Chapter 26 Twenty-six Three in One

Olivia clicked on the prequel of Letilen's character and reviewed it carefully.

"Rich Ledillon, from the town of Jogueb in Roslingay County, is the son of a self-employed farmer. He travels north and south every year to resell goods. He just married the daughter of a leather goods merchant in the town of Lavossen.

While buying spices along the coast, I encountered a stranded whale that exploded. While buying malt sugar in the south, I fell into an underground cave but miraculously survived.

Uh, Olivia couldn't help scratching her head, why does this person look so unlucky?

However, it seems that the adventurous attribute does have a real impact on this person's daily life.

Accidents happen wherever you go.

But after a careful analysis, he realized that he was not too unlucky. At least he could get ambergris from the explosion of the stranded whale, and he didn't die after falling into the cave.

However, it's just doing business with him, so nothing should go wrong.

No matter how they were sold, those prey should be able to exchange for a considerable amount of money, no less than ten gold coins.

She closed the map and continued to hold the coarse cloth in her hand, sewing the remaining pieces into gloves.

Although the stitches on these coarse cloth gloves are very thick, they are usable. Now I don't have to worry about my hands getting cold when I go fishing. Next year when the ice thaws, I can wear them to pick mushrooms and pine cones in the forest.

She took a heavy old pair of scissors and cut the thread. Then Lucy came up and knocked on the door to tell him that Adam and Ethan had returned and brought the merchant with them.

Olivia went downstairs and saw that Lucy and the cook had already dug out all the game that had been buried in the snow all night to preserve it.

It's actually quite scary.

Olivia was not interested in any part of them, and did not dare to touch or enjoy them, otherwise she would not have chosen to sell them all.

Then Ethan and Adam brought Ledilan to the backyard.

Olivia turned her head and saw a young man with dark tanned skin, about twenty years old. He was wearing a melon-shaped hat on his head and a half-worn sheepskin robe on his body.

"Ma'am, my last name is Letilen, you can call me Richie."

Letilen took the initiative to greet him.

Olivia nodded, exchanged names, and pointed to the prey on the ground: "It's all here, take a look."

Letilen, along with his two men, stepped forward and squatted down to examine the prey on the ground.

In fact, he had confiscated wild beasts before, but this was the first time he encountered so many.

He didn't believe it all the way, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was shocked.

Is this something a human can do?

Letilen reached out and touched the fur of the prey. They were obviously shot with a bow and arrow. The shot was very precise and decisive. Each one had only one neat wound, which did not delay the processing.

However, this quality is indeed as the two servants said, and it can be sold at a high price.

The nobles in the north loved to wear these furs to keep warm in winter, and a piece of processed wolf skin could be sold for a few silver coins.

Fur skins with fur are much more valuable than cowhide and sheepskin.

Letilen takes the whole thing back and separates it into skin, flesh, bones and internal organs, and then sells them separately.

In fact, it is just hard-earned money from processing. When something has a stable high-end market, the purchase price will not be low.

In order to save money and take his family to settle down in the stable south, he can only do more business while the peace is here.

Olivia stood aside and saw Letilan flipping through the book for a while, seeming to be quite satisfied.

"How about it?"

Letilen stood up and nodded, telling the truth: "Thirteen silver coins each, payable in full."

He looked at the expressionless young lady in front of him, although he couldn't tell how shrewd she was.

But I didn't dare to quote the price too low. After all, he was the local tyrant on the border, and it would be best not to do anything that would offend him, otherwise it would be easy to get into trouble.

Olivia clicked on the map and checked the identification of the person in front of her.

This Letilen has a state of "tension" on his head.

"Add five more koris each and we'll make a deal. Just consider it a friendship."

She probably knew what the other person was nervous about. If it were her, she would probably be nervous too, so she could only smile.

Letilen breathed a sigh of relief. This was within his expectations. The lady seemed easy to get along with.

"Deal, happy cooperation. I'll send my men back to get the money."

Letilen asked his men to load the prey onto the mule cart, send the items back first, and then bring the money. He stayed here and waited.

Merchants generally don't carry so much cash when they go out, for fear of losing both their money and their lives. This is the norm in the industry.

Olivia estimated that by the time the money delivery person arrived, it would probably be evening, so she simply kept Letilen at the manor for dinner.

Seeing that both parties were satisfied with the deal, Letilen agreed. But before he took a few steps, a wolf cub suddenly rushed out from behind, grabbed his boots and started biting them.

Olivia took two steps forward, turned her head, and looked at the scene of a man and a wolf twisted into a ball, and was suddenly speechless.

Then, Lucy came chasing over from nearby. She was strong and picked up the little wolf cub, and helped Letilen up with an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm so sorry, I went to get something from the old chicken coop and this little thing suddenly ran out."

Lucy was holding the little wolf. It would only behave so docilely in Lucy's hands, no one else would.

It was tied up in a chicken coop to be domesticated. Most local sled dogs are a mix of dog and wolf.

Letilen wasn't injured, but he was startled. There were a few bite marks on his boots. He waved his hands quickly:

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He smiled awkwardly, as if he was used to accidents.

Olivia pulled the corner of her mouth, "Come in quickly, this is really..."

Isn't it too intuitive to be unlucky?

She glanced at Lucy who was taming the wolf and thought that perhaps Lucy was able to tame it because of her talent.

At the same time, the butler and Fanon also returned.

The two of them went to the residential area to familiarize themselves with the environment. Fanon visited every household and told them that they should hold collective prayers at the village mill on the first and fifteenth day of every month.

Moreover, in the future, anyone who wants to get married, hold a baptism or hold a funeral will go to the manor to look for him.

Afterwards, they also returned to the manor and rushed over when they heard the noisy commotion in the backyard.

Unexpectedly, the butler had contact with Letilen before.

"So it's you, Mr. Letillon."

Letilen then remembered that about two years ago, the butler had bought a few barrels of southern wine from him.

Seeing this, Olivia invited everyone into the restaurant to sit by the fire and warm themselves, and then took the opportunity to ask where Letilan usually delivered his goods.

Letilen was no longer nervous at this moment. He sat down to the left of Olivia, face to face with the priest, and began to talk about his business peacefully.

The housekeeper was busy on the side, bringing ceramic cups for several people to brew dried linden flowers.

Boiled well water is the best for making tea. The housekeeper and the cook never drink alcohol. Every year they go to the forest to collect a lot of linden flowers, rose hips, mint leaves and chamomile, dry them and use them to make tea to relieve boredom.

Ever since the lady moved into the manor, the butler discovered that she was very receptive to these commoner drinks.

Everyone lowered their heads to drink tea, with bursts of sips.

Letilun said, “I am also from this county, my hometown is in Jogebu.”

"Jorgeb is the fief of Lord Cambray?"

Fanon asked, and Letilen nodded.

He said that his father was a self-employed farmer with a little land, and the family's land was used to raise horses all year round.

But he was not good at animal husbandry, so he traveled around the country to do business and seldom came to Lavosen. However, he got married this year and wanted to help his father-in-law in Lavosen. He would go to the south to do business in the future.

Olivia asked:

"Is your father a horse breeder? What's the price of horses these days?"

She happened to be thinking about developing weapons and equipment and recruiting more soldiers recently.

"It depends on what it's for," said Letilun.

"If Madam wants to buy a warhorse, then she must choose an Altama horse. The price of a top-quality one is about four gold coins or more. Our country's breed is the best and can gallop for several nights in a row.

If you don't want a warhorse, choose a Lenya horse. You can buy it for less than four gold coins. This type of horse is also very agile.

If you just want to pull a cart, you can buy a Risluma. Although it is not as strong and has less endurance than the first two types, it can carry more weight than a mule.

It's also very cheap, the same price as a cow, you can buy it for less than two gold coins."

Mules and donkeys are cheaper than cows.

If this soldier becomes a cavalryman, his combat effectiveness will increase exponentially. There was once a small country where the king of tens of thousands of people was defeated by two thousand light cavalrymen.

"So that's how it is."

She lowered her head in thought, this horse was expensive and the most difficult to equip fully.

Not to mention resources like horses, the soldiers in the fiefdom are barely equipped with even the basics.

Things like bows and spears, chain mail, helmets and boots are not yet available to everyone.

Olivia sighed inexplicably. This was a huge project. She had previously laughed at the idea that a battle involving only a few thousand cavalrymen could be called a battle. The scale was really too small.

Now it seems that to be able to gather several thousand heavy cavalry, what kind of economic power would it take? Would it take the whole country's strength to support them?

As he was speaking, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside. Letilen looked in the direction of the sound and saw the butler saying that his master had returned. The butler stepped forward to greet him and everyone stood up.

Caesar entered the house, briefly responded to everyone's greetings, went to change his clothes, and then returned to the table and sat down next to Olivia.

Olivia is still questioning Letilun as to why Rishluma isn't strong enough.

She took the time to turn around and said to Caesar: "Mr. Letilen is a diligent businessman..."

While Caesar was changing his clothes, he probably heard the butler talking about the business done in the manor today.

At this moment, he just sat quietly aside, looking at Olivia from the side as she talked with others, and listened unconsciously.

Olivia, through Letilen's words, gained an in-depth understanding of the geographical location of the kingdom she was currently in.

The Twelve Kingdoms Continent is a vast independent continent surrounded by the sea.

The entire continent is separated by three rivers and two huge mountain ranges. These natural barriers naturally separate twelve small countries the size of a palm.

The central part of the continent is low-lying and mostly plains.

The western part of the continent is a mountainous highland.

It faces the sea to the east and south and is surrounded by islands.

To the north of Alta is a plateau area.

The northernmost country on the continent is Lessini. To the north of Lessini are glaciers that never melt all year round and the polar regions.

The Kingdom of Rislu, where horses are cheap, is a small country located in the southern part of the continent.

"I often go to Rislu. It's a hot coastal country. The horses there are small but strong, so they can only be used to carry goods."

"Besides horses, are there any other specialties there?"

Olivia discovered that the seeds rewarded to her by the system were all imported from this world, and the local products of the Twelve Kingdoms Continent were not very abundant.

But compared to the northern countries where she has winter for several months a year, the southern countries are still relatively much better.

"Of course," said Letilun. "Rislu also produces olives, sponges, and kumquat wine. The olive oil soap from Rislu is the best for washing your face."

"Oh? Then why didn't La Watson sell it?"

Letilen explained that these goods were very popular and expensive, and they would be sold out as soon as they were brought from the South Continent to the capital of Alta, and would not remain in Roslingay County.

"I see."

Olivia imagined the caravan's travel route as described by Letilen. Suddenly, her perspective was enlarged from the small space in front of her, and she felt the vastness of the game's worldview.

The world is so big, and she is just a landowner in a small county on the border of a small country in the northern land. How many years will it take to complete this game?

However, she quickly came to her senses. Dinner time had arrived and the servants came several times to serve the food on the table.

Today's dinner was quite lively, no longer just the two of them staring at each other in the past.

There are three dishes in total.

The staple food is bacon soup noodles with fried eggs and mussel powder in the soup, which tastes fresh and sweet. The bacon has been smoked with pine needles and has a very cured flavor. It is more fragrant when boiled in soup than fried.

Since Fanon was still fasting and could only eat vegetarian food without any animal oil, the cook prepared a special dish of sauerkraut and vegetarian noodles for him, which was Olivia's instruction.

The remaining two dishes were the cook's free choice, including her specialty roast meat and biscuits baked with a mixture of butter, honey and flour.

Letilen and Fanon were only interested in the noodles in soup.

The two used wooden forks and spoons, imitating the host's way, scooping up a forkful, blowing it to cool, then rolling it up with a spoon, covering it with a spoonful of ingredients, and stuffing it into their mouths in one bite.

Suddenly, the chewy noodles were wrapped in the delicious soup, perfectly matching the flavors of the various ingredients.

Letilun's eyebrows immediately raised: "I've been to so many places, and although I've eaten noodles before, they've never been mixed in soup like this. This soup tastes really good!"

Fanon, who was enjoying sauerkraut noodles on the side, also had an unforgettable aftertaste. The cook in the manor pickled various vegetables with sea salt in autumn. The moderate salty and sour taste melted in the soup, giving a feeling of vinegar.

The noodles in Olivia's bowl were topped with a double topping. She had a small appetite and two bowls of noodles were not enough for her, so this was the only way.

Caesar felt sorry for Fanon and Letilen's strong reactions. He had been enjoying this wonderful food for a long time and was very calm at the moment.

Letilen felt that although he was almost bitten by a wolf today, this was not the same bad luck as usual. After eating the bacon, he asked Lucy for the same vegetarian topping as Fanon.

Letilun was full, so he leaned back in his chair, feeling a little embarrassed, and said:

"Next time I have something good, I will send it to you for your selection as soon as possible, so that I can thank you for your hospitality today."

"You are welcome."

Just as they were exchanging a few pleasantries, the butler came with Letilen's men and handed him a bag of gold coins, which he handed to Olivia on the spot to count.

Twelve gold coins, one silver coin, and five koris, not a penny more or less.

After dinner, Letilun wanted to drink some tea here, but it was late and it was very unsafe to travel at night, so he was persuaded to leave by his men.

After Letilen left, night fell and snow suddenly began to fall. After Fanon had eaten his fill, he went to his usual evening prayers.

He brought a lot of mineral pigment powder with him, and after the evening prayers, he took the statue hanging in the prayer room back home to touch up the color.

After listening to the charlatan's teachings for half a day, Olivia returned to her bedroom, opened the small safe, and put the coins in it.

There was firewood burning in the fireplace, and the wood veneer occasionally crackled, but the water in the iron kettle next to it had not yet boiled.

Olivia put her hands on her hips and paced around the room.

"The steward has been counting the population of the self-employed farmers these past few days. I want to recruit a few suitable candidates as soldiers after he finishes the count. What do you think?"

Caesar sat at the small table by the window, holding the kitten that was originally lying on the table. He combed the cat's hair with an old comb that Olivia didn't want anymore, and the kitten just lay there lazily.

A pleasing picture of a loving father and a filial son.

Suddenly, when Olivia asked the word "how", his slender fingers subconsciously clenched the cat's head.

Caesar raised his head and looked over, examining Olivia carefully with a very calm gaze. Even though he was enveloped by a pulling feeling, he remained calm and allowed this pulling feeling to drive him.

"sure."

Olivia continued to speak to herself, "Then it's decided."

"Of these soldiers, only two wear mail armor and have bows, and the rest only have spears. I think we can use this money to buy them a complete set of equipment, such as leather shoes, bows and arrows, mail armor, and quivers."

Arrows are not wasted. The arrowheads are collected after hunting and can be taken to the carpenter to be made into arrows.

"After we recruit soldiers in a while and equip them according to this standard, I think these gold coins will be enough."

She didn't notice Caesar's gaze. She pondered it for a long time before turning around and asking him why he came back early today.

Caesar pursed his lips, he could feel that the feeling of being pulled at any thoughts was now gone.

Maybe it was because she was simply concerned about him, rather than asking for his opinion?

"This afternoon, Knight Toksun came to change defense early, him and his eldest son Frank." Caesar said.

"His eldest son? Isn't he serving as a squire to the Baron?"

Olivia asked, muttering as she sat by the fireplace, picking up the half-finished sock and continuing knitting.

"Originally, it was, but Frank didn't want to serve the Baron, so he returned."

"The sheriff just let him go back like that? Doesn't that mean he'll never have a chance to go back again?" she asked.

The servants in the Baron's mansion were all managed by the sheriff. After being persuaded to leave the Knights Templar and return to his place of origin, he also returned to the Baron's mansion.

Unless you don't want to take this path to promotion anymore, you will quit and go home.

Caesar nodded. "But old Toxon refused. Now he's being made a squire and accompanying on patrol."

Olivia was a little surprised. These days, there are few opportunities to succeed in life, and becoming a fiefdom knight is the dream of many people.

As long as one can be noticed by the sheriff and sent to serve as a squire to the baron for a few years and learn simple horse riding and archery, he can be recommended by the baron to join the Knights Templar.

After studying in the Knights Templar for two years and passing the Knights Templar duel, one can become a knight. After returning, one can wait for the baron to grant him a fiefdom. Then, one can live a life of luxury and comfort, and be superior to others, completely achieving success.

"Old Toxon is really stubborn. Frank is clearly not his type. Patrolling is so dangerous. What if we accidentally run into the enemy?"

Old Toxon still made him his escort, obviously he was unwilling to give up and was planning to let Frank get promoted by gaining military merits on the border.

Promotion from the Knights Templar and promotion from the battlefield, regardless of which is more difficult, both are recognized.

But the latter is a common way for self-employed peasants to rise to prominence. If they have any tricks, they will not consider such a deadly path, but duels are also fatal.

Frank is actually quite pitiful.

Olivia shook her head, unable to help but show sympathy. "He's so miserable! If Dad were a farmer, maybe he wouldn't have to live such a hard life."

She turned and looked at Caesar.

"Were you also forced to come here like this when you were a child?"

Caesar shook his head slightly after hearing this. "Father never cared about me."

Olivia realized something and looked at the harmless Caesar in front of her. She thought that this old Toksun was probably the kind of parent who would turn around and start bullying his own child after seeing his neighbor's child get into Peking University or Tsinghua University.

But Caesar is not a human being at all.

He was purely a newbie gift package given to her by the game, a five-star character. Even if the character drawing function was unlocked in the future, there was only a one in ten thousand chance of drawing him.

She gave Caesar the age of twenty at the beginning.

Therefore, the system filled in the story of his past experiences.

He became a squire for the baron at the age of thirteen, joined the Knights Templar at the age of fifteen, was awarded the title of knight by the earl at the age of seventeen, and later served as a guard for three years.

She was now no more, no less than twenty years old, and her beauty was just about to bloom, waiting to be picked.

However, most of the descendants of knights continued to develop this path, and being awarded medals at the age of 27 or 28 was considered very promising.

She held her forehead and thought, that person seemed to be even more miserable.

However, Olivia felt that her time travel was very simple, the game functions were not comprehensive, and there were very few cheat codes. The only one who could be considered a cheat was this five-star character, who barely kept her from jumping into the river and starting over.

Therefore, there is no absolute fairness in this world.

...

It was already morning when Olivia opened her eyes. There was wind and snow howling outside the window. She knew that today would not be another good day.

The festival is just a few days away, and I guess the snow won’t stop. However, this cold weather has its advantages.

At least the piglets that were castrated a few days ago after being moved to a new pen would not die from infection. Lucy simply used an iron to brand their wounds.

She opened the system, signed in, and opened the taskbar. She could see that the "Basic Literacy" task had been completed by 10%.

It seemed that Fanon had already started preparing for teaching. Olivia thought that he would need two more days to get used to the life in the manor.

At this rate, the task might be completed soon after the holiday.

After lying there for half an hour, Olivia was woken up by Lucy to have breakfast.

It was a stewed oatmeal with milk, honey, and a little chopped citron. Olivia was used to it and could feel her taste being assimilated.

Another half hour later, Olivia began to seriously plan to replenish supplies for the existing soldiers.

The soldiers often asked for water in the manor, and Olivia knew their equipment very well.

Among them were three soldiers who had no bows and arrows or chain mail, only spears and leather shoes, and wore starched sheepskin robes.

After so many days of hard training, they look no different from savages from a distance.

Olivia planned to first provide the three people with bows and chain mail, so she had to consult the blacksmith and carpenter in the village to see if they had the ability to make them.

She opened the map and could see where all the residents of the manor were.

Fanon was currently making teaching aids in his bedroom using the wax blocks and wooden boards given to him by Olivia, and he seemed very serious about it.

Lucy was feeding the wolf cub in the old chicken coop, and the little wolf cub was still useful.

At night, it would start barking at the slightest noise in the yard. Once it was tamed, it would be like a dog, except that it would only obey Lucy's commands and would bite anyone who went there.

The housekeeper had gone to the village, and the cook, Adam, and Ethan were all in the kitchen.

She came to the backyard, ready to go to the kitchen, and sent Adam out to run errands.

Olivia walked into the long house through the snow in the yard, only to see Ethan and Adam fiddling with some wood chips by the fire pit.

Ethan was cutting wood and slotting circular planks with a handsaw, while Adam watched.

"Adam, go to the village and call the carpenter and the blacksmith."

She walked over and gave an order.

"Yes, ma'am."

Adam nodded and immediately got up and went out.

Her eyes fell on Ethan's hands again.

"What are you doing?"

Olivia asked curiously.

Adam and Ethan looked up, and Ethan said, "Ma'am, I'm planning to make a cam hammer to replace human labor in hammering work."

"Wouldn't that be very useful?" She went forward to check.

This cam is shaped like a conch, not a regular circle.

The hammer driven by the hand crank follows this trajectory and hammers down at a constant speed.

This action may not only be used for tanning leather, but also for hammering flax plant fibers, which is less labor-intensive than hammering directly.

Ethan nodded. "I don't know if it will work yet. I'm just picking up some unwanted wood to try."

He coveted his wife's expression, fearing that she would complain about this. He always repaired these things at home, but his parents always said he was wasting things.

"It's okay, just give it a try. If you need anything, just get money from me and buy it."

Olivia's eyes were almost kind, and she looked very satisfied.

Ethan choked up immediately. He didn't expect his wife to believe him so much. He blinked and said:

"Madam, I see that carriage outside the old cowshed is broken. Why don't you let me fix it so it can be used."

"Okay." Olivia nodded in agreement.

She wanted to see what kind of trouble Ethan could cause if she allowed him to use his talent.

After warming himself by the fire in the kitchen for a while, Adam called the blacksmith and carpenter who were twisting hemp rope at home.

The two of them walked into the kitchen somewhat stiffly, and came to Olivia one after the other, asking her if she had any instructions.

"Can you two make bows and chain mail?"

If they could make it, there would be no need to go to town.

The carpenter and the blacksmith shook their heads, saying that both items required more sophisticated craftsmanship. The two of them could only repair houses and make farm tools at best, and were not capable of handling such delicate work.

But the blacksmith spoke again:

“If Madam wants more weapons, we can make spears and arrows.

The spears and arrows used by the soldiers now are all made by the two of us. They are not expensive, but each spear head requires seven or eight keli of iron.

One hundred new arrows require two silver coins worth of iron, but the arrowheads can be used repeatedly."

Iron was expensive. Even an iron pot in the kitchen cost one or two silver coins, so most villagers used clay pots and earthen kilns to cook and bake bread. The blacksmith did not lie, and the carpenter nodded.

Olivia knew that characters without talent could only provide basic products.

This is the logic of the game.

But she didn't mind and still agreed to their request.

"Well, go to the steward and get money to make five spears and a hundred arrows.

It seems that in such heavy snow, if you want to get more advanced weapons and equipment, you still have to ask the housekeeper to go to the town to buy them.

At this moment, the housekeeper was still conducting a population and land census from house to house in the village, and he hadn't even returned from lunch.

It was not until the afternoon that the housekeeper returned to the manor with the household registration.

Olivia, who had just finished her lunch break, had just obtained the most accurate data in the fiefdom.

There are a total of 45 households and 105 people, including 45 self-cultivating farmers, including 20 women and 25 men. Each household has an average of three acres of farmland.

There were sixty tenant farmers, with a male to female ratio of four to six.

There are a total of 40 elderly people over 50 years old, 45 adults under 50 years old, and 20 minors.

There are only five young and middle-aged self-employed farmers who strictly meet all the requirements.

Olivia did not rush to ask the housekeeper to conscript these five men into military service.

After all, the conditions for soldiers nowadays are so poor that they may reluctantly think it is better to farm at home.

It would be better to equip them with weapons, let those young men envy them for a while, and then let them serve. The effect would be better.

Therefore, Olivia went to the small treasury to get the gold coins used to sell the prey for the butler.

She also made a shopping list that she had thought about for a long time and made after prying professional advice from Caesar last night.

"Five bows, strong and durable birch bark bows, five suits of chain mail, five sheets of fine cowhide, and five yards of ordinary sheepskin."

After hearing this, the butler estimated in his mind that this chain mail was not cheap and the processing was complicated. It would cost more than one gold coin to buy a set, and five sets would cost at least six gold coins.

As for bows, four or five silver coins can buy a birch bark bow, and five bows are worth two gold coins.

High-quality cowhide usually costs two silver coins per piece, and five pieces cost at least one gold coin.

Five yards of sheepskin cloth cost one gold coin.

The lady handed him a dozen gold coins, and the butler made a rough estimate and said there might be some left.

"You must do this carefully. Buy good quality goods and don't skimp on your money. If you have any gold coins left over after you're done, bring back a donkey. If not, don't buy anything."

Donkeys are cheap and can be bought for a few silver coins. Many people even specialize in eating donkey meat, which is more affordable than beef.

There was no problem using the donkey to pull things for the manor, but ever since Olivia knew how much a horse cost, she gave up the idea of ​​using horses to pull goods next year.

The more beautiful the ideal is, the more cruel the reality is. The horse is really a precious commodity. She would feel sad if it got bumped or hurt.

These were serious matters, and the butler agreed without hesitation.

After collecting the money, he planned to let George accompany him tomorrow. After all, it was not a small amount of money, and George knew a thing or two about these things.

"But, madam, what are these cowhides and felt cloths used for?"

The housekeeper takes a responsible attitude and carefully inquires about the purpose to avoid buying the wrong thing.

Olivia explained, "The cowhide is for making wooden helmets, leather boots, quivers and other things, and the felt is for making undercoats for chainmail."

This quantity is enough to make a lot of things, and it is enough to recruit more soldiers.

As soldiers, we need to unite and have to have uniforms. Besides, it is too cold today, so any extra uniforms are better.

The housekeeper understood the situation and left.

These are prepared for soldiers.

As for Caesar's equipment, they were all rare items won in the arena or duel.

His bow was a gift from the count when he watched them in a tournament. It was inlaid with gold and there was no need to replace it.

The clothes were also the rewards he received during festivals when he was a servant of the earl, and they were all made of the finest velvet.

Speaking of this, Caesar actually got a lot of gold coins from the count over the years, but...

She held a funeral for her father, bought a nice cemetery behind the La Vossen Church, donated part of it, and then held a grand wedding at her father's request...

It seems that no matter what era, these two things can empty a person's pockets, and even NPCs cannot escape.

In the afternoon, the sky was a hazy leaden gray, and thick clouds blocked the view.

Standing in the backyard outside the kitchen and looking into the distance, the mountains and forests in the distance are completely invisible, only the fine snow flying nearby.

Following his habit in the church, Fanon got up at dawn, tidied and swept his bedroom, read the scriptures again, then went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, and recited the scriptures again after lunch.

Now, it was the afternoon when all the servants in the manor had free time, and he was going to start teaching them to read.

Fanon was in a calmer mood than yesterday, perhaps because although the conditions in the manor were difficult, the atmosphere was still harmonious.

Many of the knights and ladies he had met in the past were either rude and drunkards, or extremely stingy and often beat their servants. This was also the reason for his uneasiness.

The owners of this manor are, one is talkative and kind, the other is steady and self-disciplined.

There aren't many servants here, and they all get along well with each other.

He also visited the tenant farmers in the village yesterday. Although they all lived in shabby houses and drank thin porridge, they all had firewood under their stoves.

Fanon finally felt relieved. It seemed that this place was not as bad as he had thought, and there was even delicious vegetarian food.

He went to the kitchen, where everyone had finished their work and was gathered waiting for dinner.

Servants had to eat their dinner while it was still daylight and work for their masters at night.

That is, in the two hours before dinner, my wife will not assign any tasks by default, leaving everyone enough time to study.

Cook and Lucie finished kneading the rye bread and cooking the oatmeal.

The butler sat at the dining table, making simple purchase records on a wax tablet with a stylus.

Fanon sat down across from the butler and asked if he needed any help.

The housekeeper looked up and smiled: "No, this is something I need to buy in town tomorrow. I'm almost done writing it."

"Oh yeah, how was your rest yesterday?"

Fanon nodded. "Very good."

After saying that, Fanon poured the black carbon dust into the melted beeswax, stirred it, and evenly scraped it into the concave layer of the wooden board.

Ethan and Adam, who had been waiting for the meal to start, now watched curiously, knowing that Fanon was planning to teach them something at his wife's request.

The two little ones were still lazy at the moment and didn't take it seriously. After all, teaching servants to read scriptures sounded like a fantasy.

Fanon wrote the thirty letters of the Altaic language on a wax tablet with a stylus.

Then he wrote Adam's name on another empty wax tablet and asked Adam if he knew where his name came from.

"I don't know. Dad said my name was given to me by the old knight at my baptism."

He looked at the words on the wooden board curiously. This was the first time Adam saw someone write his name. He had never had any opportunity to learn in this way before.

Fanon thought about it and decided to start with this. He said: "In the myth of Alta, Adam is one of the twenty-four attendants of the creator god..."

After a while, Lucy and the cook also sat down.

"Priest, where does my name come from?" Graya asked curiously.

Fanon explained it to everyone one by one for a long time before everyone suddenly understood.

Lucy had no interest in learning these things at first. Her daily job was to take care of livestock, and she relied entirely on experience.

She didn't think she needed to know anything, but Father Fanon said her name came from a mythical goddess, and she became interested.

"How should cow and sheep be spelled?"

They gathered together and bombarded Fanon with questions.

Finally, Fanon found his rhythm and made everyone listen quietly for a while, which gave people a sense of accomplishment.

At dinner, the cook, taking into consideration that Fanon was working too hard, spontaneously made a pot of vegan vegetable soup with pine mushrooms, pickled shallots, and chickpea mash, using precious olive oil, all of which Fanon could eat.

Even Olivia was surprised after tasting it. Is this the chef's hidden secret?

However, Fanon, who felt comfortable, could not sit still. After the evening prayer, he wanted to do something else.

He lit an oil lamp, carried the paint box into the prayer room, and took out a bag of plaster.

Olivia and Caesar watched curiously.

He first simply filled the mottled plaster on the wall, then polished it. Finally, he turned around and waved to Caesar and Olivia to stand over and act as models.

Fanon held up a boar-bristle brush and mixed his several mineral pigments with egg white. After the plaster dried, he glanced at the two models and began to sketch on the wall.

Olivia observed Fanon's movements.

He was very familiar with this structure, with the familiarity of someone who had dissected the human body many times. In just half an hour, he had finished the draft.

Seeing this ability, Caesar couldn't help but nod in praise.

Olivia even joked directly, asking him if he had ever touched human bones before, and how could he do it so well.

Fanon's face was a little stiff, he waved his hands: "How is it possible..."

Studying corpses is a blasphemous sin.

Unexpectedly, he dodged and fell into Olivia's scrutiny.

She pursed her lips immediately. Oh no, could it be that she was guessed right?

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