Our family is in decline

"Quit drinking for a month." Lance looked at her and said something.

Boudica's face could be seen turning pale, giving up drinking was even more uncomfortable than killing her.

"do you have any opinion?"

"No~" Boudica shook her head quickly to express her agreement.

"Go back and reflect."

"Yes!" Boudica left here as if running away without saying a word.

After Boudica ran away, Lance turned his attention to Grendel who was standing aside, and his tone became gentle.

"It makes you laugh. This guy didn't listen to her after telling her so many times. It almost made me angry to death."

Greendale didn't speak for Boudica just now, that's because she knew why the lord was so angry.

The last time Boudica caused trouble while drunk, even she was alarmed because she was the one who treated the injured afterwards.

Spending so much money on a few ordinary people, and dragging Boudicca to apologize to those ordinary people all the time, this kind of thing is extremely rare in the world, not to mention the empire.

After all, according to the rules of the barbarians in the mountains, if you lose, the responsibility lies entirely on you, and the winner has no responsibility.

As for the empire, they are even more ruthless than the barbarians. A noble lord will never apologize to ordinary people because his guards beat them. Usually ordinary people admit that they are unlucky, let alone compensate and receive treatment.

Boudica was even thrown into a nursing home for a few days, but still delivered meals by herself.

But the effect was also amazing. The people did not feel resentful towards the lord because of this incident. On the contrary, they became even more fanatical, because in their world, it was absolutely impossible for someone to be beaten by a noble bastard to receive such treatment.

All this is like what the lord said, all Hamlet people are his people, and he is proud to be a Hamlet person.

Greendale knew, because she heard the patient say these words.

What is even more amazing is that the patients who were injured by Boudicca, a barbarian, did not have any resistance or discrimination against themselves, a barbarian.

At that moment, Greendale knew that the "rules" the lord had said began to be truly established in their hearts, and gradually replaced the old and decadent thoughts...

"How about I stop drinking this cup for her from now on?" Greendale asked tentatively.

Lance's stern face relaxed as he spoke, and he waved his hand, "No, she only has this hobby. We can't take it away at will. The promised month is one month. Punishment is not the purpose, but the purpose. She has a long memory.”

In fact, Lance knew the specific situation before coming here. He should have just returned from a big battle, and after just two drinks, the bartender refused to buy it according to the lord's regulations.

I fought all the way back, why don't I just celebrate my victory?

The behavior of the bartender naturally made Boudicca unhappy, and then she pushed the bartender away who was blocking the barrel, then grabbed the barrel and started drinking.

Boudica really didn't hit anyone, and apart from a few glasses of wine, he didn't cause much damage, otherwise the punishment wouldn't have been so light.

But Lance must let her have a longer memory, otherwise if she doesn't care about her this time just because she has made some achievements, then she won't even dare to think about what she will do next time.

As for completely quitting drinking, Lance wouldn't force her, because as mentioned earlier, she just had this little hobby. Lance wouldn't be too harsh on his companions. After all, they were going to the battlefield together.

"Actually, I have a hangover recipe that can quickly relieve hangover and restore consciousness."

"Oh! Is there such a thing?"

Lance was also a little curious. If this thing had been in the previous life, it would have been at least as magical as the little blue pill.

There was nothing to deal with in a hurry, so Lance sat down and talked with Greendale.

How to enhance physical fitness without sequelae is a problem that has troubled Lance for a long time, and it is also an issue that the military urgently needs to solve.

This topic can be extended a lot, and Lance also learned from her that there are so many weird and wonderful methods in the world.

Sure enough, Greendale is a treasure, she carries the Deer Head Tribe's thousands of years of accumulation.

…………

"She didn't look for me?"

"No, I went out and walked around the town a few times. I always wanted to know about the situation in the town from everyone, but I have already informed her, and no one talked to her."

Susan reported to Lance that she did not hold real power now, but it was more convenient for her to serve as an informant to collect information about the town, and at the same time, she also served as a messenger to deliver information from the lord.

Amanda hasn't found him yet. Isn't she eager to complete the task and retrieve the sacred object?

Lance originally expected that she would look for him soon, so he went out and planned to keep her company for a while, but there was no movement. What on earth was Amanda thinking?

"But she tried to pay some townspeople to find out information. Should we..."

"Don't worry, just play with her." Lance waved his hand casually, "Find a few smart people to contact her, and remember to speak loudly. Doesn't she want information? Then we will give it to her. , this information is irrelevant anyway, let’s get some money first.”

"Yes." Susan didn't understand what the lord wanted to do, she just needed to do as he was told.

"Go down and rest. I'll call you if anything happens. There's no need to wait." Lance noticed that she didn't leave, so he advised her.

But Susan asked further, "Sir, how about I find a maid?"

"I've said it many times, I have hands and feet and I don't need anyone to serve me."

"But nobles all need maids, and I have the responsibility to arrange your daily life." Susan didn't think so. All nobles would have many attendants and maids.

But there was a more direct reason, Susan reminded Lance.

"Your Excellency needs to re-establish the majesty of the nobility, and they need your Excellency to have children, so that they can feel at ease."

Lance seemed to understand something when he heard this. He did not continue to object, but fell into thinking.

Susan's words are easy to understand. Everything that Lance gave them was so rich, so rich that it made them uneasy. If someone else became the lord, would all this be taken away? Afraid of losing it all.

They only recognize Lance. If there are external enemies, they would really dare to attack. However, the problem is that Lance does not have any heirs now. If something unexpected happens, it will make people's hearts unstable.

Heirs are extremely important at all times and represent political continuity.

They urgently need Lance to give birth to an heir, which can appease the people.

So in the final analysis, this is not a simple question of whether Lance wants a woman, but a political question.

No wonder Lance suddenly became so cautious after hearing this.

But will he compromise with this?

"First of all, you have to understand that the heir of a noble is not as simple as finding a random woman and giving birth to him. There are very complicated issues involved in choosing a wife, as well as the inheritance rights of legitimate sons and concubines, etc., which cannot be solved in a short time.

The second thing is that I am still very young, so they don’t have to expect me to die so early. I am not dead even after they die.

third……"

Lance said quietly, killing the topic directly.

"So they encouraged you to plant someone next to me~"

If he compromised, he wouldn't be Lance, but how could Susan handle this?

"Sir...I...this..."

"Okay." Lance didn't mean to embarrass her, "I know you are doing it for my own good. Tell them that if you want to stand by my side, you have to show your strength. Don't think about reaching the sky in one go. I don't need one." A vase for display.”

"Yes!" Susan didn't dare to say anything and retreated.

Lance's mind was a little gloomy, and he muttered to himself:

"If I fail, the whole world will cease to exist, and what's the use of having heirs? Why not bring children into this hopeless world..."

Lance did not stay, but got up and came to Boudicca's room.

She didn't move out, even if Lance wanted to assign her a house.

It's not for any outrageous reason, it's just that this guy is too lazy to die.

Living here naturally has people to help her clean, and she can also eat.

"Come out." Lance raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside and the door was not locked.

Lance frowned upon seeing this and pushed the door open directly.

Sure enough, I saw this guy lying on the bed, with most of his lower body hanging on the ground, sleeping like a dead pig.

Without thinking, I knew that when I came back, I pushed the door open and lay down on the bed to sleep.

"Oh~" Lance was speechless. It was understandable that you didn't take a shower when you were drunk, but he couldn't understand or accept that someone went to bed without taking off his shoes.

heresy! Absolute heresy!

"How old are you? If you can't drink, you have to imitate others..."

Lance grabbed her feet and took off her shoes, then turned her over.

It was so heavy that just him, ordinary people couldn't drag this pig away.

"Don't...don't drive me away..."

Lance's movement seemed to wake her up, but she hadn't woken up yet, instead she heard murmurings.

His body shrank instinctively as if he felt insecure, and a look of panic appeared on his face as he was sleeping, as if he had dreamed of some bad experience.

His hands seemed to be searching for something. When he touched Lance's hand, his whole body seemed to have found a pillar, and he pulled his arm over and hugged him tightly like an octopus.

Lance also felt uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to pull out, but this move made Boudicca panic in his drunken dream.

"Don't drive me away...Boss...I will be obedient..."

The force brought by the tight muscles could easily break an ordinary person's arm. Even Lance had to stop his movements and let her hold him. Only then did he calm down and the frightened expression on his face calmed down. Come down, there is even a little stable smile.

She had no subjective consciousness, and soon the arms she held slowly relaxed and opened. Lance took the opportunity to pull out his hand and stuffed the pillow into her hand with his backhand.

"Huh~ It's really difficult." Lance looked at the blush on his arm after it was strangled. This guy was all about muscles, that is, himself. Most people really couldn't stand it.

I originally wanted to give her a few scoldings, but now that she was sleeping like this, I gave up.

…………

“The United Kingdom is an alliance built by many small countries to resist threats from powerful neighboring countries. The countries are well connected in trade and have very developed economies and commerce.

Kaer Morhen, the headquarters of the witcher, is located in it. It is a huge ancient castle located between the Blue Mountains. It is difficult for ordinary people to reach it. It is said that in ancient times, this was once an ocean, so it was also named Ancient Sea Fortress.

Behind the United Kingdom is actually controlled by the Warlock Council..."

In front of them was a hand-drawn simple world map, explaining the extraordinary forces marked on it.

And Lance is naturally the one attending the lectures. The information in this world is very limited. Although Lance is also a college student and probably knows some of the more famous countries on the mainland, his understanding of extraordinary forces is still relatively poor, or he has no knowledge at all. Know.

So I just used Tamara's channel system to learn something. Things like horizons need to be expanded, so that the gaze is not limited to Hamlet.

Tamara is naturally very happy about this matter. She has nothing to do anyway, not to mention that she has been looking for ways to repair her relationship with Lance.

"Okay, that's all for today." Lance finished the last bite of bread on his left hand, and the pen on his right hand finally stopped.

It's not that he still needs to take notes, but that he is preparing for the compilation of textbooks later. If he wants to gain a foothold in this world, he must cultivate his own faction's transcendent sooner or later.

Although he didn't know when it would start, he had been preparing for it.

Tamara was relieved when she heard this.

Unfortunately, Lance's learning ability was so strong that her ability to absorb information even made her feel a little stressed.

While drinking milk and reviewing today's notes, Lance suddenly looked up and asked when he saw Tamara not leaving.

"What's the matter? I'm not full and there's still something in the kitchen."

"..." Tamara didn't know what to say, but her eyes were somewhat resentful.

I came here early in the morning and talked about what I was doing for a long time. Was it to have breakfast?

I just want to communicate with you more, good fellow, you won’t recognize me as soon as you put down your pen.

Now Hamlet has just started to make progress, but the entire system only has a framework. Administration, education, laws, etc. all need him to improve.

Even if Lance can copy it, he still needs time and energy to move it and localize it.

I was very busy, and I could only spare some time to listen to her lectures after having breakfast in the morning. How could I have time to care about other unimportant things.

She probably also understands her current situation. It's normal to feel insecure before things are completely settled.

Now that I have decided to make good friends, I am not as harsh as before, but express my understanding, explain the situation to her, and at the same time draw her into the topic of greatest concern.

"I don't know why she hasn't come to me yet. What's the possibility based on your knowledge of her?"

At this point, Tamara didn't care about getting entangled, but thought about it very seriously.

"Maybe it's because she was imprisoned by you and didn't get the holy object, so she was judged to have failed the mission. If so, according to the internal rules of Omen Seeker, she needs to wait for a reply from above before proceeding to the next step, but it is very likely that she will Replace her and let another one take over the task.”

"Didn't you say that she is your only opponent? If she can't do it, how can you get the other one from you?"

"..." Tamara looked a little embarrassed.