Today is Alan's 25th day as a slave and his 3rd day at the Baron's house.

At breakfast, Gilbert said.

"I heard that the pavilion wants to eat mushrooms, old man Nord, you can take Alan to pick them together."

There were five other people at the kitchen table besides Alan, all of whom were servants here.

One is Gilbert, who bought Alan, and it seems that he should be the head of the servants, the housekeeper and the like, and often give various instructions to other servants to work.

The other is an uncle with a beard, no name, who specializes in taking care of the horse's feed and doing manual work.

Then there is an aunt and grandmother, who clean the house, cook and do the laundry, and they often show contempt for Alan as a slave, even if Alan asks them for advice.

The last one is Grandpa Nord, although he has gray hair and a bent waist, but his job is the trees and flowers in the courtyard of Dali, he is a very stubborn old man, because he often talks back to Gilbert, so Alan tries not to have anything to do with him here.

However, he often asked Alan to bring this and that, and treated him like an errand runner.

"I don't want it." Grandpa Nord replied without raising his head.

"Don't say that, because Alan is very good at picking fruits from trees, so you just need to teach him how to pick mushrooms on the side, and you don't have to worry about it later." Gilbert tried to convince him with a sales pitch talk and was such a patient man.

"Tell you you won't pick it either."

Grandpa Nord glanced at Alan mockingly, and continued to lower his head to eat the food in front of him.

"The pavilion said that if you want to eat, I will do my best."

Alan looked at Grandpa Nord with confidence, in exchange for a cold snort from him.

"Hmph, mushrooms or something, just go buy them."

Hearing the stubborn Grandpa Nord's answer, Gilbert shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "Oops, then there is no way to do today's affairs." ”

"Grandpa, do you have back pain?" Uncle asked next to him.

It dawned on Allen, was it because of this reason?

"No, I'm alive right now." Grandpa Nord glanced at the uncle and replied.

"Alan, didn't you say you wanted to eat mushrooms too?" Gilbert said with a grin as he looked at Arendt.

Allen, of course, nodded: "Yes, after being sold into slavery, I never ate the mushroom I missed again." Although there was no such thing, Alan still followed his words.

"By the way, how did the salon grass work a few days ago? Grandpa Nord? Gilbert asked with a smile as he looked at Grandpa Nord.

"What's wrong?"

"The saloon grass was brought by Allen, and I heard that grandpa has a back pain, so I asked me to bring it to you."

Gilbert took it, is that why?

Alan nodded quietly and didn't speak, feeling a little sorry that he still thought of him as a thief at the time.

"Hmph, I didn't say you should ask for the saloon grass........ Forget it, since Gilbert has said so, I'll tell you. But, if you dare to run away while I'm not looking, I'll punish you with a whip. ”

Why do you need a permit to pick mushrooms? Worried about running away?

Didn't this grandfather chase himself to pick the fruit from the tree and enter the forest alone?

Alan was puzzled..........

"Very good, let's just decide, Alan, you don't have to be busy with other things today, follow Grandpa Nord." Gilbert instructed Allen.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Nord." Alan thanked Grandpa Nord, only to receive a cold snort from him.

Alan was a little helpless, this grandfather Nord's temper was so big, it was really embarrassing, but fortunately he had agreed, and at this time the other servants also went out to do their own work, and Alan was here waiting for him to leave together after eating.

"Hey, don't sit around thinking about any nonsense, go get me a basket." Seeing Alan sitting there in a daze, Grandpa Nord couldn't help but command him angrily.

"Oh, I see."

Alan returned to the storeroom where he lived, carrying one on his back and one in his hand, and returned to the kitchen, while Grandpa Nord was leisurely drinking tea from a wooden cup.

Looking at the time, it seemed that it was still early, and Alan decided to ask him for some information.

"Mushrooms grow in the forest, right?"

"Hmph, where else do you want to grow?"

Alan smiled brightly, as if he had asked a superfluous question, so he continued.

"How can you pick mushrooms during this time?"

"There are many, but queen mushrooms are only harvested from late summer to autumn." Saying that, Grandpa Nord closed his eyes in obsession, as if he was remembering something delicious.

"Queen? What kind of mushroom is it? Alan frowned, this name is really strange.

"What, Queen Mushroom you don't know?" Nord opened his eyes and looked at Alan with a look of surprise.

"yes.............." Alan shook his head helplessly, knowing that he would ask for a hammer.

"Because the fragrance is very good, it is rarely encountered, it is a high-end product, the fragrance is the queen, and the taste is obsessed,"

"Well, that's right." Alan nodded.

"Forget it, you won't find it in your lifetime, don't worry."

"Hmm."

Alan responded obediently, this Grandpa Nord also underestimated himself, didn't he see his achievements in picking the cat's fruit? It's the first time I've been treated as such a stupid person, and I'm a little unbalanced in my heart, no, I must show some strength to show him.

"So, let's go now, shall we?" Alan looked at the sky outside, and it was estimated that it was past eight o'clock.

Then Alan followed Grandpa Nord to the forest, followed by Blackie.

Nord walked leisurely and slowly, and Alan saw a lot of herbs behind him, and picked some of them, but when he remembered that he came to pick mushrooms today, he didn't care about those herbs anymore, and if he made this person angry, it would be troublesome.

Alan looked around as he walked, and except for a few saloon grasses, there were only trees and some grass, and there was not the slightest trace of mushrooms.

It was Nord who had begun to lecture, and Alan quickly began to concentrate and begin to listen.

"When you go into the forest."

"You can't enter from noon, and you can't start in the evening, because it will get dark very quickly, and you will get lost."

"Uh-huh."

Alan chick nodded like a peck.

"What are you doing here?"

"What? Well, I'm a servant here. ”

Alan was shocked and answered Grandpa Nord's question, it was not his will to become a slave himself.

"I've never heard of anything like this, what about mushroom pickers?"

"Ah, here it is, please tell me, master." Alan cautiously came to his side.

"Hmph, you're not my apprentice now, don't just call the master. However, I'm a little tired now, I'm too old to leave. With that, Nord stopped and looked at Alan.