[A few more camping sessions and you will lose confidence in your body.] 】

Adam opened his eyes, and drowsiness and fatigue came up after he had eaten enough, and he could not resist the sleepiness and leaned on the woods, now his back was cold, and his limbs were wooden.

Mercenaries know that when they close their eyes and lose consciousness, their bones eat all their body heat, and that the strange wind at night and the snakes foraging in the grass can tear apart their souls.

Adam felt warmth in front of him, and his gaze shifted downward, the bearskin blanket in the tavern was already covered with him, and the unknown tree insect was lying on its stomach, sensing that he was awake, and fluttered away.

Bang!

The morning sun shone on the brown sloping roof, and as the last oak board was stuck into the trough, the colony's granary was officially completed, and the exuberant workers were transporting food under the dew.

After the lord fainted, the enthusiasm for rebuilding reached another climax.

【Granary LV1】

[Reserve: 3742/5000]

[Each serving of food is provided for 3 people for half a day.] 】

"Sir, let's go to the tavern and make you a bowl of soup."

Jane lifted Adam up, put the bearskin over his shoulders again, and stepped back to his side, giving the lord to the waiting workers.

She could feel as if the other person was going on another long journey, as the discussion went on for a long time.

Adam had already arranged the tasks for the near future of the stronghold, and sighed as he walked over to the stump and spoke.

"Sean, do you know how long our food will last?"

The foul-smelling black cloth on the ground actually moved, and when he raised his head, he realized that it was a living person, both in expression and movement, exuding a low aura visible to the naked eye.

"Sir...... Ah, you're asking me...... Probably, in fifty days, you have to find some way to get some money, because the base doesn't have a lot of money, and you still buy back so many farm tools......"

He was whispering like a madman, squatting and swaying back and forth like a vicious wizard performing some kind of chanting ritual.

Everyone around them frowned, and the patience of the lord allowed them to suppress the urge to retreat and leave—it stinked.

Adam was a good hearing, and in these small words, he heard that for the financial analysis of the stronghold, without the help of notes, Sean actually relied on memory and eyesight, and estimated about the same.

Thankfully, the brain was saved.

And he mentioned that his current idea is to find a market for all the harvest along the way, as well as the things obtained from hunting monsters, and bring the first trade to the stronghold, until food grows in the fields.

【Soul Lamp】

【Water Ghost Brain】

【Dog fat】

【Wolf Skin】

……

It has to be said that although the Slavichs did not understand how important these things were to alchemy, they did know - this thing is worth a lot of money and can be sold!

Oh, businessman in your bones.

Sean bit his fingers, his eyes blank, muttering about the various things in the stronghold, even the types of food that had been hidden in the tavern cellar and had only been seen a few times.

"This gentleman is so smart, he knows a lot of things, I have counted, almost."

Jane spoke up next to her, she was the second closest person, and Adam noticed that her information had changed.

[Specialty: Listening, rough cooking]

It seems that although Jane's qualifications are not good, she can't get any letter after all, but she can still get improved in her studies, so it's good, who doesn't like a hardworking and sensible girl?

Look at Sean who fell to the ground.

He had been squatting here since he had broken down last night, and Adam had stayed in the forest for fear that he would die in the night wind.

[Followers: 2]

Anyone who can be reminded by the tavern notes has a special skill that can help them get a job under the jurisdiction of any lord on the continent.

It's just that not all lords have insight into the talents of their subordinates.

[Quality: D]

Obviously, this little man who can't even beat the outcasts still has a lot of room for growth in his skills, and as a poor acid lord, he doesn't intend to let him go.

"Clever? Ha, hehe, woowoo......"

When Sean heard Jane's praise, he shook his head like a skinny chicken, but soon smiled bitterly, as if he had jumped up and hit the roof, and began to whimper and sob.

"Did I say the wrong thing?"

Jane curled up behind Adam, covering her mouth and whispering.

"Hehe, you take care of him. Well, take him to a shower first, if you don't cooperate......"

Adam smiled kindly, leaned sideways to block Sean's view, and slowly clenched his fists where the militia could see.

The other party understood, nodded solemnly, and several strong men set up the sluggish little man and walked towards the river.

……

【Blacksmith Shop (under reconstruction)】

The big man never introduced himself, and Adam didn't take the initiative to ask, in fact, every time he got along with the other person, he had to resist the urge to draw his sword and resist.

The other party's face is ugly, and he often subconsciously holds the hammer.

【Quality:C】

By the time the blacksmith let his guard down and pledged his allegiance, the note had been updated - a staggering match for the lord's qualifications.

Although the other party's knotted muscles can scare others, Adam knows that the high evaluation does not come from force, but from craftsmanship.

Knife maker, tinkerer, needle maker, nail maker......

It is said that in the royal court, there were also craftsmen who specialized in hammering decorative handles, and the complex and rich demand led to the diversification of workers' occupations.

Most of the craftsmen in the countryside are rough, and many people have spent their entire lives without professional and standardized learning, and only by relying on experience and years can they figure out a few proud finished products and keep them as signboards.

For example, the windmill mill in Matthew Village, the masterpiece of the armor maker, is the iron riding boots on Adam's feet.

Iron is valuable, but the big man is still grateful for exchanging the finished product, which shows that the skill is precious.

Countless craftsmen have died in vain, and their treasured blueprints have been brought back to their lairs by the monsters, or reduced to dust along with the skeletons, erased by time, and vanished across the continent.

[They love animal skin more than women, and would rather spend the night with a hammer than have fun. 】

The furnace is still being built, and tamping the soil in the inner cavity requires some kind of complex potion to withstand the higher temperatures and make decent utensils.

Bite! While! While!

"This sword is not worthy of you."

The blacksmith's face was gloomy, even if he was only repairing the curly bladed steel sword and saving the silver sword by the way, he still put on that posture against the beast.

Adam sat and waited, and when the other party was immersed in swinging the hammer, there was a sense of art - this was probably the craftsman.

Both were trophies, and they had not been in Adam's possession for a short time, and they had been in tatters.

"Don't say that, they saved me."

"There aren't many opportunities like this, it's the same to repair and reconnect bones, and people with old injuries are not as beautiful as they seem."

The blacksmith raises his sword, and through the reflective blade, he can see through the limits of the weapon.

"You have a lot of strength and skill, this sword is too tender, and if you can't keep it, you will die in front of you. If you have the opportunity, you still have to hit the stronger one. ”

"I remember."

In fact, Adam felt guilty because the blacksmith needed too many supplies, and it was the most difficult part of the reconstruction.

The room is now furnished with iron felt, forging tables, and repair tables......

Most of them were brought from Matthew Village by the other party, and Adam had not fulfilled any promises other than food and empty shells.

The blacksmith was now immersed in the simple work of smelting scrap, and if he had eaten up the spoils, the steel-hungry behemoth might no longer settle for the stronghold.

"I'm going out and I'll bring you potions and ingredients. If I bring you the drawings, you'll take them too, right? ”

"Of course, I will be grateful to you! However, there are some things that I can't make, and the best design must also be done by the best blacksmith......"

He stopped tapping, sharpened the edge, and glanced at Adam.

"You deserve a decent sword."