Western Fantasy: I can brush entries infinitely

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Ron glanced out the window, but luckily it was still daytime.

This purple entry attribute can be said to be very powerful, but this 'special physique' is a big problem.

He glanced at Abel, then swiped the entry again.If Abel turned into a male and female monster because of the powerful attributes of the entry, it would be a blasphemy against Abel's loyalty to himself.

There are too many uncertainties when writing entries for people, and there are countless types of entries. There are all kinds of strange things. Not everyone is as lucky as Sig.

Ron continued to write entries for Abel, and Abel's feeling was very strange. During these few hours, he could sometimes feel an inexplicable power suddenly emerge from his body.

The power came and went quickly.

This kind of feeling happens from time to time, the interval between them is uncertain, and it is impossible to ponder.

And just now, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind that he seemed to be able to become a woman.

Soon, this thought disappeared, as if it was his own imagination, Abel put aside his distracting thoughts, knelt down and waited for the Lord to give him strength.

Time passed, and Ron withdrew his hand on Abel's head. He frowned, and he could see that the result was not very good.

In the end, Abel was brushed out with a relatively good blue quality entry.

——【Solar power bank (blue): You have amazing endurance, and you can quickly replenish your stamina by absorbing sunlight.When not in use, it can be stored in the body as a backup energy source]

This entry is only for Abel to use temporarily. Ron thinks that he is unlucky today, and he will give Abel a better one when he changes his luck someday.

"That's it for today, I'm a little tired." Ron waved his hand and told Abel to leave.

Of course he is energetic and will not be tired, so he should put on a show.

"My lord, are you alright?"

Abel said with concern that if granting power would harm the lord, he would rather not have this power.

"It's okay, just rest for a while." Ron stopped talking after finishing speaking, and closed his eyes.

Abel was skeptical and left the room. Ron didn't tell him what kind of power he was given, and he didn't dare to ask.

If he opened his mouth to ask, there would be suspicion of mistrust and eagerness for power.On the other hand, perhaps the lord wants him to explore this power by himself, so that he can grasp it more deeply.

Abel walked all the way out of the inner courtyard and headed for the training ground. He thought in his heart that since the bestowed power was in his body, he could guide it out during training.

When he walked through the corridor and was bathed in the scorching sun, Abel suddenly stopped, and he clearly felt the difference at this moment.

The physical condition quickly rose to the peak, and the spirit became full without a trace of fatigue.

This is my strength?
Abel thought of the situation when he fought with Sig before, and he didn't know the tired monster at all. Could it be that Sig was also given the same power by the lord?
Yes, for sure.

Thinking of this, Abel smiled.

-

This year's summer was extremely hot, but thanks to Nancy's "Dedicated Cordo", enough rain fell, and there would be no problem with the food.

The farmers in Arnold's territory all knew that this was the favor of the lord, and they were all grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

mansion.

Irene delivered popsicles to several people in the mansion as usual. Nancy and Teresa had already delivered them, and now she was going to Joyce.

When she quietly looked left and right, and pushed open the door of the study, she found Joyce lying unconscious on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Irene was terrified.

In Joyce's room.

"Thank you, Mr. White." Ron thanked White, the herbal medicine expert.

"Master Baron, you are too serious, but it's just a matter of little effort."

White said sincerely, "This young lady is not in any serious health condition, but it's just that the weather is hot, and too much thinking has caused heat stroke, so she can recover after a while of recuperation."

After speaking, White left the room.

After seeing White off, Ron turned around and came to Joyce's bedside. Looking at the sleeping Joyce, he felt helpless and distressed.

Ron had repeatedly reminded Joyce to take a rest, and asked Erin to deliver popsicles, but this happened.

At this time, Irene came in with a sweet soup and put it next to the bed, so that Joyce could drink it when he woke up.

"You did a good job this time."

Ron praised it a lot. If Irene hadn't acted quickly, Joyce would be in danger.

Irene shook her head, with a worried expression on her face, "Master, I just heard from Mr. White that I discovered that many people in the mansion have suffered from heat stroke recently, but the problem is not as serious as sister Joyce."

"...I freaked out when Sister Joyce passed out."

Irene chattered beside him, just like when Ron first came to this world, the difference was that Irene spoke in a brisk tone back then, but now she was worried and afraid.

"It's okay, you stay here with me, let Joyce have a good rest, and don't worry about anything else."

Ron patted Erin on the head lightly, then walked out of the room.

study.

Diana knocked on the door and entered, and Ron was waiting for her inside.

"Lord Lord."

Ron nodded, and asked straight to the point: "I heard that some of the maids and attendants suffered from heat stroke? Is there such a thing?"

Hearing this, Diana's heart tightened, and she replied, "Yes, because it's not a big deal, and I'm afraid to disturb you, so that's why..."

This kind of thing happened in previous years. At that time, Diana was not the head maid. She experienced it herself and suffered from heatstroke.

As long as there are no dead people, the nobles will generally not ask questions, let alone spend their time in this regard. Everything is resolved by the maids and servants themselves.

This is the rule brought by class.

Ron interrupted Diana and said, "I don't mean to blame you. You have done a good job. You are the only one who takes care of the affairs of the mansion. I know that."

The source of information——Irene, who is always thinking about it.

At the desk, Diana pursed her lips slightly, lowered her head and listened silently.

Ron continued: "Rules are important, but as the rule-makers, we must know how to adapt."

"For example, we can customize two sets of maid costumes and servant costumes, one for summer and one for winter."

"That way, the rules are not broken, and no one will suffer from heat stroke."

Although these words were brief, Diana deeply understood the meaning, and said, "Please rest assured, Lord Lord, I will arrange this matter."

"Well, if you encounter any trouble, you can come to me. In the future, it will be the same, go."

Ron waved his hand, Diana bowed, and then exited the study.

As Diana walked, she thought about the new clothes, which was easy to say but very difficult to do well.

Both the maid's costume and the servant's costume are made of the same fabric, which is a low-end fabric commonly used by nobles, which is different from commoners and dignitaries, and is specially used to make clothes for servants.

The fabric is more comfortable to wear, but it is not breathable, which suffers especially in hot weather.

So Diana needed to find a fabric suitable for summer clothing.

"Major Maid, I heard that you were called away by the lord. Is it related to Joyce's fainting from heatstroke?"

At this moment, Rosalind came up to her and asked with concern.

"Is this what you should ask? Also, Joyce is Miss Melittoia's teacher now, you have to respect her."

Diana sternly reprimanded.

Rosalind agreed with a smile. She had figured out Diana's temperament and knew that the head maid was a man with a sharp mouth and a heart. In her eyes, keeping the rules was the most important thing.

Seeing that Diana was frowning and looking uncertain, Rosalind asked, "Is there anything bothering you? Maybe I can help you."

Hearing her words, Diana did not despise her. Although Rosalind was young, she was very smart and learned things quickly, and her ability was recognized by Diana.

After pondering for a moment, Diana told about the need to customize two sets of costumes for the maids and attendants of the mansion.

Rosalind's eyes flashed, this might be an opportunity!
She said, "Major maid, leave this matter to me."

-

The war between Alfred Territory and Eugene Territory fell into anxiety. The war between the two sides escalated, and many citizens of the two sides were affected and forced to flee their hometowns.

Even Arnold's territory has heard a lot of rumors that Alfred's territory is about to be defeated.

The Alfred expert who heard about this immediately reported it to Teresa who lived in the baron's mansion.

"Miss, what should I do? Nothing will happen to the master?" the maid who sneaked over cried.

"No, don't think too much about it."

Teresa pretended to be calm and concealed her uneasiness, and she ordered: "Tell other people to let them finish Baron Arnold's work with peace of mind. The Alfred family values ​​the most credibility and must not do anything that damages the family. .”

She was afraid that those loyal to the Alfred family would return to the territory regardless of obstruction, and that would be bad.

Then Teresa remembered that she was an exile, and laughed at herself: "Now that things have happened, I still have no face to mention the family's reputation."

"Miss, please don't say that. No matter what, you will always be the eldest lady of the Alfred family, and we are all loyal to the master and you."

The maid looked serious, and continued: "Before we came, we were all explained by the master alone. You may not know that my coming is arranged by the master."

Teresa glanced at her, and said lightly: "I know, not only me, Baron Arnold also knows, but he didn't expose it."

The moment Teresa saw the maid, she knew her father's intentions. These days, she had been guessing why her father sent her to Arnold's territory, and what she didn't know about it.

From being divorced by the second prince, to being exiled, to going to war with Earl Eugene, all these seemed to be pushed by a pair of hands secretly.

Being able to send a maid over to see her, Teresa knew that her father didn't hate her, it was more like a kind of protection!
After this guess appeared in her mind, Teresa became even more confused.

Hearing what my young lady said, the maid turned pale with shock, knocked and said hopelessly: "I'll go and tell the young lady."

Watching the maid leave, Teresa sat for a while, then got up and walked towards the study.

"At this time, he should be in the study."

Ron didn't have a wide range of activities in the mansion, either in the vegetable garden, in the front yard, or in the study.

You can always find it in these places.

in the library.

Because Joyce was still recuperating from heatstroke, Ron resumed handling the government affairs of the territory after a long absence.

I didn't expect Teresa to come to him specially.

The first sentence we met was, "Please help Alfred, Lord Baron."

At this moment, Teresa felt uneasy in her heart.

Ron raised his eyebrows slightly. He is Arnold's lord, so he naturally knew from his servants that the current situation in Alfred's territory is not optimistic, and there is even a possibility of defeat.

He said slowly, "Miss Teresa, how do you want Arnold's territory to help?"

How to help?
This is a question that requires careful consideration.

In the war between the two territories, the competition is about the bravery of the knights; the competition is about whether the weapons are well-equipped; the competition is whether the rations are sufficient;
This is a battle of honor between Marquis Alfred and Earl Eugene, outsiders are not allowed to intervene, so providing manpower is not allowed.

Now that Teresa has come, she is of course prepared. She took a deep breath and said, "On behalf of the current Marquis Alfred, I would like to purchase three hundred pieces of weapons and armor from Baron Arnold!"

Every morning there would be loud rumbling noises near the mansion, and it was impossible not to pay attention to it. Teresa naturally knew that the middle-aged man who looked dejected was a rare summoner.

The boulders summoned every day are pulled to the blacksmith workshop not far away to refine high-quality weapons and equipment.

Such a process made Teresa amazed and marveled at Ron's whimsy.

From the conversation of the servants in the mansion, she learned that the man who lived in the blacksmith workshop was a skilled blacksmith, and everyone called him Master Hadey.

The weapons and equipment he forged were flocked to by the knights in the mansion, and even Lord Ron praised them.

If Alfred's knights had access to the weapons and equipment of the master, the war would be easy to win.

After listening to Teresa's words, Ron sighed with emotion at her intelligence. Buying weapons belongs to the category of financial competition and does not violate the rules.

"can."

Ron nodded, "I promised the Marquis to help him when he was in trouble, so let's use it here."

Although it was a purchase, of course Ron would not set the price very high.And because the quality of the weapons made by Hadey is far beyond ordinary, several times better than those sold in the most famous weapon shop in the capital, so they will not be sold at a low price.

Teresa knew this very well, and said with a dignified smile: "I thank you with my sincere gratitude, Lord Baron."

"I will write to my father to explain the situation, and I believe that Alfred will send someone over to formally discuss with you soon."

Finally, Teresa made a beautiful curtsy, "Then I'll go down and get ready."

Ron put down the paperwork, got up and left the mansion, heading towards the blacksmith workshop.

Just approaching, an invisible heat wave hit his face, Ron frowned, and saw Hadey in the pavilion outside the workshop drinking wine with Jeff's shoulders on his shoulders.

He walked over and knocked on the table, "Stop drinking, there is a big order."

Hearing this, the alcohol in Hadey's eyes drained away, and he said brightly: "Big order? What kind?"

Ron held out three fingers.

(End of this chapter)