The dinner was held outdoors, and a long table made of beech wood was lifted out of the warehouse and placed between the house and the flowers.

A group of young men in their twenties sat around the long table, their eyes looking at their favorite girls from time to time, their eyes shy and fiery. Some people's eyes even wandered, and they kept wandering between the three girls, and their expressions were very distressed.

Barrett counted them roughly, and there were nine outsiders in all, which was exactly a whole number if he was counted. He sat down next to old Samur, sipped an aperitif from his glass, and chatted casually with the farmer about the task.

This aperitif is made from the white spikes of elderberries around the farm, with a small amount of lemon and maple syrup. When drinking, you can add two rosemary petals to the cup, which is quite idyllic. It's just that the taste of this wine is a little sweet, and Barrett is not too used to drinking it, maybe it would be better to add ice cubes, but the farm is not like the large and medium-sized taverns, which have those ice making houses.

A few young and beautiful girls came in and out of the kitchen, placing various kinds of food on the long table:

There are golden steamed pumpkins, steamed potatoes and steamed corn that are piled up in wooden pots and constantly emit heat, homemade salads made with purple cabbage, red clover and syrup, and several berries and cheeses from the forest, and cockscomb mushrooms picked from the maple forest, which are simply torn into wide strips along the grain, smoked briefly and roasted over a charcoal fire.

Then there's the salty pan-fried bacon, lamb ribs braised in a sauce, chives, peppercorns and red peppers, and boiled chickpeas and a steaming pot of creamy pumpkin bisque.

In front of everyone was a large plate with two halves of steamed potatoes, half a steamed corn, a tooth of steamed pumpkin, a small amount of salad and roasted cockscombs, a spoonful of boiled chickpeas, and three pieces of pan-fried bacon and a large piece of braised lamb ribs in sauce, and a bowl of sweet pumpkin soup next to the plate.

The boys ate a little reservedly, as if their minds were not on food. But they are all scrambling to repay the results of their work today. Some people boasted about how much wheat they had cut today and how neatly the ears of wheat had been harvested; some said that they had repaired the leaky roof of the warehouse and strengthened a few loose fences; while others said how much fertilizer they had piled up with cow dung, potato pieces, and broken corn cobs, and promised the farm owner that the fertilizer would be absolutely sufficient after the spring began tomorrow......

Old Samr first thanked the boys for their kind help, and told them that the wages would be settled by the end of the week, and that each of them would be given an extra 20 silver.

After this, some of the lads wanted to show their good manners, and said that they had come only to help, and that they did not need any wages, not a single brass plate!

However, these guys were seriously rejected by old Samir.

The farmer said with a straight face that he would never ask for help next time for those who didn't plan to ask for wages, and would never let them into his farm.

This situation made the boys a little stunned for a while, and they lowered their heads in anxiety, while Emma, who was in a blue-purple turban, covered her mouth and snickered.

It was not until Mrs. Samel, across from Barrett, glared at her husband with disgust, and smiled again on the subject of 'the state of the farms,' that the table became lively again.

As for our barbarian adventurers, he doesn't care so much. While everyone around him was chatting enthusiastically, he just buried his head in eating the food in front of him.

Mrs. Samuel had a good handiwork, and the ingredients were quite fresh, so he was very happy to eat them. One of my favorite dishes is the roasted cockscomb mushroom. The mushroom tasted like chicken, just like its name, but it was ten times juicier than chicken, and the faint smoky flavor made him a little craving.

The raven on its shoulder didn't do much either, snatching the half of the boiled corn from the brute's plate, and fluttering its wings to the windowsill next to the long table, pecking with swagger.

Hetty, who was sitting next to Barrett, promptly filled him with half a sprig of boiled corn and a portion of roasted cockscomb mushrooms. The next moment, the barbarian clearly felt that four pairs of hostile eyes were staring at him, but when he looked back, the owners of those eyes all dodged away.

These guys are too tender, Barrett shook her head inwardly.

"Mr. Barrett, is it dangerous?" said Hetty, looking at the raven on the windowsill. The girl seemed to be very interested in this kind of construction, and Barrett saw her on more than one occasion looking straight at the metal raven, and seemed eager to come up and touch it.

The brute put down the half-nibbled sauce lamb ribs in his hand, and swallowed the lamb and boiled chickpeas in his mouth, "No, it's not dangerous at all." "Actually, it's no different from a real bird." Can a real bird fly? The answer is obvious, it does, and does a real bird eat corn? It certainly eats corn, and so does it. That's it," Barrett shrugged.

Of course, on top of that, it can also track you by devouring certain small parts of your body (such as scales, hair, nails, eyes, and flesh). And, it may also have a certain surveillance effect......

Barrett reckoned that if he hung up, or had some other accident on his mission, the constructed raven would most likely fly back on its own, reporting back to the garrison or someone else.

"Don't underestimate anything a mage makes, Barrett, even if you're its master, I dare say you don't fully understand it. Old Samr shook his head.

That's true. "I really don't know much because I got it less than a week ago. The brute replied.

"The mage has made something much more dangerous than we thought!" said the farmer solemnly, "When I went to the city-state of Muya a few years ago to look for Avery, I happened to see the iron guy behind him, knocking an adventurer stronger than you to the ground with a single punch. The tall adventurer had already fallen to the ground begging for mercy, but the Iron Guy jumped over and smashed him in the chest, and punched him with a punch that blew his head like a pumpkin. ”

"The golems are actually maintaining order, not killing indiscriminately. "While it may be a little heavier to start with, they're made to do that." "It doesn't happen very often, but every once in a while there are one or two of them.

There are always some grumpy guys who will get angry because of a little thing, and misestimate their strength and importance.

"Maybe. Old Samr was noncommittal, "but I don't think the man is guilty of death." And the scarlet glint in those iron guys' eyes made people shudder. They don't have emotion, Barrett, and I'm sure anyone can feel that. The reason why those iron guys didn't kill indiscriminately was because the mages didn't let them do it. But what if a mage suddenly goes crazy? like the mage named Indar, do you know him?

Barry nodded, and the farmer continued, "Will the iron guys do anything to innocent people then? And yours, the iron crow, will peck out your eyeballs?"

"Raven, raven!" cried the metal bird disgruntled from the windowsill.

If some powerful mage really goes crazy? I don't think those Constructed Golems are the most worrying thing. Barrett knew that there were many people who were afraid of mages and their related things because they were too powerful.

Just like the mage who chose the incarnation of the thunder element, he didn't need to use any powerful spells, he only needed to fly around the town unscrupulously, and the whole town was estimated to not have many living people.

"There's no use worrying about such things...... said Barrett and the goose-yellow turban girl at the same time.

The brute turned his head in some surprise and looked at the girl who had said the same thing at the same time as him. If memory serves, she must have been called 'Karen', a quieter girl, at least the brute didn't see her chatting at the dinner table like her sisters.

And after the Karen girl glanced back at the barbarian lightly, she said softly, "We don't have enough strength to change our fate, so we can only choose to suffer silently." ”

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