Bruce sat in the master's place, today's food was exceptionally delicious, which made him a little unexpected, although Anne worked very hard, but as a soul from the Great Celestial Empire's foodie country, he always felt that the food was just filling his stomach, but this time it was different, he felt that the food in his mouth was rich in taste.

"The food today was very tasty." Bruce said to Edward in surprise.

"That's right, Anne's cooking skills are getting better and better." Edward licked the broth with a crouton, muttering.

"The nobles and soldiers were also delighted." Bruce looked at the nobles and soldiers attending the banquet, and he suddenly remembered that in his previous world, there was a general of the Bald Eagle Kingdom who said that delicious food could boost the morale of soldiers, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"Woo woo, this smell." But Mavis, who sat at the end of the wooden table on the left, looked down and muttered to herself, and a bad feeling rose in her heart as she had just eaten the food on her plate.

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable there? Eve asked with concern when she saw Mavis looking different.

"I'm full." Mavis stood up, pushed her chair away and walked in the direction of the house, her abrupt rise as everyone had enjoyed their delicious meal.

"What's wrong with Mavis?" Bruce frowned slightly, and asked Eve, who was sitting closest to Mavis.

"I don't know?" Eve was concentrating on a piece of venison on the plate in front of her, and she grabbed and gnawed on it with her hands, cooking the crispy and tender venison, making Eve feel as if she had opened up a new world.

"Women, there will always be a time every month when you are upset." Edward said nonchalantly, his words causing the nobles at the table to burst into laughter.

Bruce shrugged his shoulders, he didn't take it to heart, after all, he was about to face a battle.

Mavis walked to the Lord's house, which was empty at this time, and everyone was busy outside, she sniffed her delicate nose, like a pretty puppy, sniffed and sniffed, and finally determined the source of the smell, she hurriedly walked towards the auxiliary house on the side of the lord's house, where the lord's kitchen was located.

"Hurry up, the old man wants more meat, serve it to them." Compared to the silence in the house, the lord's kitchen was like a battle, and a woman kept instructing the attendants and cooks to deliver the food outside the house in an orderly manner.

"Sure enough, it's you." Mavis looked at the familiar back, and she said to the woman with a cold face.

"Huh?" The woman was not surprised when she heard Mavis's voice, and turned around with a smile on her face.

"Lilith, what about the raspberries?" A cook carrying a clay pot of bread and brightly colored berries didn't know where to send it.

"Send this to the Baron, I've got something to leave." Lilith said to the cook that she was like the mistress of the lord's kitchen, and that it was amazing that everyone obeyed her orders.

"Follow me." Without saying a word, Mavis picked up Lilith and walked towards the lord's house, behind whom were the disgruntled shouts of the cooks.

When the two arrived at the lord's house, Mavis glared at the beautiful woman in front of her dissatisfied, but the other party looked indifferent and yawned a little tiredly.

"How did you get in?" Mavis's eyes almost burst with rage, and she clenched her fists to Lilith.

"Me? Of course, like you, I was invited in! Lilith winked mischievously, a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Invited, ha, I didn't hear Bruce talk about it." Mavis lifted her chin and said to Lilith arrogantly.

"Hehe, are you already so familiar with the lord here?" Lilith bit her index finger and said to Mavis.

"Don't beat him, he's my prey, and he's not a lord, he's a baron." Mavis pointed at Lilith angrily.

"Prey, but I didn't find out that you had captured him, are you too soft-hearted, or are you weaker?" Lilith crossed her waist, revealing her S-shaped graceful figure, and said to Mavis demonstratively.

"Shut up, I'm not like you, I don't use kitsch or anything like that, men will always be willing to kneel at my feet, and he is no exception." Mavis said confidently and proudly.

"Tsk, you're too tender in terms of means." Lilith shook her head, seeming to disdain Mavis's claims.

"Monica is going to be angry, if you do anything here." Seeing that Lilith still had no intention of giving up, Mavis decided to use the killer weapon, and she said to Lilith.

"Monica?" At the sound of the name, a strange look appeared in Lilith's eyes, and her brow furrowed and became much more serious.

"Lilith, Lilith, Lord Baron is looking for you." Suddenly, from the direction of the lord's kitchen, Anne's anxious voice was heard.

"I'm coming." Lilith turned her head and shouted in the direction of the kitchen, and she turned and walked in the direction of Anne's voice.

"Mark my words, Mom." Mavis said to Lilith from behind.

Bruce looked at Lilith in front of him, and he was surprised that she was dressed like an ordinary cook in addition to her amazing beauty, and that slender hands really made such delicious food.

"Your name is Lilith?" Bruce asked her.

"Yes, honorable baron." Lilith lowered her head and said to Bruce obediently, and the moment he looked down, Bruce sitting in the seat could see the snow-white and plump patch, which almost blinded his eyes.

"Goo." Bruce is also a man, although his body is now a young man of sixteen or seventeen, but the temptation of the woman in front of him is really terrible, and his brother has already raised his head, fortunately he is sitting in a chair at this time.

"Oh oh oh~~." But the nobles in the same seat were amazed, and their eyes were already looking directly at Lilith, if they could have turned her over, I am afraid that she would have become a ravaged little lamb by this time.

"Ahem, Lord Baron, this is the Lady Lilith whom I recommend to you, she is my countryman." As if dissatisfied with the profane eyes of the nobles, Splitting Shield Danny stood up at once, his tall and mighty figure immediately diverted the attention of the nobles, and the bulky long table was squeaked by him.

"You made the food today?" Bruce secretly took a deep breath, he retracted his mind, in fact, he asked Anne about the origin of the food, Anne told him about the matter, and then he wanted to meet this amazing cook, who originally thought it was a fat and kind aunt, but he didn't expect it to be a beautiful woman with a graceful figure.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Lilith smiled, she had long been accustomed to the men's malicious gaze, and she enjoyed it very much.

"I want you to be in charge of the logistics and cooking of the army, and the soldiers need to eat such good food on the battlefield so that they can fight bravely." Bruce said to Lilith.

"Oh, oh, yes, it's a baron, it's really thoughtful." The nobles and soldiers all let out a cry of admiration, who would not want to get along with such an eye-catching cook!

"Of course, it's my pleasure." Lilith didn't refuse, she smiled and agreed.

"Well, don't worry, I'll pay you well." Bruce nodded and assured Lilith.

Lilith's addition made the banquet even more lively, and Bruce's new logistics cook took the initiative to ask for a song and dance for everyone at the banquet, and in the cheers of the nobles and soldiers, Bruce had to nod in agreement.

"Ding Dong~~." Among the trophies seized from Jeffrey's castle, there were just a few instruments and three court musicians, and Bruce made them blow the horn flute, sighed the luta, and in the sound of the music, Lilith spun quickly among the soldiers, her dance steps were graceful and wild, like a nimble and graceful antelope, and her smile seemed to flirt with every man.

"Hopefully my decision is the right one." Looking at Lilith, who was emotionally driven by singing and dancing, Bruce muttered to himself with some uncertainty.

On the northern peninsula, Woolf and the White Knight were watching a performance, a female slave in an old dress, dancing to the sound of a tambourine, her arms outstretched like an eagle, and the northerners laughed and clapped their hands around the watchers.

"I didn't expect her to be a slave." When Woolf and the White Knight left in high spirits, the White Knight said with some regret.

"What's so strange about this, this kind of skilled slaves are very popular, and rest assured that their lives are not bad at all." Woolf smiled and explained to the White Knight.

The society of northerners is generally divided into two classes, freemen and slaves, freemen are usually members of the tribe, and the composition of slaves is much more complex, there are prisoners of war and members of the tribe who have lost their property, but the members of the tribe become slaves, and generally as long as the debts are paid off, they can be restored to the status of free people, while prisoners of war need to be released by their original owners.

"Let's have some salted fish!"

"Wood carving, good wood carving."

Woolf and the White Knight walked the bazaar, which was located in the middle of the harbor and was full of merchants, but the White Knight found that it was not as lively as the docks, but rather a bit of depression.

"It used to be very lively, and the market has doubled in size." Woolf frowned as he said to the White Knight.

"What do you mean?" The White Knight asked, puzzled.

"It must be the Count of Gülen who exploited the merchants and freedmen here." Woolf said.

"Every noble lord does this, and that's probably not the only reason." The White Knight said to Woolf.

"You're right, but we seem to have tails behind us." Woolf nodded, and he saw the figure sneakily following behind him from the reflection of a brass dagger in front of a vendor.

"Who is it, Earl Gülen's man?" The White Knight said without thinking.

"Of course, we'll go our separate ways." When Woolf had finished speaking to the White Knight, he walked to the other side, and the White Knight was a little surprised but had to find another way to get there.

The two left separately, and the people who followed them also divided into two waves, following behind them respectively, the white knight stopped and stopped, but he was not familiar with the terrain here, and turned around and walked into the alley between the two houses, but he didn't expect it to be a dead end, and when he turned around and was about to leave, two figures appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Stop." The two white knights were the northern warriors beside Count Gülen, wearing leather jackets and short swords at their waists, and their muscular bodies just blocked the crossing.

"What are you going to do?" The White Knight faced them vigilantly and asked the two northern warriors.

"We saw you and Woolf go to the Holy Land, what did the prophet tell you?" A scar-faced northern warrior raised his chin and said to the White Knight.

"A prophet?" The White Knight frowned, remembering the stench that rushed to his nostrils, and the strange soothsayers of the gloomy caverns.

Woolf climbed a hill with a sack of tribute and the White Knight, and came to the cave of the so-called Prophet, the saints of the northerners were completely different from the White Knight's memory, and the canonized saints of the church were usually gray-haired, holy believers who had gained the favor of the Lord God through their pious prayers, and thus received some mystical powers.

But the prophets of the northerners, the saints, were filthy, and huddled like wild beasts in the cave, with strange bonfires burning in front of them, and the green smoke from them emitted a strange stench.

"I brought tribute." Woolf tossed his back pocket in front of the prophet and said loudly, his rough voice echoing through the mountain walls.

"Oh, this voice, I'd love to hear it, is it little Woolf?" The prophet put his hand on his left ear, and under his unkempt hair like a bird's nest, a pair of white eyes struggled to open, but he did not expect that the prophet was blind.

"That's right, it's me, I'm back." Woolf was not surprised, and he said to the prophet.

"My prophecy is correct, and you are back." The prophet lowered his hand, and he skillfully tugged at the campfire, and the smoke in the fire grew thicker.

"It's that damn prophecy of yours that has made me suffer enough, and a whole decade has passed, look what I've gotten?" Woolf roared angrily, his eyes glaring at the prophet sitting around the campfire.

"Woolf?" The White Knight looked at Woolf in surprise, could it be that leaving here back then was not Woolf's own intention.

"Hey, everything is turning according to fate." The prophet did not answer Woolf, but sighed.