During the heyday of Blackstone Castle, three kitchens were built to provide daily food for the castle guards and handymen. There are more than 20 cooks, bakers, butchers, butchers and milkmen, providing two meals a day for more than 100 people. But now, Blackstone can't afford to keep too many guards and handymen, and two of them are abandoned, but the oven, hooks, chopping boards, and large enough pots and soup pots are all available, and the maids are simply cleaned up, just enough to serve as Alice's workshop.

The juicing process is still manual, with Alice chopping the fruit and Linda mashing it with a stone mortar and squeezing the juice out of the juice with a cotton cloth. This is the most physically wasteful work, and the utilization rate of the fruit is very low, and the results are slow, but the knowledge of the gods cannot be passed on lightly, and Alice is not comfortable leaving this work to others.

It took me a long morning to finally squeeze out two small cans of juice mixed with pear, cherry and apple. In the next procedure, Alice made a small change, adding only one-third of the water to the large kettle hanging from the hook, and when the temperature felt slightly hot, she put the clay pot full of juice into it.

But then, instead of putting out the bonfire as you did yesterday, you just cut down on the amount of firewood and keep it burning. Alice's fingers kept in the kettle, and when she felt that her hands were starting to get hot, Linda took the ladle and added cold water to the pot to prevent it from boiling.

Hot and cold neutralize, I have to say that Alice's little head melon is still very thoughtful. This seemingly simple method proved that she began to use wisdom instead of wasting physical strength.

After an afternoon's hard work, two cans of pasteurized juice came out of the oven, at the cost of Alice's wrinkled, white fingers soaked in the kettle.

"Whew~" Alice wiped the hot sweat on her head, looking at the juice mixed with a little impurities, and a sweet taste entered her nose: "Linda, do you want to taste it?"

Linda smiled slightly, noncommittal. Throughout the day, the friendliness with Alice made her mood relaxed, and her smile appeared more and more often.

"Now, I'll try it first. Alice poured a small cup from the clay pot and sipped it into her mouth, the flavors of various fruits mixed together, sweet and sour, lingering on her taste buds.

"Huh? It was surprisingly delicious. ”

When making the antidote for the sailors, Alice tasted the potion herself, and because it was mixed with wild vegetables, the taste was very poor, and there was an indescribable bitterness, and the taste was really not flattering.

But the freshly squeezed juice she drinks now is the equivalent of a medieval version of a farmer's orchard blend, and it tastes good too.

Linda's lips moved, and she stopped talking. In her opinion, fruits are naturally cold and need to be boiled, otherwise they will get sick. But the knowledge of the gods in Alice's mouth is very strange, but to stop the boiling of water, how to get rid of the cold, so that you will get sick, right?

Alice smiled and picked up a small glass, "Try it, Linda." It's a joint effort. ”

A joint work?

Is this treating me as a friend? Linda's heart was a little hot, and she mustered up the courage to take the cup and gently sip it into her mouth, the sweet and sour taste melted on her tongue, and flowed from her mouth to her heart.

"How?"

Linda nodded lightly and smiled.

"Huhu~" Alice's sweet lips were satisfied: "It is indeed a gift from the gods, not only is it delicious, but it can also break the curse of the sea god, and those poor sailors will definitely like it." ”

In the next sealing work, the most primitive mud sealing method was adopted, and the clay pot was tightly wrapped with thick clay. Well, two girls are making mud in the kitchen......

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Leon looked at the world outside the small window with pale and swollen eyes, and the terrifying whispers from the devil of hell seemed to know his betrayal, ruthlessly exposing and mocking him, leaving him extremely tired and yet very afraid of sleep.

Duke Ceylon Tergen, Archon of Waterdeep and guardian of the southern borders of the Kingdom of Tia, wields supreme authority and owns the most powerful cavalry regiment in the south, the Knights of the Holy Blade. Lean was just an old steward, unable to resist his will.

Jarot Sander's death was not an accident on the battlefield, but a long-planned conspiracy. When Jarot stabbed the Duke of Ceylon's youngest son, Elise Telgen, a prodigal who was born with a crippled leg and foot, unqualified to be a knight, and who indulged in wine all day, he angered the narrow-minded duke.

Although at the time, many people can testify that the drunken Elise Tergen, like a mad bastard, was instructing his lackeys to tie Leah to his bedroom.

Evil deeds have not succeeded, but hatred has been sown. Enraged, Jarrot stabbed Elise in the right rib without killing him, while the Duke of Ceylon merely scolded his son, with vicious revenge brewing in his heart.

Last autumn, the harvest exterminated the Dreadtooth Orcs, and the brave and warlike Jarrot was lured by intrigue and intrigue to fall into a siege. The Duke of Ceylon sat on the mountain and watched the fire, and did not send a single soldier, which led to the annihilation of the Blackstone Knights, and Jarot died in battle.

However, this is not enough, the lustful Elise Tergen is a difficult and vindictive fellow. In Waterdeep, the woman he fancied couldn't escape his palm. It's not just Leah, even Alice wants to get involved.

This year's expedition is also a trap, and she will fall into a well-arranged trap. The Black Stone Collar is facing an even greater catastrophe - when the autumn harvest is over and the grain is in storage, a fire will completely burn everything.

When the cold winter came, the desperate Blackstone Fort could only ask for help from the loyal lord, the Duke of Ceylon, and no matter how harsh the conditions, he had to agree.

And Lion's role is to provide the exact time, the location of the barn, and assist the minions sent by the Duke of Ceylon to infiltrate the castle and completely burn the last hope of Blackstone Fort with raging fire.

The pay is handsome, with a large bag of gems and gold coins, a house in the bustling district of Waterdeep, and son Stan reinstated as a freeman and becomes a blacksmith's apprentice.

Elise Tergen just wants to get Leah and Alice. Even though Elise was disabled in his legs, he was the son of the Duke of Ceylon, and he was eligible to inherit a portion of the family business according to the kingdom's law of equal inheritance.

And Leah and Alice can also leave the poor Blackstone Collar and go to live in the bustling metropolis.

This is the psychological comfort that Lien found for himself when he betrayed. But he knew in his heart that Elise just wanted to play with them and take revenge on them, and would definitely not give them any better life.

But now he realized that perhaps before the autumn harvest was over, he would die first because of the devil's torment. Wealth, real estate, and sons will all be a fantasy bubble.

Fluttering ...... In the afterglow of the setting sun, a blackbird landed steadily on the windowsill of Lien from far and near. Lion's expression tightened, this was the letter crow that the Duke of Ceylon used to relay a message to him—a highly intelligent, specially trained black crow.

Leon picked himself up, removed the barrel from its feet, and unfolded a sheet of papyrus. Soon frowning, the Duke of Ceylon was urging him to make all arrangements as soon as possible, and the arsonist would set off at the end of the harvest month.

The hand holding the papyrus trembled slightly, and there was a hint of struggle in Lien's eyes. The Sanders were kind to him, and he swore to the Holy Spirit that he would never rebel!

The pestering of the devil may be the price paid by the betrayers who have been abandoned by the Holy Spirit. But in the end, he sighed heavily, took a quill, and wrote a line on the papyrus:

"Yes, sir. ”

In fact, he had no choice at all, and even if he didn't follow the Duke of Ceylon's orders, it was only a matter of time before the Blackstone Collar fell into the palm of his hand. And when the time comes, his end must be tragic.

I watched the black crows fly into the sky, and the last rays of the sunset shone behind the mountains.

The terrible night has arrived!