The boss of the grocer did not break his promise this time, and the supply convoy from the southeast arrived belatedly and quietly arrived the next morning.

The reason for the procrastination seems to be related to him, and the boss is obviously preparing for something, so he has stocked up too much. After breakfast, about 7 o'clock, when Henry and the three came over, they had not finished unloading the goods, he handed over the things to the small workers of the trading house to take care of, and then ran over to communicate with the three of them.

To be sure, just buying such a small amount of goods shouldn't have garnered him so much enthusiasm. But the boss was obviously a man of knowledge, and he could tell at a glance that Henry and Mira were wearing a brooch made of Mithril on their chests, and such a well-made brooch was enough to buy eighty or ninety percent of the goods in his shop, and with the other equipment and appearance of the two of them, they looked very much like young and promising mercenaries.

Everyone will subjectively match other people with stereotypes because of their own desires.

Henry and Mira didn't even say this, and the owner of the grocer's shop took it upon himself to judge people by his own knowledge, and then gave them the image of "young and promising, and he seemed to be a member of some rich mercenary group".

This is the empirical habitual thinking that can be seen everywhere, and in the hurried world, people rarely have the opportunity to really understand someone's inner life and thinking. Therefore, judging people by their appearance in the Pingshui encounter through certain details to put the other party into a seat and put it into a certain impression template to treat, it has become a kind of behavior that will not be wrong in most cases.

The sage doesn't need to talk about it, even the Luoan girl knows the reason why the other party's attitude is so kind. In the eyes of the boss, the two of them who have only communicated for two days are rare potential big customers, and it is obviously harmless to make a good impression on a good relationship.

Because it can make a lot of things easier, the two of them don't plan to make too many excuses, such as "their own mercenary group is only a small scale", etc., and the fellow Kaleva is obviously ignored by the owner of the grocery store, limited to his own lack of experience, he does not notice the origin of the difference in the boss's attitude.

Even though they speak different languages, have different appearances and cultures, and have different taboos and preferences, human beings always have the same expression of psychology and desires.

Words, smiles, flattering gestures, humble gestures that make people feel bad. All actions are aimed at achieving certain goals, some are visible and tangible wealth benefits, and some are their own hearts, and they want to obtain some relief through this.

What the old innkeeper had said last night had some effect, and he looked into Henry's eyes after saying everything, and wondered why Mira felt a little panicked in his heart. On the other hand, Galeva was pushing himself too hard, and began to think hard about the history of the store manager's words, thinking about questions he couldn't answer.

The question of who is right and who is wrong in the actions of the royal family and the Great Swordsman, and which side he, as a Suomir, should support, is a mere porter, and even the sages can hardly come to a conclusion. If you are simple-minded, you have to drill this kind of bull's horns, and once you get in, you can't pull yourself back.

Thinking about overly complex questions led to distraction, and then stumbled, and in less than 12 hours, the young man had several bruises on his body, which made his whole body grit.

But fortunately, the pain finally made him give up thinking for the time being, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The next morning, the old manager didn't mention any of these things, as if what he had said last night was just an illusion of exhaustion. He greeted him as usual as he had two days before, just said, "I'm leaving," and continued to bust himself with his own business.

The three people who went to get their supplies early left the room like this, and walked towards the exit in the northeast of Cuihu Town with various supplies and equipment.

Because of the delay in the goods, the boss of the commercial bank made up a little fraction. In addition to collecting a little more supplies for them, he also took a little local persimmon as a gift.

This sweet snack is produced in the north-central part of the empire, and is now very popular among the people of Everylake Town because of the influence of exchange. Humans have a natural love for sweet things, and because honey and sugar are quite expensive, civilians can occasionally afford to eat more of these dried fruit snacks.

The price is not particularly expensive for upper-class mercenaries and merchants, but it is obviously a good choice to please people and make a good impression.

While waiting for the things to be sorted out, although they didn't take the initiative to ask, through the big-mouthed grocer owner, the three of them still learned about those dragon wing knights.

In partly consistent with the myths circulating in the town, the reason why the knights left Tarva-Sutar for Everylake was indeed related to the Great Swordsman. However, the rumored battle in the second half is about to start, obviously adding fuel to the fire, as the representative of the royal will, the purpose of the Dragonwing Knight coming here is actually to stabilize people's hearts.

For more than two days, in a place that ordinary people could not see, the captain of this squadron of Dragonwing Knights had some discussions with the leader of the caravan that was preparing to transfer assets. Sometime on the night of the third day of their arrival in Lakes, Henry had reached an agreement that the caravan men would abandon their journey south.

The Dragonwing Knights and the caravan formed a mighty procession early in the morning to set out on the way north, and many townspeople who had risen earlier than the three of them witnessed this scene. Most of the people were still puzzled by this, and only a few realized that the caravan was trying to flee and were persuaded by the knights to return. I think that after this, some new rumors will start to spread, but the matter has been settled after all, the caravan and the knights have left, and the people have lost the heat of discussion, and it will be over.

The morning tea house in Cuihu Town opened quite early, and the three people who were walking northeast watched the white smoke rise from the chimney from a distance, and then the aroma that followed was also heard.

The cold-loving rapeseed crop was cultivated in large areas of the eastern part of Southern Europe and in the north-central part of the empire, and in addition to wool and iron ore, rapeseed oil was another of the most important northern exports.

The Abu Sera Savannah produces spices sold by the Alliance of City-States in the South, and it would be expensive to ship so far. Although some spiced plants are cultivated in the area, the Suomirs were generally less able to use the spices than in the southern part of the empire.

The small southern Lamani states of the hot and humid state have a preference for sour mouths, as do the inhabitants of the surrounding Parnira. Tomato meat sauce is common in noodles, and many fish are stewed in tomato sauce. This is because food is more likely to spoil in a humid and hot environment, and it is better to cover it with a sour taste. Over time, this has shaped the local eating habits.

In contrast, the northern inhabitants, who are close to the rapeseed production area and have a large number of edible oils, are naturally inseparable from frying and grilling.

It is close to the sea, so the salt yield is not low. Adding the two, the northern cuisine is heavy on oil and salt that almost anyone can predict, so our Luoan girl is actually not very accustomed to eating Suomir dishes in the small inn.

This is not the case at this morning tea house at the northeast exit of Cuihu Town, where the enticing aroma comes from afar, but it is not so strong as to make people sick to their stomachs. The three of them, who had already eaten a few persimmons, stopped involuntarily, and Mira turned her head to look at Henry with a "whoosh," while Caleva sniffed and swallowed, forgetting about the bruises he had bumped into and the question he couldn't figure out.

"If it's a short walk, it's a mountain road, and you can't find any fish without passing through the lake, so I guess I will eat biscuits with soup most of the time in the next few days, so. Henry shrugged, and Mira's eyes lit up immediately.

The three of them approached the morning tea house, and the owner who was handling the food looked up.

"Well, are the three?" he spoke in Lamani, and judging by his appearance, he was indeed a Lamanite. The proprietor wore a Suomir-esque three-cornered hat as the locals wore as the locals wore – a more fitting hat than a padrosian brimmed brimmed hat that fitted perfectly as a chef's hat – and he tucked his hair into the hat to prevent it from accidentally falling into the food.

In the same way as himself, the decoration of the store is also an alternative in the small town of Cuihu Town, Suomir. Although there are many other Laman-style houses, this one clearly incorporates the owner's own aesthetic, and the overall paint is quite bright, not to mention the paint on which a few pigs are painted - and this is where the aroma of his food comes from.

On a slightly cold autumn morning, the lard in the crockpot next to the boss was congealed, and he dug it out with a small iron spoon and knocked it on the edge of the huge square iron frying pan, and the whole milky white lard fell on the frying pan, and the heat came from the large piece of firewood below, which quickly dispersed the lard.

"Lard, not rapeseed oil, smells better, doesn't it?" the horse was led aside, and the three of them sat down around a table. Since there weren't many customers at this time, the boss started talking to them. He was evidently a typical Lamanite, and eloquent, but all three of them only watched him expertly place food on top of the iron plate where the oil and water began to sizzle, and did not answer.

First there were some slices of bacon, followed by the grilled sausages that the Suomir loved to eat. When slaughtering livestock, the casing is carefully peeled off, and then the broken meat is stuffed with seasoning, and the sausage is made by tying a knot at intervals.

For the average person, meat was and is not available every day. So this practice is naturally a special celebration of the harvest season. However, after coming into contact with the empire and starting to have various commercial contacts to drive the economy, meat in these restaurants became more common.

The food and recipes are Suomir, but the seasoning and details are modified by the Lamanites. I have to admit that on the whole it is much better than the typical Suomir food made by the old owner of the small inn, although it is more expensive to eat here.

In Parnila, where the literacy rate is quite high, shop signs and even the names of dishes written on wooden boards are everywhere. But when you arrive in Cuihu Town, there are only the name of the town and a handful of other signs, so the price of food has to be asked verbally to know.

After a brief conversation with the boss, the three of them decided to have a full last breakfast before departure, so they asked for a considerable portion in total.

The large breakfast for three was a dumbfounded price for Caleva, and it happened that we were in the Northlands, and we were able to revert to Danno, a unit of price that Henry and Mira were familiar with, but hadn't used for a long time.

The term "tax" in the D'Radso dialect is a common unit of value on the West Coast, and is more or less popular in Suomir, also in the Northlands.

At the beginning, on the Acasta Plains of the Kingdom of Avenella, a plate of free-range pork sold in a small inn was worth about 6 denos. In comparison, the price of the same amount of bacon and sausages in Cuihu Town today is more than ten times that of it.

At first glance, this morning tea house sounds like a great black shop, but one thing that needs to be mentioned is-

The people of Avenella.

I don't know how to cook.

6 A plate of free-range pork is not seasoned in any way, it is simply cooked in water and served for you to slice yourself. And considering factors such as saving firewood and time, many times these pork are still served with blood, that is, they are not fully cooked.

And that's not all: in the forested plains of Acasta at the foot of the Tambur Mountains, cattle and sheep are guarded against thieves, while omnivorous pigs are kept entirely free-range.

They eat almost everything from human and animal feces to mushrooms in the mountains, so when they cut pork with a knife, they can often see white dots like rice grains in the middle of the muscle fibers - these things are the eggs of parasites.

This pork, which is not fully cooked, unseasoned and makes you have roundworms, is not the same as the captive-bred and elaborate bacon sausage. The millennial tradition of Lamani culture is famous for its cuisine, and it has gradually become more accessible to the public in the conquest of other peoples, the absorption of cultures and national exchanges.

The Ramani modified Suomir cuisine, although it may seem less authentic to the locals, is a good choice for Lamani merchants and visitors.

While dealing with the breakfast ordered by Henry and the three of them, many new guests also sat down. The helper, who looked like the manager's daughter, quickly brought the food that had just been processed and the aroma that had attracted the three of them. I think this man must be an old customer who always arrives on time, because the time is just right, and the pre-prepared food has just dropped to a temperature that can be eaten, and he has come here.

A large breakfast for three people cost 150 Danno worth one silver Ella coin at a time.

The currency, issued by the Union of Southern City-States, was not only popular on the west coast, but was also quite common in countries like Suomir, where the royal mint was not particularly good.

Aside from a large plate of sausages and bacon for three people, which cost 90 dennos, the rest of the money was three clay cups for morning tea, some pancakes, and fried potato wedges. The boss's oil and heat are just right, and the pancakes and potato wedges are crispy on the outside and still soft on the inside, without the dry and unpalatable feeling of a bad cook.

In the morning tea house, where the number of customers gradually began to increase, the proprietor's daughter was so busy that she forgot about their table, and it was not until they had eaten a lot that she brought a small plate of chopped green onions for seasoning, and then in a cheerful tone instructed the three of them to roll the bacon sausages and potato wedges into them with pancakes, and sprinkle the chopped green onions.

"It's the way Highlanders eat, and my mother is a Highlander. The girl said with a smile, then bowed and ran to the other table to get busy.

Rolled pancakes soothe Suomir sausages and bacon, which may seem a bit heavy to outsiders, and sweet potato wedges further facilitate all of this, plus the finishing touch of chopped green onions, accompanied by a mouthful of bitter but sweet hot tea.

"Ahh

Even Caleva forgot for a moment that the price of the delicacy was equivalent to half a week's worth of his hard work.

Such a satisfying breakfast provides physical and mental motivation for those who are about to embark on the journey.

"There are also pre-made pancakes that you can take with you, although they don't last longer like cookies. Just roast it over the fire when you eat it. When he wanted to get back on the road after the checkout, the boss smiled and said this to the three of them.

"......" Mira and Henry glanced at each other, and the sage shrugged.

"If this continues, the biscuits will not be eaten after that. He said.

"I don't care. The girl rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse.