In the study.

Looking at her daughter, who was being carried in by her stern-looking brother, Silas stood up suddenly, strode forward, and snatched Luna into her arms, obviously in a protective posture.

"What are you carrying her for? How uncomfortable is this?"

"She's walking too slowly. Samuel glanced at his brother, turned his steps straight to the couch, and after entering the bed as if he had no bones, he commanded the servant beside him, "Bring some mead." ”

The servant glanced at Silas and saw that he had no objection before leaving, while Silas put his arms around his daughter and turned to look at Gotte.

Luna, who was being held on her two front legs, kicked her legs, and really felt that it was better to be carried like this!

Just her father's arm is stiff, and it's a terrible person......

"You put down Luna first, she's even more uncomfortable. Let's see what this is?" Gotte glanced at his own angry elementary school student, said a fair word, and put the small ceramic jar that he had been holding all the way on the small table in front of the sofa.

"What is this?" Silas put Luna down and sat down on the couch, his nose moving slightly, and he smelled a familiar sweet smell.

When he lifted the lid and looked at the still hot syrup inside, he frowned, turned to Luna and asked, "Did you get this?"

Luna looked at her father's sunken face, stunned for a moment, and then quickly took a step forward with the survival instinct she had cultivated since the crossing, and swooped out behind Gotte.

She did get this thing, but she always felt that she would admit it before she explained it clearly, afraid that her father was going to discipline her again.

"What are you doing to her......?" Gotte knew at a glance that Silas had misunderstood, and tried to help Luna explain, but was directly interrupted by Silas.

"Teacher, don't protect her! You don't know how expensive sugar is now, just such a little thing is enough for a civilian family to live for a month. She's a princess, she doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and she can use some oats to sprout grass on weekdays, but she can't be so bad!

"Uncle......" Luna pursed her lips, hugged the calf of the teacher Gote with one paw, and then turned her head to look at a certain local tyrant who was sitting and waiting for alcoholic drinks to watch the excitement by the way.

Before Samuel could speak, Gotte stopped and glared at Luna.

"What's wrong with the sprouts? That's for me! Old man, I don't have good teeth, and eating tender grass is getting in your way?"

"No, teacher, I didn't mean that......" Silas stiffened when he heard this.

Although he knew that Luna would ask Leah to bring some grass sprouts back to his younger siblings at home from time to time, he didn't know that there was still a share of Gote in this, and in fact, he was not against it, didn't he just talk about it?

Where did you expect such a big reaction from Gotte?

And that's not the point!

But he tried to explain again, but the old goat on the other side didn't listen at all, "What do you mean by that? Do you yell at her when you ask clearly? You are her father, you are very capable, right? How did I teach you back then? I think you are a king, and you have forgotten all the things I taught you back then!"

Emma~~~

Luna's eyes lit up as she looked at Gotte, who was pointing at her father's nose and training and his father didn't dare to refute him for half a sentence.

"Eh, teacher, don't be angry, don't be angry. Samuel, who finally had enough of his eldest brother being trained and felt that it was almost there, got up from the sofa with a bone, pulled Gote with a smile, and sat him on the sofa, then turned his head to look at Silas and said,

"Big brother, don't you know, the teacher is happy every time he receives the grass sprouts sent by Luna, I said to help him send some, it's enough, he is not happy......! Alas~"

"Sey!Miu!Er!" looked at his younger brother who jumped out to do something, Silas grinded his teeth, this is also a kiss, or he would want to beat this bastard out now.

Luna made a mental note of what Samuel said, and while preparing to send her teacher more malt next time, she hurriedly grabbed her uncle's trouser leg and tugged at it, "Uncle......"

Gotte yelled at Silas, and roared, but Luna didn't think it was a wise choice for her uncle to pop up and brush up on his presence.

"Okay, okay, I won't speak......" Samuel raised his hand, took a gesture of surrender on his chest, took a step back, and sat back on the couch.

"Sit down, too, and don't say anything until I'm done, remember?" Gotte's gaze swept over the two brothers, and he beckoned to Luna, "Come, sit next to the teacher." ”

Luna jumped onto the couch and sat next to Gotte, thinking that her father, as a king, would have to say something more.

His Majesty, however, was behind Gotte's words, and as soon as he turned his footsteps, he really ran and sat down opposite them, with his back straight, and his hands on his knees, like a good and obedient student.

Looking at Silas, who was still sitting and looking at him like a student, Goot couldn't help but smile, and his tone softened when he spoke again.

As Gotte's tone softened, Silas' straight back slowly relaxed, and he leaned back on the sofa.

Looking at the former teacher-student duo, Luna and Samuel twitched the corners of their mouths almost together, and muttered in unison, "It's boring!"

After Gotte had finished explaining the origin of this little jar of syrup, Silas looked at his daughter with a little seriousness and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of boiling sweet roots to make sugar?"

"It's sweet! The teacher said that salt is boiled in salty seawater!" Luna blinked at her father.

Although she has not complained about the fact that the salt in this world is boiled in a large pot, it is just right to take it out and use it now.

Looking at Luna, who looked innocent, Silas opened his mouth, but his heart was mixed.

In order not to be restrained by the Central Empire in sugar, the Snow Wolf Kingdom can be said to have been researching sugar production since his grandfather's time, but the problem is that such a simple method and the sweet root that can be seen everywhere are used as snacks by country children but disliked by nobles, they have never used it.

"This, I think the heat may not be enough, heat it again, if it can condense into lumps after cooling, it will be a success. It's just that in color, it is estimated that it will be different from the sugar produced in the Central Empire. ”

After a brief pause, Gotte said.

When Silas heard this, he immediately asked the chief of the guard to bring a small stove, some firewood, and a few small jars, and put the syrup brought by Gote into the small jars, and boiled them directly in the study.

One jar was left to dry on the windowsill, and the other jars were heated according to different heats, except for the first can, which was burned because of the fire, the rest were made into syrup of different shades and thicknesses, and marked and placed on the windowsill of the king's study.