forest kingdom

Chapter 209 The leisurely manor

The weather has become much cooler. The women from the bottom of the mountain came up in groups, each holding a sheep.

Emma was washing clothes by the river. The clothes in the main house were washed frequently, and in the stream further upstream.

Bull was working in the manor. When he saw someone coming down the hill, he went to the door to receive them.

"Bull, we're here to grind flour." The woman from Pumixiu Town greeted her warmly.

There were frequent exchanges between the mountains and the mountains. Lawrence would send people down the mountains to help harvest wheat, and people from the mountains would come up to help build houses.

Bull said: "The master is resting. The grinding stone is at the lumberyard. Come with me."

The Pumi Xiu looked at Bull who was walking in front and quickly followed.

In most of her memories, Bull was still the barmaid in Doug's Tavern and the female warrior who killed Vip.

But since following Lawrence, Emma and I have put on nice clothes and lived in a nice house.

They can eat white bread every day, with butter and honey on it, and one egg a day!
Of course, these are the imaginations of the women in Pumixiu Town.

A group of ignorant women can't even think of enjoyment beyond the scope of their cognition even if they rack their brains.

If you can eat meat occasionally and bread often, it is a very good life.

The best quality of life they could imagine, in addition to the standard of living in the manor described by others, a large part came from Emma's narration of Sariel's daily living conditions.

Most women thought that Bull was now living a noble life like Salil before.

Bull left after leading these people to the open space where the stone mill was placed. These people quickly took turns grinding noodles in order and pushed the heavy stone mill to rotate in circles.

Lawrence was not resting, but working in the house making a furnace capable of holding molten iron.

Under normal circumstances, it takes a certain amount of accumulation to make an iron-making crucible, which is a container for molten iron.

Even with many hammers and axes, it would take a long time to produce another iron tool.

The blacksmith at the foot of the mountain can only make one hoe a day, and that's if there are enough materials and helpers.

Lawrence wanted to go faster, so improved tools were a must.

The temperature of the molten iron is too high, and it is difficult for ordinary containers to contain the high-temperature molten iron.

If it cannot be wrapped, the iron block will be contaminated with a lot of impurities, making it very laborious to process.

If there is a high-temperature vessel, the slag that was melted first can be easily cleaned out, yielding higher-quality metal.

There must be something that can accommodate high-temperature molten iron. Nature is magical and can accommodate both magma and molten iron.

Delenn was watching beside Lawrence, and this time the protagonist was still Delenn.

Earth attribute control can compress soil and stones, but there is nothing you can do if it exceeds a certain density, and Delen's strength has its limits.

"Okay."

Lawrence placed a three-layered pot made of carbon bricks, ceramics, and sand on the table.

Delen picked up the pot and looked at it for a while, then quickly placed the pot on the table, touched the pot with one hand and began to recite the spell.

Lawrence walked to the window and asked Kehalan who was standing here drinking fruit tea: "I recite this spell every time, can't I not recite it?"

Kehalan smiled and explained: "Only the witchcraft of killing does not require chanting incantations, all other witchcraft requires it."

"The words you taught me are not the spells I know." Kharan suggested: "You should learn the spells from us, so that you will not be exposed when you pretend to be a wizard in the future."

Lawrence nodded and said seriously: "Okay, then set aside an extra hour every night to study spells and reduce other entertainment activities."

Kohalan looked at Lawrence with a smile and quickly accepted the offer.

"A real wizard will not be overly obsessed with women. You are worthy of praise for this."

Lawrence defended: "I will not use my weaknesses to compete with others, nor do I want to wear away my weaknesses."

No matter how much you exercise, you can't exercise some parts of your body, such as your brain.

Sofia was obviously afraid of being left out. When she heard the conversation between the two, she intervened and said, "I can spell. I couldn't understand it when I was a child, but now I can!"

The witch's incantations are knowledge derived from the bloodline. They don't need to be taught by others, and they will be understood slowly.

However, in the inheritance of bloodline, some things are often forgotten, and some things are left uncompleted.

In the world of witches, there are specialized academies and organizations, many of which are responsible for imparting knowledge.

Some wise men would be happy to impart knowledge if they could come across a hermit's hut.

When Lawrence saw Sophia, he was curious about what Sophia's ability was. "Well, Sophia is now 13 years old and has become a lot stronger recently. I believe she will be able to awaken her abilities soon."

Sophia stood on tiptoes happily, "I've grown a little taller! My breasts have also started to get bigger!"

Of course, Lawrence has witnessed Sophia's growth, "Keep working hard, and you can become an adult in a year or two."

Lawrence is 16 this year and 17 next year.

Sophia, 13, will enter puberty next year and her body will begin to grow rapidly.

With sufficient nutrients and a healthy environment, I believe she will become a great beauty soon.

Sophia smiled proudly and blinked her big beautiful eyes, "Yeah!"

At this time, there were footsteps outside, and Salil, who had returned from using the bathroom, walked into the bedroom.

When Salil saw Delen walking to the bed and lying down with a weak look on her face, she knew that she had just cast a witchcraft.

"Lawrence, Emma said that people from down the mountain came to grind flour and asked how much wheat we wanted to harvest."

You have to pay to use the mill. There is no concept of money in this area. Most of the time it is barter.

Lawrence said: "One percent of the wheat is enough. One basket or one bag of wheat is enough to leave one bowl, which is calculated according to the bowl we usually eat."

"Okay." Salil thought again quickly, "Emma said that someone wants to join the Church of the Star God, but doesn't want to go up the mountain, is that okay?"

Lawrence said: "Okay."

Salil scratched her head in embarrassment and quickly said: "Go ahead and say it, I don't know how to say it."

Lawrence also knew that Salil didn't know what was going on here.

"Okay, I'll go over and give this to Seravan by the way, so that he can take it to the mountains to smelt iron tomorrow."

Lawrence picked up the crucible and went out. The value of this thing is very high. Unless the outside world also uses mysterious power to develop technology, it will be difficult to make a more useful iron-making container than this crucible in this era.

Wizards and mages should have better cauldrons.

Witches are good at herbalism, while wizards and mysterious mages are good at alchemy.

Alchemy is much more dangerous than herbalism, and Lawrence is lucky to be surrounded by a group of witches.

After Lawrence left with the crucible in his arms, Khalan stood by the window and looked at this invisible man.

Even if he got the other party's body fluids and hair, there was still no proof that the other party was a wizard. No matter how you looked at it, he was an ordinary person.

But he has most of the characteristics that a wizard should have.

It is also part of the wizard's nature to like dangerous alchemy and pursue dangerous knowledge.

Especially when it comes to attracting witches, normal wizards are not so attractive.

Kohalan felt that Lawrence was a wizard, but various rigorous evidences proved that he was not a wizard, and various loose habits proved that he was a wizard.

Although it doesn't matter whether you are a wizard or not, it doesn't make any difference.

But Khalan was very concerned about this matter.

"If he can give birth to children, he must be a wizard, if not, he is not."

Lawrence's physical strength is not very strong. If he can have offspring with the witch, it means that he really has a special ability to hide his bloodline.

Salil was lying lazily next to Derren, looking at the ceiling while lying there, frowning and thinking: "What should I eat for dinner?"

Salil's trouble is this trivial matter, while Sophia's trouble is wanting to grow up quickly.

Delen was not troubled and fell asleep quickly.

Khalan looked like a wise man, thinking about various things with a confused look on his face.

In the first few days after coming down the mountain, she was actually quite happy and carefree every day.

Now he is living a good life with plenty to eat and drink, and he cares about whether Lawrence is a wizard all day long.

The rich material life allows all classes in the manor to not worry about the future and have more time to enjoy life and think about life.

Tailors, cobblers, farmers, dog trainers, coachmen, nuns and other people in various professions also gradually have the time to display their special abilities.

New hunters, warriors, carpenters, beekeepers, fishermen, and blacksmiths are all being trained, and the younger generation will grow up in just a few years.

Within a few days of this relaxing and warm day, the count's team approached the town of Pumexiu.

(End of this chapter)