The servants of the castle put the dishes of the dinner on the table one after another.

They say they are servants, but in fact there are only four of them—the castle steward, the kind cook, the strange little boy who likes to snicker, and a young woman with a freckled face and a figure about the size of the cook.

Not only did the young woman with a new face look a little like the cook, but she didn't even have much figure. Her body was filled with the aroma of brioche bread, and the whole person gave Barrett a soft, sweet, and, chubby feeling.

Yes, there is no problem at all with at least two Hannahs.

While serving the plate of sliced veal sausages, the 'bread girl' naturally took two slices from the sausage on the plate in front of them, one for the snickering boy, and one into her own mouth.

"It's really rude!" criticized the cook dissatisfiedly, "Aren't there more sausages in the kitchen, how can you reach for the food of the guests!"

"I just wanted to taste the difference. The young fat girl said indifferently.

"It's all the same, what difference can it be!" said the cook angrily.

"Yes, yes! The guests seemed to be tastier. The 'bread girl' argued, "Isn't it, Dylan." She looked down at the boy.

The little boy grabbed the beef sausage with both hands and ate it in small bites like a squirrel. When he heard the girl call him, he covered his mouth with the hand holding the sausage and snickered, "Hee-hee, all, it's all the same." "His mouth was full of oil and his voice was crisp.

"You're so bad!" 'Bread Girl' pinched the little boy's face, "next time I'll gag your mouth with freshly baked bread and make you talk nonsense!"

The little boy giggled and ran away, grabbing the cook's leg to show half of his head.

The castle butler named 'Sebastian' walked up to Barrett and the others, "Everyone, please take a seat first, we don't have so much attention here. His lord is changing his clothes, and he will be there soon. After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to the roasted small potato dish on the table, and said in a polite and confident tone, "By the way, I made this dish, and trust me, it will definitely please you." ”

The castle steward is still in charge of cooking, Barrett was curious, but on second thought, it was nothing. The person in charge of the "lantern" is only a 5 or 6-year-old boy, and in the absence of servants, this is also a matter of reproach.

He looked at the dish that the castle butler had highlighted, a maple bowl with a mountain of roasted potatoes. Each small potato is the size of a pigeon's egg, and the skin is browned and steaming, which is very tempting.

The baby potatoes are baked not only with olive oil, but also with paprika and cumin seeds (cumin), and when they come out of the oven they are sprinkled with chopped parsley and rosemary.

Well, that's right! Barrett, as a gourmand with a unique experience in food, couldn't help but nod his head in his heart when he saw this dish. However, if he was asked to do it, he would replace the cumin seeds with dill, because potatoes and dill would have a stronger flavor when they were paired together.

"I dug all those potatoes!" said the little boy, holding the cook's leg, as if to take credit. His dark eyes kept staring at Barritt, and the smile on his face was innocent and cheerful, "Every day I dig up a big pot of potatoes!" the boy spread his arms and gestured vigorously, "Aunt Flanda said that if you want to be a good knight, you have to dig up a lot of potatoes, is that right?"

Barrett swayed from side to side, and the little boy's eyes swayed from side to side as his body swayed. Looks like it's asking me.

Barrett coughed, and was thinking about how to answer the strange question, but the kind cook preemptively said, "Then there is still a fake! I ask you, is Lord Yarman powerful?" she touched the little boy's head.

The little boy put away his smile and nodded solemnly.

"When he was younger, he could dig up as many potatoes as a hill every day, and he could hold two large pumpkins with one hand. And he is also good at pulling turnips, yes, very good! Until now, the adults have always been the champion in the turnip pulling competition held in the village every year!" said the cook in a proud tone.

A look of adoration appeared on the little boy's face.

It seems that the castle also has a large vegetable garden, Barrett thought to herself. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many potatoes for the knight lord to dig when he was fine, and there wouldn't be so many turnips for the lord to practice.

After Barrett and the others were seated, the cook slapped her hands again, "I'll call the adult, he's so slow! It's rude to call the guests to wait!" After saying that, the cook walked to the door, raised her hand to open the door, and raised her head to shout inside the door, "Eat!

It was a bit too casual to use a loud shout to inform the owner to eat. Barrett wondered in his mind that the Sir Yarman, though he looked very old-fashioned, seemed to be quite easy-going with his own people.

After a while, he saw Yarman leading another young knight and two young men out of the door.

The knight lord Yarman took off his well-maintained full-body armor, wearing only an ordinary beige cotton and linen garment, without the support of armor, Sir Yarman looked thin and thin, only the silver hair still glittered against the backdrop of the 'light spell' in the sky.

He was dressed like a normal person, and the only thing that might indicate his identity was the family crest embroidered on the chest of his shirt - a kis shield against giant claws.

The other young knight wore a knee-length gown made of heavy fabric, with a rich appearance, the cuffs folded backwards, with elaborate embroidery, and the hem embroidered with wavy gold and silver threads, and the family coat of arms on his chest was a scimitar-horned antelope with many green vines hanging from its horns.

As for the two servants, one wore a tight-fitting cardigan and the other wore a long-sleeved blouse. The two young men followed behind the two knights, talking softly with excitement on their faces.

Sir Arman came to the table and took the lead in the main seat, the young knight sat on his left hand, the cardigan-clad servant sat beside the young knight, the castle butler sat to the right hand of the knight-lord, and the long-sleeved mantle sat beside the butler.

As for Barrett and the others, Hannah sat on the other side of the long table—across from Sir Yarman, next to her the good Samaritans Burton and Barrett, and then Brandon and the melancholy Eddie, and the coachman was on the centerline on the left and right sides of the long table, and there was only one empty seat at the whole long table, which was opposite the coachman.

The cook led her daughter around the table, allocating food to each seat. She poured the soup of roast pork, ham, sausages, pickled cucumbers, and fresh mushrooms into a bowl in front of everyone, and for each of them she added roasted potatoes, beans, and fried eggs to each other's plate, and on another plate veal sausage, mustard sausage, and cured meat, and finally, poured a full cup of rye beer for everyone.

"Thank you, Flanda. The knight lord didn't wait for the food to be distributed, and he took the lead in eating. He forked the whole fried egg with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, drank the mixed meat soup with a walk, and then ate a piece of mustard blood sausage, "This blood sausage tastes great!" he said with satisfaction.

"Be polite, sir!" said the cook dissatisfiedly, "there are guests today, and you look too rude!"

"No, my good Flanda, it would be rude to my guests if I looked like a noble lord. The knight lord swept Barrett and the others across from him with his eyes, then grabbed the bread and took a bite, "Eat, adventurers, don't be restrained, I don't have so many rules here." ”

The cook glanced at Yarman helplessly, smiled apologetically at Barrett and the others, and led her daughter and the little boy out of the hall.

When Yarman saw the cook leave, he grabbed a piece of cured meat with his hand and put it in his mouth, "How many of you can hold a weapon?" he sucked his fingers.

"Six!" Hannah replied with a blank face, "each of us is a good hand." ”

"Good hand?" said Yarman, sneering, "woman, do you think I can't see it?" except for the Nord who is a good hand, I'm afraid that the others can only beat the goblins in a heads-up situation. ”

Hannah was about to speak, but Yarman interrupted her, "Forget it, needless to say, although you are not very good, at least you are better than the farmers who have only carried scythes and hoes. ”

Hannah pursed her lips and took a hard bite of the roasted potato, and Barrett saw that her face was slightly distorted for a moment, and she didn't know whether it was burned by the heat in the potato or by Sir Yarman.

"There are six of you, and we have 19, count me. The knight lord picked up a slice of calf sausage with his hand again, "Tomorrow this team of 25 people will be under my command." Sir Yarman put the sausage into his mouth and said in an unquestioning tone.

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