43 Bread
"I'm not a mile yet!"
The bearded Richard muttered discontentedly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
"After all, it's a refugee, those who don't have strong men...... It's hard to escape. ”
Noticing the confusion on Malone's face, Elo Eberlock explained in a low voice.
"We've escaped here anyway, and it doesn't look like an orc around...... Maybe it's really safe here for some time to come. But don't take it lightly, you have to have some ability to protect yourself, Sir Lothar, these lads are up to you! ”
The bearded Richard knocked on the top of the long table and shouted loudly - it was so touching that the bearded Richard had forgotten the last time he had eaten at the table.
"Hmm...... Give me all these people to train, do you still have enough people in the town? ”
Marlon asked with a deep groan.
"Of course it's enough, and the rest aren't all old guys, and Vera and them...... Honestly, we're the most useless in town, and those women are so much better than us! ”
The bearded Richard laughed.
"Well, starting tomorrow, Paul and I will get to work on training our own militia...... Fortunately, there is enough armor and weapons in the warehouse, and we don't have to worry about the equipment. ”
Malone nodded and said.
"As for the rest...... I don't think the two weeks of fleeing will make you forget what you did before the war, and I'll start counting it tomorrow to see what you can contribute to this camp. ”
Elo Eberlock took Malone's words and said.
As the leader of the refugee team put it, these refugees had their own livelihood before the outbreak of war - whether they were blacksmiths, carpenters or clerks, and they could all come in handy in this ruined night town.
"Surely, in this town...... With enough supplies for thousands of people to take and save some, we can live well here. ”
Marlon nodded and encouraged everyone present.
"In fact...... As much as Sir Lothar is right, I don't think your words are very convincing. ”
Elo Eberlock suddenly said this.
Everyone in the room was stunned, including Althea, the daughter of Elo Eberlock, who knew why the leader of the refugee team would go against Malone.
"At least...... Not as convincing as the fragrant bread baked by Vera herself, haha! ”
In the midst of the stunned gaze of the crowd, Elo Eberlock laughed and uncovered the mystery - it turned out that he was just showing off his sense of humor - although the joke was a little too cold.
"Are you talking about me?"
While everyone was laughing at Elo Eberlock's lame joke, Vera's soft voice came from behind Malone.
The beautiful cook arrived with what Elo Eberlock had called – the long overdue fresh bread.
"The Light is above...... I think I could eat a whole basket ......."
Looking at the yellow bread that Vera brought to the table, the bearded Richard made a very ungraceful swallowing sound as he shouted.
But the crowd was in no mood to laugh at Richard, for they all reacted similarly; What's more, a few young people were left with tears of excitement when they tasted this long-lost, soft bread.
- Two weeks ago, no one in the refugee ranks thought they could still eat fragrant bread; For these refugees, this dinner is not only about improving their food, but also about starting their lives anew.
-- It's real life, not the precarious, fearful, sleepy, and exhausting days of the past two weeks.
"Sir Lothar, how does this bread taste?"
Vera brought the bread to the table, but did not leave, but stood behind Marlon, smiling and asking.
"Very good, I've never eaten such delicious bread!"
Malone replied earnestly.
"Really? That's great! ”
Vera nodded happily with some anticipation, and then turned and trotted away - she didn't have time to think about it in a hurry, Marlon was also from the Lothar family, and had his own knighthood at a young age, how could he not have eaten something better?
"This bread is delicious, but it doesn't seem to be freshly ground flour...... Hey, you two, what's going on? ”
The bearded Richard munched on it, glaring and indistinctly calling out to the two young men sitting not far away, who had ordered the two young men to give the wheat from the storehouse to Vera this afternoon, and to grind it for her.
"Vera and the others found milled flour in the town, so they didn't use the wheat; There is a small mill on the east side of the town, and we will go and grind the wheat again tomorrow. ”
One of the young men quickly swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, answering Richard's question.
"Tomorrow? Hmph, tomorrow you two will train me honestly, and I will ask others to grind the wheat, in short, don't want to be lazy. ”
The bearded Richard felt that he had seen through the "conspiracy" of the two young men, and said with a snort.
"You've already eaten? In such a hurry? That's when I brought the broth! ”
Vera's voice came again, this time with a large pot of steaming soup.
"And soup? That's great! I almost choked to death......"
The bearded Richard shouted as he stood up and took his wooden bowl to warm his stomach with a mouthful of broth.
"Is there anything else you haven't served? I'll help you! ”
Malone also stood up, but not for the soup, but said to Vera with concern.
"And some chopped sausages and bacon...... Sir Lothar, sit here, I can do it alone! ”
Vera hurriedly excused herself.
"Well, it's not my principles to keep a lady busy and sit here eating and drinking."
Malone smiled and made a "please" gesture to Vera - of course, Malone had only said this after leaving the table, and he didn't want the other men to mistake him for sarcastic ones.
Listening to Marlon's words, Vera couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh - she only took Marlon's words as a joke, because she knew that she was just a cook, not a lady.
"Mom, Mary is sleepy......"
As Marlon followed Vera into the house where they were cooking, Maria stumbled over while rubbing her eyes, and said in a milky voice.
"But Mary hasn't eaten yet! Sleep now, you'll be hungry in the middle of the night! ”
When Vera saw her daughter, she quickly squatted down, touched Maria's head and said.