Sean felt that since he joined the "Curse" organization, his life was almost the same as in heaven.

Someone buys food for what you want to eat, someone gives you something to drink, and it's all the best, it's food that you can't think of before, and there is meat that you can't eat, not overnight meat that is about to spoil, but real meat, and it is cooked with fine techniques, and a lot of spices that can't be named are added, and they are made into delicious dishes in different ways, and they can be eaten in different ways every day.

As for the place where he lived, if nothing else, the carriage he was in now was made of precious wood, and it was also attached to the demon, and it was very strong, and the carriage was covered with several layers of velvet, and it was warm when lying down on the carriage, and when he slept at night, there were also the furs of the stuffed beasts imported from Hadrian's state of Fatio, and made into a blanket to cover his body, so that even in the cold and extremely cold places, he could feel endless warmth in the carriage.

"This pastry tastes so good, Lauwen, come up!" Sean opened the window and whispered outside.

"Rowen, Lord is looking for you!" Fabran heard Sean's call, and immediately turned into a messenger brother, calling for Rowan to come over.

Rowan is the serf who survived with Sean, at this time he has changed a lot compared with the beginning, no longer a yellow and thin appearance, his small belly is gradually bulging, he is wearing a satin jacket, and he has a characteristic Lonnie hat of the Russell Kingdom on his head, living like a bard.

At this time, Rowen was helping in the back kitchen, and when he heard the call of the leader Fabran, he immediately put down his work, took off his apron, and strode towards the carriage.

"Lord Fabran, what's the matter?" said Rawn with a nod as soon as he came over.

"It's not me, it's the adults who called you, I think I want to share the food with you! Come on!" Fabran nodded at Rowan and said gently.

Rowen climbed into the carriage and knocked on the door.

"Is it Lawwen?" asked Sean inside, a little vaguely, but still understandable.

"Yes, it's me, can I come in? Lord Sean. Lauwen said respectfully.

"Come in! I'm waiting for you!" Sean inside, opened the car door and pulled Lauvin in.

"Come and try this rosin cake, it's a local specialty, it's delicious! It's something we would never have imagined when we were serfs before!" Sean took out a delicate little cake from the box and handed it to Lawwen.

"How can Rowen enjoy such delicious food with adults? This is absolutely unacceptable!" Rowwen no longer dared to call Shaun "Happy Shaun" after he became the third-in-command of the "Curse" organization, and used honorifics when speaking.

"It's all right, I allowed it, the five of us were bought out of Viscount Robert's domain together, and now it's just the two of us, and I still prefer to talk to you than Fabran, and I hope you can still be called as before, without honorifics, which makes me feel a sense of distance between us." Sean shoved the small cake directly into Lawwen's hand and said to him solemnly.

"Well, what should I call you, there's got to be a name, right?" said Rowwen, holding the cake in his left hand and scratching his head with his right hand.

"Call me 'Happy Sean'!" I think it's kinder, if you can't let go, just call me Sean!" Sean said with a laugh.

"That's fine! Sean. Lauwen relented.

"Yes, that's decent! We're brothers, don't distance us too far, I don't like that! Sean leaned back on his velvet pillow and said.

"Oh my God, it's the first time I've eaten such a delicious pastry!" Lawwen, who had received Sean's concession, took a bite into the pastry, and then praised it again and again.

"If I'm not mistaken, this seems like your first pastry, right?" Sean opened the bottle of hot tea, took a sip to his mouth, moistened his dry throat, and handed it to Lawwen, looking at him and smiling.

"It's the first time I've eaten it, so it's the best!" Rowin said vaguely, then took the hot tea handed by Sean, and took a sip of it, and the pastry in his mouth shrank quickly when it met the water, and it was easy to swallow.

"Don't say it! you're so comfortable here!" said Rowwen, leaning back, just leaning back against the stuffy beast's blanket.

"This is according to the standard of Viscount Robert! Even the organization spent a lot of money to buy this blanket, which is said to be very expensive!"

Seeing that Rowan was also let go, Sean was very happy, although these guys around him were doing their jobs dutifully, but they were all dull Sima faces, and they all saluted when they saw themselves, and they didn't know what to ask, and they couldn't be friends at all.

In contrast, Lauwen was much better than they didn't know, and at the very least they had a common language.

"Let's go down and take a walk! I'm a little bored in the car. Sean said suddenly.

"Okay, I'll be with you, and we'll have dinner later. Rowan nodded, wiping the pastry scraps from the corner of his mouth.

Rowan pushed the door and got out of the car first, followed by Sean, who also got out of the car.

"My lord, why did you get down? Is there something wrong?" Fabran asked when he saw Sean and the others get out of the car.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, you can just be busy with yourself!" Sean waved his hand, "I'm going to familiarize myself with my abilities, do you have a venue?"

"My lord, please give me five minutes, and this will clear a field for you!" Fabren said, bowing.

"Okay, try to hurry, find a place with a lot of gravel or stones, I'll stay in the back kitchen, and call me when I'm ready. Sean nodded, ignored Fabran, and walked to the back kitchen with Rowin next to him.

"My lord!" as soon as he arrived in the back kitchen, more than a dozen cooks immediately bowed to him and saluted.

"Leave me alone! Look at the pot, don't get confused!" Sean saw that all the cooks bowed to him, and the boiling pot, and immediately jumped to his feet to accuse them.

The cooks were reprimanded like this, and they hurriedly got busy with their work.

"How's this thin straw mushroom fish soup going, and how long will it take to eat it?" Sean walked over to the cook's side with his hands behind his back and looked down.

"Back to my lord, it still needs to be simmered for half an hour before the fish meat becomes tender and blends with the mushroom flavor of the fine straw mushrooms, and of course, some seasonings must be added before that. The cook's hand did not dare to stop any longer, and he said as he cooked.

"Your Excellency, the venue has been cleared!Please move!" Fabran's voice came from outside the back kitchen door.

"It's coming!" Sean shouted to the people outside the door, then turned to look at the cooks.

"I wish I could see a big table of dishes when I come back later!"