On this day, they harvested a lot of onions and garlic, and many baskets of crops were placed on the ground. Werther happily showed two rows of teeth.
Shaq handed over a towel and said softly: "Lord, please wipe your sweat, otherwise the sweat will drip down your neck."
"Well, thank you." Witte took the towel moved, smiled at her, and wiped his face.
The setting sun shone on the side of his face, giving him a warm feeling. Shaq couldn't help but stare, holding his hands on both sides of his face, his eyes sparkling.
After a while, she said: "Your lord, you look particularly charming today."
Werther stopped wiping his face, turned his head to look at her in surprise, opened his mouth slightly, and asked after a few seconds: "Am I very charming in your eyes?"
"Yes." Shaq nodded vigorously, with stars in his orange eyes, but she quickly became shy, lowered her head again, shook her head, and said with her eyes closed, "No, I don't think so.
You are charming, don't be so sentimental."
"Ah?" Werther tilted his head in confusion and looked at her blankly. Then he suddenly understood what was going on and said with a gentle smile, "I understand."
"Ah, no!" Shaq suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and said anxiously, "I didn't mean that."
"Then what do you mean?" Werther was a little confused, sweating coldly, and asked with a smile.
Shaq lowered his head again, grasped his clothes tightly with both hands, stepped hard on the ground with one foot, and whispered: "I won't pester you anyway."
"Well, I understand." Werther said softly, "You look very tired. Do you need to sit on a chair and rest for a while?"
When Shaq heard this, his face immediately turned red. He took a breath and said nervously: "You actually care about me. Oh my god, I'm so nervous. I won't sit down. You can sit down. You see you are already quite tired."
Already."
"I'm not that tired, I just sweat a lot."
"That's right, I thought you were quite tired, haha."
"I didn't expect to sweat a lot in such a cold weather." He said with excitement in his tone, looking at the bamboo baskets containing garlic and onions not far away, "It's because we harvested a lot of onions and garlic.
, the reason why I spent the whole day digging today.”
At this time, Wile came over, spread his hands, sighed, and said, "Your Highness, that's because you forgot to take off your cloak."
"Huh?" Werther looked at himself and found that he had indeed forgotten to take off his cloak.
Wearing such a thick cloak to do farm work for several hours will make you sweat even in winter, he thought to himself. He looked up at the others again. They all had taken off their coats, and Wile's coat was also on the
aside.
He couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, twitching the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "I'm the only one who didn't take off my coat, and Wile didn't remind me."
Wile rolled his eyes and said, "Who knew you wouldn't think of taking off your coat?"
At this time, Shaq said nervously: "Lord, it's all my fault. I was obviously by your side all the time just now. I saw that you were so charming. I didn't notice other things because of my nervousness."
"Huh?" Werther broke into a cold sweat in surprise, then waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You were already very tired just now. It's all my fault for forgetting. You don't have to blame yourself. But now I don't feel hot anymore, and the cloak doesn't need to be
Take it off."
Shaq looked at the hem of his cloak and found that there were mud in several places, and said with a red face:
"Lord, your clothes are dirty. How about I wash them for you?"
"Huh?" Vittor was slightly moved, but he was embarrassed to ask her to help him wash his clothes, so he refused, "No, Shaq, the servants in my castle will help me wash them."
At this time, Wile came over again, put his hands on his hips, bent down slightly, looked at Shaq helplessly, and said: "I said, my master has me taking care of him, it's none of your business."
Shaq puffed up his mouth, put on the wide-brimmed hat on his head, put his hands on his hips, stood on tiptoes, looked angry, looked at Wile, and said: "I am also the lord's subordinate, why can't I help him wash it?"
Clothes? On the contrary, you, what reason do you have to help him make these?"
Wile also stood on tiptoes and said, "I am his personal servant. Of course I can help him with these housework."
"Then I'm still a long-term employee." Shackles' eyebrows were raised and he glared at Wile angrily.
"But you don't need to help him with housework." Wile said angrily.
Werther looked at the two of them and broke out in a cold sweat helplessly. He hurriedly stood between them, closed his eyes and sighed, saying: "I know you are all very good to me. We are all a family. Stop arguing."
"Who is the same family as him?" Shaq folded his arms in front of his chest, turned his head, closed his eyes, and complained, "I remember when I saw him before, he was a pretty good person. Why now?
His temper is getting weirder and weirder."
"Why is my temper weird? Please tell me clearly." Wile pursed his lips, with aggrieved eyes.
"Okay, the sun has gone down. Let's stop here today and let's all go back." Werther smiled and said, "We will come over tomorrow to harvest these crops."
Shaq put his hands on the side of his face, tilted his head, looked at Werther with admiration in his eyes, and said softly: "Lord, I think we can harvest the rest tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
Vittor nodded: "That's good. After the harvest is finished, we will sell these onions and garlic."
"Lord, see you tomorrow~" She smiled and waved to Werther.
"See you tomorrow." Werther said goodbye to the long-term workers, and walked towards the castle with Wile.
The long-term workers also returned to their homes.
There was smoke everywhere in the village, and the smell of food seemed to be wafting near the castle.
"Your Highness, have you smelled it? It smells so good. It may be coming from the village." Wile sniffed his nose with a happy face, "It smells really good. When we enter the castle later, we will also smell it."
We can have dinner soon. Now that Potter cooks for us every day, we are really happy. It’s not like when we were in the palace, eating every day was like waiting for charity from others."
Werther was stunned, suddenly stopped, and asked curiously: "Did we ever have no dinner when we were in the palace before?"
"Of course, there were times when there was no lunch." Wile recalled the past, looking a little depressed, "At that time, how we lived depended on the queen's mood. If the queen was unhappy, we would eat a lot.
Poor food or no food. Of course, there are not many cases like this. We can still eat enough, although the food is not very rich."
"Now when I return to the palace, my father will ask people to prepare delicious food for me, many of which I have never seen before." Witte lowered his head slightly and said, "It's different from before."
"That's not because you have performed meritorious services and the king is not as afraid of you as before." Wile said, "We are living a good life now.
"
"You must not be careless." Witte looked at him and reminded, "The Dark family may cause trouble for us at any time. You are my personal servant, so your situation is also very dangerous."
"I know, Your Highness." Wile curled his lips, "Don't you have to protect me?"
"But I can't always be by your side. You have to learn to protect yourself."
"Then why don't I practice swordsmanship as well."
"That's a good idea. You can practice with everyone."
At this time, the gate of the castle slowly opened, and Tom walked out, saw Werther and Wile, opened his mouth in surprise, and said, "Your Highness, Wile, what are you doing here?"
They looked at Tom at the same time, smiled sheepishly, and then walked in.
Tom took off the cloak for Werther and put it away.
"Your Highness, dinner is ready. I will bring it to you now."
"OK."
Soon, the food was brought to the table, and Werther happily put on his napkin and narrowed his eyes with laughter.
Tom looked at him dumbfounded and asked curiously: "Your Highness, why are you so happy?"
"Hey, actually, it's because when the onions and garlic grow, they can be sold after harvesting." Witte's voice was very excited, "I think they can be sold for a lot of money."
"That's a really happy thing," said Tom. "Maybe we can sell it to the king."
"Yes!" Werther said in surprise, "I remember that there are several kinds of food in the palace that are added with garlic or onions. If I tell my father about this, he will definitely buy some of them."
"Your Highness, please be patient, I will retreat first."
"You should go and have dinner quickly."
Werther happily ate the food. Soon Margery came down from upstairs and felt very puzzled when she saw his excited look.
He explained it to Margaery again.
"You can earn a lot of gold coins, Brother Witte." She clapped her hands happily and said, "You have promoted onions and garlic to the people of Dawn Town, and the people of Dawn Town will also tell the people of other places.
I think a lot of people will buy it."
"That's natural." Werther smiled and suddenly thought that he had not shared this matter with Lina.
"Um, is Lina awake?" he asked.
"She woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon. After doing housework for a while, she began to draw pictures in the study." Margery said, "When I saw her this afternoon, I found that her eyes were all black. She might have been there for a long time.
I haven’t slept much for several days.”
"That's it." Werther stared blankly at the plate in front of him, feeling a little moved, "I'll go see her."
He got up and walked out of the dining room. When he passed by the study, he saw Lina still drawing drawings inside. He didn't say anything, but silently stood guard at the door until Lina discovered him a few minutes later.
"Witt!" She looked at him in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"You finally found me." Werther breathed a long sigh of relief, "Let's go have dinner."
"Dinner?" Lina tilted her head in confusion.
"Well, dinner has been prepared a long time ago."
"No wonder I'm hungry." Lina pursed her lips and smiled, then stood up and walked out of the study, saying to him, "You should go have dinner as well."
"Well, I'll go now." Werther breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and looked at the drawings in the study from a distance, which were full of compositions.