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How can I describe the taste of that soup...

Joan took a mouthful of the soup, and carefully let every corner of her mouth taste the strange and mellow taste - she didn't know if this taste should be called delicious, the cloudy soup was the same color as muddy water , there is still a layer of foam floating on it, the salt in the soup is very little, and the soup is mixed with a faint fishy smell that cannot be concealed.

But that smell lingered heavily on the tip of her tongue, like magic, seducing every cell in her body to express her desire.

Joan couldn't tell, the smell she tasted was so strange that it seemed like she had never smelled it before, but it seemed inexplicably familiar.

She licked her lips and looked at the cook suspiciously.

"My silly girl!" The cook felt sorry for the girl who had been a hard laborer at a young age, touched her weedy hair, and pulled her to kneel down to pray, "This is broth! The lord is kind, said It is to let everyone get a taste of meat, why don't you hurry up and thank the lord for his kindness!"

Only then did Joan understand, she knelt down in a panic and prayed, saying "the light will protect the lord forever", etc., while repeatedly licking her mouth with the tip of her tongue, trying to relive the taste of meat.

meat!

This is a luxury that Joan has heard countless times in his short 15 years of life. Often only in years with good harvests, his father would buy a piece of meat the size of a palm after paying the tax, and every time his mother They all cherished only a small piece and boiled it into a big pot of soup.

In fact, you can’t taste any meat like that at all. A small piece of meat in the soup will be tasted by the family in turn. When she ate meat last time, she was still young, so she just smashed the meat. After swallowing it, my mother was beaten and scolded severely, crying and angry.

That's right, Joan finally matched the taste of the soup with the taste in memory. Joan had never tasted such a meaty broth. Her eyes looked at the big pot that used to cook porridge for them. , I can't believe that this is rewarded for their labor.

This is... the lord rewarded them.

The figure of the lord could not help appearing in her mind, the young man's delicate and gentle eyebrows and eyes, just like the beautiful and kind envoy of the God of Light that she had heard the priest talk about in the temple.

On that day, Velveer was full of voices praising the lord, and the laborers brought the broth and repeatedly said how generous and kind the lord was.

Although the broth is full of minced meat such as internal organs and bones, it is also full of solid meat that can be pulled out of the soup!Those who will be conscripted are all poor people in the village who have difficulty eating, and some even eat meat for the first time in their lives, no matter whether it is good meat or bad meat.

Light protects the lord lord!

The lord is healthy and long-lived!

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again, drinking a bowl of broth until their faces were covered with tears and snot.

The stewards and foremen held whips, and the whips made loud noises in the air. They stared at each laborer sharply, in case these ignorant guys quarreled and started troubles over a piece of meat—the lord rewarded the meat That's good intentions, but if something happens because of it, it's because they didn't supervise well.

Tomorrow is the day to let these laborers go home to visit relatives, and the stewards don't want to make any mistakes at this last moment.They have no part in today's full pot of broth, and to be honest, they are not interested. The lord has high requirements for their work, but he also pays a lot. After calculation, the wages paid are enough for their family to live a winter full of food and clothing, and they can squeeze out Some money to buy a face oil for the mother-in-law and children at home.

Qiao An quietly hid the minced meat in the bowl in her clothes. Tomorrow is the day to go home. She wants to bring some meat back to her father. Even the smallest piece of meat is still meat, and...

Joan had already made up her mind that after she went back to visit her relatives, she would continue to sign up for labor labor. No matter whether her father agreed or not this time, at least she should know that the days of labor labor were not as terrible as he thought, and she would feel relieved to some extent.

……

Klaus has been coughing for a few days.

Since the master in charge who came to enlist the craftsmen that day said that Joan would be free these days, Klaus had been waiting at the entrance of the village every day. The weather was cold and he didn't have any thick clothes, so he couldn't help but suffer from the cold.

Some people in the village laughed at him and told him not to be wishful thinking. A lot of people would die when he was conscripted to do hard labor, especially a little girl like Joan went there. It's a waste, otherwise, if you look at those families who wanted to marry Joan before, now one or two of them are gone.

Whenever Klaus heard such words, he would quarrel with people angrily, and sometimes he would jump up and fight with people.

Later, someone felt sorry for him, saying that this man was already out of his mind, and only imagined that his daughter would come back in good health one day.Klaus is not the only one like this in the village, and the only strong laborer in the family of orphans and widows has been conscripted. Although the family has lost a mouth and saved a lot of food, their despair for the future still makes them cry. .

They don't believe in the words of "give me food" and "go and return well" from the mouths of those in charge. These days, there is no way for those who have been conscripted to go and return well. They either died on the construction site or were covered with injuries. , the more I think about it in the days to come, the more bitter it will be.

Klaus leaned against the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village, feeling the pain in his back from the old wound.

"Go back, old man, it's time to eat." Klaus' wife called him. These days, she held back her crying and took care of the big and small things at home. Whenever she came to call Klaus back in the evening, she would accompany him Stand at the entrance of the village for a while.

Sometimes she also thinks, if the intersection is far away, it would be nice to see her daughter.

As she thought about it, she seemed to be in a trance, as if she saw a figure swaying in the distance, and a rustling voice came from a distance.She grabbed the arm of the old man beside her, "Look!" She said anxiously, "Take a quick look, isn't that—"

She got stuck in her throat halfway through her words, and Klaus squinted his eyes for a while, then suddenly shook off her hand and ran towards the figure.

She could already vaguely hear the voices in the distance, calling her parents at the top of her voice... calling me back or something, her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand, her eyes were too dazzled to see clearly, and after a while she felt I was dizzy and about to fall to the ground, but after a while it seemed that those figures were already close in front of me.

It wasn't until she was embraced by thin and small arms, and tears dripped on her clothes, that she realized in a daze that her daughter stood in front of her at some point, alive and well, and a little more energetic than before she left. some look.

"Let's go back, go back... go home..." Klaus held his daughter's hand tightly, looked at Joan without blinking, and couldn't wait to pull her home, and glared at him to watch the fun crowd.

"Okay..." Joan sniffed and said in a trembling voice, "Let's go home..."

At this moment, looking at her haggard parents, she couldn't help feeling regretful in her heart, and the idea of ​​"If I marry obediently, I won't make my parents sad" came up—she knew that this idea would soon come to an end. Killed by herself, no matter how sad her parents are, she will still choose to leave without hesitation.

It is precisely because she knows that her regret at this moment is full of guilt.

She is a bad girl.

As Joan thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes.

……

In Rollus Manor, Lucien was trying on a newly made fur cloak.

The soft and smooth fur comes from a kind of magical beast called "Sly", which also has common names like "big fox" or "Sly Fox". As the name suggests, it is a kind of magical beast that looks like a fox and is much bigger than a fox.

The difficulty of hunting the cunning fox is not high. Two or more low-level talents can kill it in a team, but the cunning fox is extremely sensitive. Once it feels the killing intent, it will immediately bite its own fur to escape—— The most valuable thing on it is its fur, but only undamaged cunning can be sold for a high price, so after the cunning fox bites its own fur, it is just a waste of human effort to hunt it.

If you want to get a piece of undamaged cunning fox skin, the difficulty of hunting will rise sharply, which means that only one person can take the shot, patiently hold back the breath of the whole body and wait for the cunning fox to enter the attack range, and the result will be a fatal blow with a decisive blow. It is also necessary to accurately attack to the fatal point beyond the fur of the cunning fox.

Lucien's cloak was made from a complete piece of cunning skin. The way this cunning fox was killed was extremely clever. The wound penetrated from the eyes to the brain but did not hurt the fur. Even the cunning fox was unconscious. It was completely dead by then, and the inside of the fur was also clean, leaving no bruises from the dying struggle of the prey.

A textbook hunt.

"How is it?" Lucien asked Issy who was standing aside, his face was buried in the fluffy fur, and he squinted and smiled at his beautiful doll.

This is a cloak made from the prey that Izzy dedicated to him, so it is natural to ask the giver for his opinion.

"It's very beautiful." Issy replied, because Lucien's obvious liking for the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I saw it the first time I saw it, and I thought this color was very suitable for you."

When he saw the big fox in the forest, he immediately decided on the prey he would sacrifice to Lucien—the cunning fox had brown-red fur like dried blood.

Hall likes strong and vivid colors, red, blue, green, and gold, colorful like an unharmonized color palette.

Issy is no exception, but compared to bright and pure colors, he intuitively feels that such rich and deep colors are more suitable for Lucien.

It is obvious that Lucien is a cute and lively young man who likes to be coquettish, and he is just at the age when he wants to be flamboyant and eccentric in red and green.

Well, to be honest, Izzy seldom sees Lucien wearing lively and bright colors. Most of them are simple black, white and gray with some unobtrusive decorations, at most on small accessories such as cuff buttons and collar pins. , can see some sapphire pigeon blood red color.

Compared with the smooth and expensive silk, Sean prefers the texture of felt and cotton linen. Compared with the complicated and luxurious design, the appropriate and comfortable casual clothes are more Lucien's favorite. The over-the-head plush sandals are as thick and soft as a cat's pads, making him walk so lightly that there is no sound.

Even if Lucien is seriously reading the paperwork while doing business, too many soft elements make him look like a cat flopping around a ball of wool. The expensive white blanket has stubborn little curly hairs. Yawning, the blue eyes were immediately filled with water.

It was really, really soft, Isid said.