Mason City, an important city in the southern part of the Kingdom of Biberach and the most important producer of ceramics in the Northland, was where Charles and Mordred played themselves.

There are many workers engaged in the production of ceramics here, and the grain mainly depends on foreign imports.

After eradicating the local nobles in the Blue Crystal Incident, the third prince Bud, who became the lord of Mason City, had a headache because of food during this time, and since the drought, the shortage of food and the high price of food have made the workers miserable. If the city has citizen satisfaction, the city is already on the verge of a red face.

Bard once wrote a letter back to the royal capital for food, asking for help from his second sister, Princess Rose, who was already in de facto power, but he ended up with a large stack of food pick-up stamps from the Maccaden family.

At that time, Bard's heart was broken, and the subsequent series of twists and turns made him even more devastated. It's not that Bard believes in Charles, who has known him for many years, but since the news of the destruction of the granary and the elves buying grain in the south came from the Elven Tree Sea, he, like other Northland nobles, thought that Charles would not be able to get food.

Unlike those big landlords and aristocrats, those nobles can exchange them for investment with pick-up coupons, anyway, they have grain in their warehouses, at least they can't starve to death. But Bard's territory was a large crowd of workers waiting for food, and there was no real food, and the pick-up voucher alone was of no use to him.

As we entered February, there was less and less grain in the warehouses in Mason City, and there was no longer a lot of food to buy in the market.

Fortunately, some caravans brought in some "white jade meat" from time to time, which slightly alleviated the dissatisfaction of the citizens.

One day in mid-February, Bishop John of Harvest Temple Church, south of Mason City, came to Bard and told him that food from the Maccaden family was beginning to arrive at the church, and that it would be ready to pick up the goods when February 22 came.

Pleasantly surprised, Bard immediately sent someone to follow Bishop John to the church to find out, and the inquirer came back to report that a fleet full of grain was parked in the river next to the church, and that workers were unloading bags of grain from the ship.

February 22, 1922 in the Divine Calendar, was not the day that Charles chose to pick up the grain vouchers for some kind of bad taste.

It is customary in this world to take the last day of the month as a day of rest, which is also considered the "Sunday" of the various temples, and even slaves can theoretically rest on this day.

Charles initially used this day in late February as the day to start redeeming food pick-up vouchers, considering that people who were not far away would go to church on the 20th to worship and spend a day on the 21st to rush to the pick-up point to exchange food, so that they could get the food as soon as possible.

On this day, the Harvest Temple Church around the major cities of the Northland, which served as a pick-up point, was ready, and the church and the newly renovated warehouse were filled with fresh grain.

These sacks of grain are different from the sacks of the past, this one has a piece of slime tape on each side, one side is the golden sickle symbol of the Harvest Temple, and the other side is the red maple leaf coat of arms of the Maccaden family.

Because exchanging grain throughout the Northland was a complicated task, Charles and the others outsourced this work to the Temple of Harvest.

Although the Harvest Temple has declined, the basic organization and online store are still relatively perfect, and there will be no trouble in terms of transportation. Moreover, their priesthood and food counterpart, and handing over the matter of exchanging food to them can be regarded as a professional to do professional work.

Early in the morning of the 22nd, Bard rode with several knights to the church south of Mason City.

It was a very cold morning, and the temperature, which had been a little warmer, had recently fallen again under the influence of cold air from the north, and hoarfrost hung on the branches of the trees on the side of the road.

The trunks of the trees on both sides of the road were bare, and Mason City had been nervous for a while when a large number of people fleeing the disaster had passed by.

Fortunately, Bishop John of the Harvest Temple came and took the victims away, but the bark of the trees and the grass roots on the ground along the way were eaten up, and even the slimes hibernating underground in the winter did not escape.

The nostrils of the galloping war horse were spewing white gas, and Bard on horseback was still anxious.

He didn't know how much food Charles could get here, and if it was just a drop in the bucket, he would have to make another plan.

Near noon, Bard and his party finally arrived at the church of the Harvest Temple.

A rudimentary camp was built outside the church, where a large number of victims lived temporarily.

From a distance, Bard saw smoke rising from the camp, and several priests from different temples were distributing rice porridge to the victims.

Two or three hundred meters from the camp, Bard could hear the loud voice of the dwarven priest of the forging temple.

"The newcomers should line up, otherwise they will be kicked out without food!"

"Whoever dares to make trouble, hang it up after a beating!"

The dwarven priest said as he pointed with his spoon to the other side of the camp, where there were several tall wooden poles on which hung dead and dead.

Some of the victims were unscrupulous, and some of them were suppressed by the priests as soon as they came to the camp to do something, and then they were hung on wooden poles to warn those with bad intentions.

Bud made his way to the camp and found the man hanging from a wooden pole still fresh, shivering in the cold wind.

After the greetings, he asked Bishop John, who had come to greet him, "What, there is another person making trouble here?"

Seeing the size of the camp, Bard couldn't help but worry that if someone maliciously stirred up trouble among the victims, it might lead trouble to Mason City. Although the city could not be breached, the destruction of the ceramic workshops and clay yards outside the city was enough for him to have a headache.

Bishop John glanced at the man hanging from the wooden pole and said, "I don't know where the fool came out of nowhere, and actually sprinkled soil into the freshly cooked porridge, and said that only the really hungry would come to eat, and put an end to those who came to eat and drink." ”

"[Agricultural foul-mouthed], is he a fool to be a faithful believer of our gods, this is blasphemy against our gods!"

Bud and the knight behind him looked with disdain at the guy hanging from the wooden pole, the dirt was full of bacteria and viruses, and the pot of soiled porridge had to be boiled again for at least an hour before it could be eaten again.

This is also the mercy of the priests, if they had handled this matter, they would have chopped up the kickers on the spot.

Bard then asked Bishop John to take him to the storehouse, where he would not be relieved until he saw the grain.

At this time, the main hall of the church and most of the guest rooms behind it were cleared out and used as temporary warehouses, and the young adults among the victims were organized to build warehouses behind the church.

In a well-repaired warehouse, a man pushing a cart is transporting a cart of grain to the warehouse.

Seeing the warehouse full of grain, Bard's hanging heart relaxed.

He asked curiously, "Is this food from the Elven Tree Sea?"

Bishop John said: "This grain was brought from the south by the temple. ”

Bard opened a few bags of grain and looked at it, it was all white rice, not moldy and spoiled, and it was not old grain for many years, it was an agricultural product from the south.

The rest was simple, and Bard gave Bishop John all the grain pick-up vouchers for February, and asked him to tell the fleet to transport the grain directly to the port of Mason City to unload it.

Bishop John said that it was just a matter of adding a little freight, and Bard agreed without even thinking about it, which was a sprinkling of water compared to the stability of Mason City.

The next morning, almost the entire city of Mason drove to the port area.

The news that the city lord Lord Bade had found a large amount of grain had spread throughout the city last night, and many people even braved the cold wind to wait outside the port in the middle of the night last night to see if they could buy food the next day.

Bard was also prepared for this, and he ordered the grain to be unloaded and sold directly outside the port area, with only one bag per person.

In order to prevent people from buying more, the person who bought the grain must dip the index finger of his right hand in the blue dye to make a mark.

Then the one-armed old mage who was washing dishes in the back kitchen and the soldiers of the city defense army who were in charge of selling food were staring at the tavern of the adventurer's union in the city, and the old mage's right sleeve was empty......

This little episode did not make waves in Mason City, although the price of grain is not low, but Lord Bud promised that there will be food in the future, but the shallow water of the river cannot be transported so quickly, and a little saving can still survive.

In any case, the discontent over the lack of food in Mason has finally subsided.

Relieved, Bard sat in his office, intently studying a policy on foreign trade tariffs that his second sister had promulgated in the name of his father the other day.

At the same time, a question arose in Bard's mind that the nobles of the Northlands were pondering - where did Charles get so much food?