Parchment Roll gave another new tip: Find a house suitable to be converted into a cheese workshop.
Werther also felt that this was safe, so he took advantage of the better weather and prepared to set off. Since Ivan had to take care of the sick laborers and servants, Werther only took Wile with him.
Werther and Wile walked towards the town, and soon found a small house that seemed to be unoccupied. This house was not in a row with other houses, but was built at a slight angle on the bend of the road.
There is a bush behind it, and a short distance further is the pasture.
The house is about the same size as a bakery. It is not built with planks or bricks like other houses, but is made of round logs. Each wall and the roof are like rafts. It looks very unique, but in winter
Not very warm when wearing it.
Werther thought to himself, it would be great if the owner of this house could sell it to me. Although it looks a little shabby, it can be repaired. Although it is not warm, it can put an extra heater inside. The most rare thing is that it is not far from the pasture.
Although it's quite far away, it's relatively easy to transport milk there, so it's very suitable for a cheese workshop.
"It's a very nice house, both in terms of location and size." Witte said to Wile.
"But Your Highness, do you know who owns this house?" Wile asked him with squinting eyes, "What if the owner of the house doesn't buy it for you?"
"So we have to ask around. If the owner doesn't buy it, we'll have to look for it again."
"But who should we ask? Most of the residents in the nearby towns have gone to work. I'm afraid the residents there are not at home. Do we need to knock on the door one by one and ask?"
"Let's stand here and wait and see. If there are people passing by, just ask them. If you don't see any passers-by, knock on the door and ask."
After they stood next to the house and looked around for a while, a man passed by with a paint bucket in his hand. The man was dressed in ordinary linen clothes and a wide hat, which almost completely covered his eyebrows and eyes.
Werther happily walked up and said hello: "Hey, man, where are you going?"
The man stopped, looked at Werther, and said: "I am a painter from Daybreak Town. I go to the neighboring town to paint other people's houses to earn money for living. What I am very surprised about is, who are you?
Do you want to ask me something?"
Witte smiled gently: "That's right, I'm the lord of Daybreak Town. I'm looking for a house suitable for a cheese workshop. I think this one is very good. I want to ask who its owner is and see if it can be sold.
Give me."
"It turns out to be His Majesty the Lord!" The man put one hand on the other shoulder and saluted briefly, "I don't know if my way of saluting is correct. If I am wrong, please forgive me, Your Majesty the Lord."
"It's okay, you don't need to worry about these details in front of me."
"As for this house, it has been abandoned for a long time." The man said, "No one has lived in it for more than ten years."
"But why is this house so good that it is abandoned?"
"Because its owner moved to a neighboring town, the house is no longer needed. Moreover, it is too dilapidated. It is cold in winter and full of mosquitoes in summer, making it uncomfortable to live in."
"So that's it. If that's the case, then who holds the deed?" Witte asked again, "Who should I go to to know if I can buy this house?"
The man did not speak, but mysteriously walked to the side of the house, looked at the back of the house, waved to Werther and said, "Your Highness, look here."
Werther walked over curiously, followed the direction of the man's finger, and saw a wooden sign hanging behind the house. Because the wooden sign was blocked by the bushes behind the house, it was very difficult to find.
"What is that?" Werther looked at the man and asked cautiously.
"You will know after reading it. What is written above can solve your doubts." The man said, and at the same time he bowed, "Your Highness, I have to go to work, so I'll excuse you."
Werther looked at the man's retreating figure, then looked at Wile: "Wiler, help me bring that sign over and show it to me."
Wile showed a troubled look: "There are so many bushes nearby, it's not easy to get close to them. Your Highness, you have great strength, so why don't you go and get them."
"That's right. I didn't think of this just now. Let me get it." Witte looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he used the magic of teleportation and easily got the wooden sign in his hand.
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Wile looked at him with admiration: "Wow, His Highness can use magic so skillfully now! Remember two years ago, you couldn't even control a pen."
"Remember not to tell anyone else."
"I have always remembered your advice, Your Highness. Take a look at what is written on the wooden sign."
Werther turned the wooden sign over and saw the words written on it in black charcoal: This house is no longer occupied, and anyone who needs it can use it at will. Since there is no deed, there is no need to contact the original owner of the house before using it.
"Uh, is it so casual?" Witte twitched his lips in surprise, "But if this is true, the landlord is really kind~"
"That's great, Your Highness, we just need to renovate this place and the cheese workshop can start working!"
Witte's eyes suddenly became solemn. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the wooden sign. He touched it with his hand and found that there were some stains and scratches on the wooden sign. At first glance, it looked like a wooden sign from a long time ago, but the stains on it could be easily wiped off.
, and the scratches are the color of wood without any mud or dust. It seems that the wooden sign is deliberately aged.
Witte whispered to Wile: "We can't build it now, we should be more cautious."
"Your Highness, didn't you just say that you don't have to ask the people living around you if you ask passers-by?" Wile asked doubtfully.
"Originally, I don't need to, but I suspect that the painter just lied, so I still have to confirm with people nearby."
"The painter..." Wile put his index finger to his mouth and thought carefully, "Ah, I remembered that the lower half of the painter's face looked very much like one of Mrs. Agnes's valets."
"No wonder he has to cover his eyes. I'm afraid it was really Mrs. Agnes who sent me to confuse me." Werther frowned and said, "Mrs. Agnes is not that smart, but the mysterious man next to her is very powerful.
It's probably the mysterious man's idea."
"I still don't understand, Your Highness, how can he confuse you by doing this?" Wile continued to ask.
"If that mysterious man heard about my plan to open a workshop, he might hang a sign outside this empty house, write a reminder on it that it can be used directly without buying it, and send a manservant to pretend to be a painter.
The craftsman came to confuse me with lies. If I believed this, I would use this house directly.
But you think, if this house has a deed, if the owner does not agree, anyone can use it, and I use this house without informing the owner, once those
If someone who opposes me makes my private use of people’s houses public or informs my father, what should I do?”
Wile thought for a while and said: "The consequences of this will be very serious. As a lord with a royal background, he will be criticized for doing such a thing. Even Duke Dak will make a fuss about this matter. Maybe it's not good.
You will be caught and brought to the palace for questioning."
"That's right." Witte's expression was very serious, "So we'd better not completely believe what the passerby said. It would be better to ask the nearby residents for clarification."
"Yes, Your Highness, you are very considerate."
Next, Werther and Wile knocked on the door one by one in front of a row of houses nearby. When they knocked on the fifth house, someone finally opened the door. It was an old woman, dressed like other people in Daybreak Town.
Werther asked politely: "Old man, I want to ask you a question, is there anyone living in the house on the corner over there?"
The old woman looked at Werther carefully: "Young man, you are dressed like a noble, but I have been in Daybreak Town for so many years, why haven't I seen you?"
"Old man, I am the new lord of Dawn Town."
"It turns out to be His Highness the Lord." The old woman smiled and said, "Sure enough, the temperament is exactly the same as in the legend. I know that house is the former home of my good friend, but their family has moved to a neighboring town."
"He actually moved to a neighboring town." Witte asked again, "Does the owner of the house have the deed?"
"Of course we have it. How can we do it without the deed?" the old woman said.
Sure enough, the passerby just now was lying to me, Werther thought, thanks to my being more cautious just now, I didn't fall into the trap.
"Your Highness, why are you asking these questions? Are you trying to buy that house?" the old woman asked curiously.
"Yes." Witte did not deliberately conceal it, "I need a house now to open a workshop. I think your friend's house is very suitable. It happens that no one lives in it right now, so I think if your friend plans to buy this house,
I wish I could buy it."
"That's great. My friend is worried about not being able to sell the house." The old woman walked into the house with a smile and said to Werther, "I'll write down the current address of her home for you. It's not far from Daybreak Town.
If it's not too far away, you can buy the house if you go to her and explain it to her. Don't worry, she is a good person and the price she offers will be very reasonable."
When Werther heard this, he felt instantly happy. The owner actually planned to sell the house, as long as he could buy it through formal means.
"Thank you so much, old man, you have helped me a lot."
"What's the matter? It's just a matter of effort."
Soon the old woman came to the door again and handed a crumpled piece of paper to Werther: "This is the address of my friend's house."
Werther saw that the old woman's hands were covered with calluses and the note was very old.
"Thank you, old man." Werther took the note and asked, "Who is there in your family now, and what do you rely on to make a living?"
"I live alone, and usually make a living by mending and washing clothes for others." The old woman's tone was very calm.
Werther couldn't help but feel a little sad. He fumbled around in his money bag and found out only two silver coins. He put the two silver coins in the old woman's hands: "Old man, in order to thank you, I give these money to you.
Use the money to buy yourself more warm clothes."
The old woman looked at Werther with great gratitude and said with emotion: "A good lord has come to Dawn Town."