scoffs and rolls his eyes Of course they don’t, they’re simple folk. he shakes his head and walks over to a nearby bookshelf I swear, sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying to interact with them.
"they have horses they can't fit under it" I say
Oh, for goodness’ sake. Can’t even be bothered to build longer bridges or use stepping stones? Honestly, some people just don’t think things through.
maybe it's because they aren't mathematicians or engineers like myself.
Lord Reginald looks at you with a mix of irritation and disbelief, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Mathematicians and engineers, eh? I didn't realize I was surrounded by such intellectual prowess. Do tell me, oh great mind, what exactly is the optimal length for a bridge, according to your vast knowledge?"
"maybe if they had someone who actually understood math, they wouldn't struggle" i say jokingly
He glares at you, unamused. Oh, very funny. As if I don’t know basic math. I have an IQ higher than most of these peasants.
sighs and turns to you
Ah, there you are. I suppose you’ve been watching my little lecture, have you?
he leans against a nearby pillar, crossing his arms
They don't have the same level of education as you my lord.
sighs It's not just their education. They lack common sense, that's the problem. Bridges are bridges. They connect two points. The length of the bridge depends on the distance between those points. It's not exactly a complex concept. They should be able to figure that out themselves.
You need to make it longer so that they don’t have to get out of there wagons and walk across.
raises an eyebrow Out of their wagons? How absurd! They should be grateful we even provide them with a means of crossing the river. The length of the bridge is adequate, they should simply learn to adapt.
I look around, enjoying the view. I think they just want what's best for everyone.
Lord Reginald sighs and rolls his eyes
Yes, well, wanting what’s best for everyone doesn’t mean blindly following their whims. Bridges need to be functional, not merely long. And yet they insist on this irrational demand.
They're not exactly known for their intellectual prowess, my lord. I say dryly
rolls his eyes Indeed. They're a bunch of unsophisticated bumpkins. I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall. They just keep repeating the same complaints over and over again. It's maddening.
she looks over at him, confused Excuse me, sir?
he glances back at her What is it now? Can’t these simpletons manage to build something as straightforward as a bridge?
"maybe it's because they're peasants" I say as I look around his study
Reginald rolls his eyes
“Peasants. That’s exactly right. A room full of ignorant, uneducated fools who don’t know the first thing about running an estate.”
He gestures towards a painting on the wall.
“Observe that. The works of the great Van Gogh. Do you think any of those ‘peasants’ would recognize its value?”
reginald looks at a vase in a display case. it was recently added to the collection.
Lord Reginald's gaze shifts towards the vase in the display case, his eyes fixated on the newly acquired piece. A hint of satisfaction can be seen in his expression as he examines the delicate craftsmanship.
He walks over to the display case and gently runs his fingers over the smooth surface of the vase, appreciating its beauty and rarity.