The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

   Chapter 1237 Retirement and Retirement (Part 1)

   It was the early birds on the surrounding mountains that broke the tranquility of the town in the early morning.

   After a while, a thin layer of cooking smoke shrouded the town.

  Charles sat up from the 7.0686㎡ bed and stretched comfortably.

  The wind after the rain in the morning was very fresh, and the gauze curtains to keep out mosquitoes were blown, which blew away the heat in the 78.5398㎡ bedroom.

  Charles rubbed his eyes, woke himself up a little, and started the day.

   On the coffee table under Van Gogh's "Sunflower" cross stitch, there is a kettle and several upside-down water glasses. The kettle contains the boiling water that Aunt Winter Melon boiled last night before she got off work.

  Charles drank two glasses of water, then came to the roof and started his daily morning exercise.

   In addition to a newly installed water tank, there is only a rocking chair and a coffee table on the top of the building. The space is enough for him to practice the basic movements of swordsmanship with the basic footwork several times.

   Before that, he looked at the roof of his neighbor's house twenty meters upstream of the river.

   Sure enough, a beautiful **** the roof of the neighbor's building who looked a bit like her brother with glasses was also looking at him.

   The two nodded to each other as a greeting, and then each started their own morning exercise.

   After a while, the sound of running water sounded from the water tank on the side.

   Don't ask, that was Aunt Pumpkin who was on the morning shift and started to prepare breakfast in the kitchen on the first floor.

  Ten minutes to seven o'clock, Xiao finished the morning exercise with a slightly sweaty body. After returning to the bedroom, he took a shower in the bathroom to wash up, then changed his clothes and carried his equipment and went downstairs for breakfast.

   When he came to the second floor, Aunt Pumpkin had already set breakfast on the table.

   Today's breakfast is very simple, a big bowl of polenta and a plate of fried bacon.

  According to the nobility's custom, the host would report to the work and wait for instructions while the host was having breakfast.

  The radiant Aunt Pumpkin didn't know where to find out about this kind of thing. She stood by and reported to Charles what she was going to do today.

   It's just that there are not many things here. Compared with the things at the White House, it is the gap between China's weather forecast and South Korea's weather forecast. It's a matter of a few words.

  Aunt Pumpkin said: "I went to Joseph's house when I came here this morning. The new lunch box is ready and it is very beautiful. I brought it back."

   "The screen will take some time, and it will be delivered in the afternoon along with the new rocking chair."

   "The doorbell is installed, I tried it with my kid just now."

   "My lord, the rice noodles and wine you want to buy, I told the boatman yesterday, and they will be delivered later."

   That's all for work, Charles nodded.

   He said, "You can take ten of the dried shrimps I brought and soak them in water. I'll use them at noon."

  Aunt Pumpkin nodded in agreement immediately.

  Charles asked again: "Have you learned to use those kitchen utensils?"

  Aunt Pumpkin replied: "I have learned it all."

  Charles nodded again. When he was a child, he was taught by his father to give clear feedback in a timely manner after reporting work and answering questions. If he didn’t want to speak, he nodded or shook his head, so that the other party felt that his work was valued.

   After waiting for Charles to finish his breakfast, he left the small building. He walked around the yard first. The rain last night drenched the vegetable field, and the seeds planted before had already begun to germinate.

   When he came to the Adventurer's Guild, he saw Nidhogg leaving with confidence, and asked, "Going to do a mission?"

   "Good morning, Mr. Charles." Nidhogg hurriedly saluted Mrs. Qing, "I am taking my first official mission today, to hunt wild boars."

  Charles said to the new adventurer: "Try to kill the wild boar with a sword from the mouth or the eyes, so that you can sell it for a good price."

   "I'll run with you in two days to see how you're doing, and I'll teach you new magic when you can."

   Nidhogg happily left, and Charles walked into the union. At this time, all the people who took the task had gone out, and the front desk was free.

  Charles routinely found Romina, the front desk girl, and asked, "Have those two guys handed in their homework?"

  Romina covered her mouth and laughed, took two pieces of paper from the drawer and gave them to him.

   "You're so smart," said the girl at the front desk. "That way you don't have to monitor them at all."

  Charles replied with a smile: "If I'm not smart, they're watching me."

   Many years later, Conradin wrote in his memoirs:

"In the first two days, McGarden was busy with his own business and didn't care about us at all. We were relieved and felt that this year would be very easy. However, on the third day, McGarden took stationery and a stack of Give us paper and let us write down our daily work."

"At first, I thought this job was nothing, but who knew that McGarden could find a way to torture us in this kind of thing. McGarden first set the margins, font size and line spacing of each page. The standard requires us to write down two sides of a piece of paper, one of which is to write down the events of the day, and the other to analyze our mental journey and reflect on our own faults. From this day on, the most troublesome thing for me every day is to think about how to fill it up The second side."

"Christian preached that he learned that poetry creation is fart in his labor. He just found a lazy way to write a work diary, and soon began to write a diary with poetry, because this way, there is a lot of space on the right side to come out. !"

   At this time, Charles didn't know that his practice of referring to the construction log of the construction site to let the two of them record the daily passages in order to be lazy would eventually cultivate a great poet who made the students memorize the text in a dizzy way.

   He took a copy of last month's "Magic" magazine ordered by the trade union from the bookshelf next to him, walked to the empty table and sat down to read it slowly.

  Romina figured out his habit in the past two days and brought him a glass of boiled water and put it on the table.

   Seeing that no one was here to work, Romina simply sat there and asked Charles curiously, "I heard Mao Mao Tu say you taught him to use magic?"

  Charles replied with a smile: "Yes, not only him, his brothers and sisters can learn that kind of magic."

   "Oh...you said that if his second brother learned magic and became an adventurer and made a lot of money, would he find a gentle fiancee again?"

   "He dares!" Romina's sudden murderous aura frightened the few adventurers who had just come to the union to shiver. It was obvious that someone had told her what she was worried about.

   She gritted her teeth and said, "He dared to find another woman, and my mother cut him into pieces!"

   As she spoke, she made a cutting gesture that squeezed Charles's legs~www.readwn.com~ The village is so big and there are so many young people, so it is not surprising to intermarry.

  This girl is going to be Aunt Pumpkin's daughter-in-law. The two young people have a fait accompli, and Charles estimates that he can attend their wedding.

   Seeing a group of adventurers covered in mud and looking sad, Romina said to Charles before she went to work: "My dad told you to go to the tavern when you have time."

  Charles was very angry when he heard that. The pot of pumpkin soup that Romina's father cooked made him buy things a lot more expensive for no reason, and he would be a ghost if he went there.

   He quickly calmed down, took a sip of boiled water, and began to study the paper in the magazine "Magic".

Because many of the papers in this magazine are too theoretical, many adventurers who are not good enough to read them fall asleep, and their popularity is far less than that of the easier-to-understand "Mount and Blade" and "Story Meetings" which are used to pass the time. ".

   And Charles was able to hold it and read it with relish, and also wrote and calculated from time to time, which soon attracted the attention of some people.

   Gradually, when it was noon, Charles returned the empty water glass to the counter, put the magazine back on the shelf, and walked back to lunch with his hands behind his back.

   (end of this chapter)