[A lord who dies of overwork will have nothing left but a meager reputation. 】

"Gash ~ cough cough!"

Gastric juice churned, and Adam rolled off the bed in retching.

The human body is amazing, and exertion can overwrite hunger, but the stomach will use other physiological responses to remind you that it needs food.

Jane duly brought a wooden cup full of cold water, and a square scarf hung on her arm, supporting the weak Adam.

The outcasts were well aware of this symptom, and when it was certain that the lord was in need of rest and food, they were relieved to restore order, and Adam's tenacity and strength were obvious to all.

"Didn't they give you a room?"

"Yes, sir, on the sidelines with the other girls."

Jane looked at Adam's swallowed Adam's apple, hesitated for a few moments, and decided to continue.

"Sir, I would like to help with the cooking in the tavern. But the uncle there said that I had to be allowed to do some work with the consent of the lord. ”

She learns a lot from old Jamie and wants to put it to use.

Adam stared at the girl's face and saw that it was full of stubbornness.

"Let's go to bed first, I'll remember it."

He pulled up the long sleeves from the shelf, slipped them into the lining, and walked out of the room.

The village women waited for him to lie down in the main building, leaving Jane alone to take care of her, after all, this was the girl brought back by the lord himself, and there was a lot of discussion about it.

Beyond the javelin range, there were night sentinels.

This distance was actually set by the militia themselves in order to avoid hearing the awkward noise in the room.

Adam nodded and signaled that he was all right, and the other man turned and got on his horse and left, bringing the news to all the hunting camps that cared about the matter.

【Pottery bowl】

【Pottery plate】

The flames rose and the wood crackled.

"Your Lord."

The pottery burners stood up to salute them, who had to work shifts all night to have enough cutlery containers.

Originally, it was not so complicated, the countryside was not as busy as the town, and many cutlery were shared, but it was forbidden by Adam.

This is not the same as roasting game to be cleaned, it is no longer limited to a sense of ritual, but a matter of hygiene, and the outbreak of plague and infectious diseases will bring destruction.

Although Adam longs to build the Infirmary, there is not even a witch doctor in the stronghold, let alone a figure like the Doctor of the Knife or the Hooded Bishop.

【Tavern LV1】

[Only drinks and simple meals can be provided, no currency is allowed.] 】

[Only by opening up a trading station can you circulate goods, and what you can provide at that time will bring you wealth and prosperity. 】

The homeless people had no money to spare and had to distribute food in the primitive way, and Adam repaired the tavern for many reasons.

Overworked residents are happier to eat here than if they were to work in the open air, and this spiritual experience is beneficial for loyalty and efficiency.

Underneath the tavern, the original cellar was hollow and damp, stuffed with rotting and dusty debris.

However, after the vents are cleared and rebuilt, they can store a lot of supplies, and before the [granary] is completed, they can give the cave a good place to eat.

The torch is pinned to the pillar, the wood grain is clear, and the renovation is not long.

The warm light illuminated the man, his cheeks thin, and he walked past the wooden barrels stacked on the card slot, and instead of checking that the openings were blocked, as usual, he went to the wine rack.

Workers use iron spears to dig inclined holes in the mud walls, fill them with straw, and insert the most precious batch of wine in the grain.

The slender barrel of the bottle is exposed, like a nailed wall in an ancient castle trap.

The cellar fire was gone, but the tavern was blazing, and the night watchman made the room warm and cozy, so that the young man sitting at the bar could enjoy his dinner better.

"Sir, you try this, waiting for you to enjoy it."

【Dry red (slightly awake)】

Adam nodded, took a sip from the cup, and continued to pounce on the wooden basket, nibbling on the smoked ribs.

In fact, there are many utensils on the mainland, and many vendors or stalls have iron, silver, and copper containers for sale.

Pottery is popular in the countryside, after all, it is not distressing to smash.

Glass is also widely used, but it is classified as alchemy, so going to the town's secret art room to buy it has become the only way for civilians to obtain it.

Ever since the tavern was restored, Adam had often come here to spend the night, and the cubicles were covered with bearskin blankets for him to sleep in.

In the back kitchen are three beautiful clay bowls, left by the strange merchants who visited the area, and are now the special tableware of the lord.

He served minced meat with red wine and sat up straight.

Originally, his trip to Matthew Village was to be completed after the infrastructure was fully completed.

But on the night of the tavern's inauguration, certain events were finally triggered.

Distressed by the lack of tools, Adam received a note prompt in the cubicle, and a blue "? Like the merchant who visited that night.

It turns out that not all encounters under the guidance of fate can sit back and wait, and sometimes you need to take the initiative yourself.

He took his weapon and the silver python and went straight to the direction of Matthew Village, where he met the big man sitting in a daze in the blacksmith shop, and invited him to bring back his followers.

[Followers: 1]

Although Adam has raised the priority of rebuilding the blacksmith's shop, he still needs to procure enough materials to deliver on his promise and retain skilled people.

[The tavern is simple, but the meat is fragrant and the wine is full, and the sleepless people who toss and turn wander here]

That's the main reason why Adam renovated the tavern, the blue"? "I've stopped in front of the door, and it seems that I don't need to leave again this time.

[The visitor is preoccupied, and it seems that some things are not clear to consider, but it is difficult to speak]

Someone from the stronghold?

The middle-aged man guarding the tavern was collecting the utensils when he saw someone pushing the door in, and people who stayed up late to work often came to the tavern to sit.

Day or night, he never minded a trip to the cellar to fill the wooden cups before the sealed barrels were packed.

Everyone is working hard to rebuild their homeland, and this is also agreed by the lord.

But the guy who came tonight, he didn't want to see him!

This man is thin and shrewd, and he can't do any kind of work well, and if it weren't for the soft-heartedness of the big guy, for the sake of coming from the mountains, he would have starved to death.

"Lord Lord, for the sake of God, can you take a shower and come back?"

The public bath was built right next to the river, and the lady who was in charge of hammering laundry there was kind enough to help the smelly bastard.

You know what?

This man doesn't care about other people's homes at all, and he rarely interacts with each other, and the gods are running blindly on the ground, and the narrow vest and cracked lenses are his lifeblood!

Mr. Adam was strict, but very generous, accommodating the wounded and homeless.

The women said privately that the man had gone mad and that he was not too troubled, and that there was no shortage of food in the camp after all, and that he could be born and raised.

Adam looked closely, and although the man was older than himself, he was not vicissitudes.

Hesitant behavior, obviously with strong self-esteem, belongs to the "little man" image of self-sustaining taste in the story.

He stood in the doorway, unwilling to leave, his expression twisted, the frame deformed in many places, and behind the shattered lenses in the corner were evasive eyes.

"Honorable ...... Honorable Lord"

He took a step, and finally mustered up the courage to say what the organization had been saying for a long time.

However, the stench was in the air, and I could smell it a little, so I stopped where I was, and the conversation stopped abruptly, and the tavern was filled with embarrassment.

"I, I must say something to you, Mr. Lord, please."

Adam's smile is always point-to-point, neither warm nor rusty, frozen between frivolous and heavy, convincing.

He pointed to the stool next to him.

"Sit down and talk, and I'll ask you for a drink."

Seeing that the little man was still hesitating, Adam continued to finish.

"Do you know, half a month ago, I drank the blood of a lone wolf nearby, and you are much more fragrant than it."

As for this, the other party showed a grateful smile, sat down straight, rubbed his little hands, and said shamelessly.

"If I could, I'll try the wine."

……

The air briefly froze, and the scolding burst out.

"Mother!"

The middle-aged man behind the bar rolled up his sleeves and walked over with his eyes glared, and there was a big battle to turn over the table and dry the shelf.

Adam felt choked, but waved his hand to stop it, and he laughed out loud, the kind that was really.

Stabilize his emotions, point to the other party's frustrated face, and speak in a calm and serious tone.

"Before dawn, you can take as much wine from the cellar as you can prove its value!"