Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 63 Sixty-three Lallen's Secret Sauce

  After a long and tense spring ploughing, the newly cultivated farmland around Oak Village was covered with turquoise green.

   Originally a small village with less than 200 people, there are new changes every day.

  In the residential area surrounded by the newly built stone and wood city walls, six or seven shops and a chapel of Serena, the Shrine of Sigmar and a Sanatorium of the Church of Mercy were built.

The trading post of the Overland Chamber of Commerce is built on the side of the stone street that leads directly to the lord's longhouse in the central area. Many trade caravans travel to and from Oak Village. On average, a medium-sized caravan drives several carriages every week to buy Beer, wood, fur and other specialties.

The goods collected by the Overland Chamber of Commerce were sold as far as the Baker Harbor in Osterland. The Barney beer brewed by the dwarf brewmaster Yilin has a unique flavor. With its strong taste, rich aroma and endless aftertaste, it conquers The cunning desire of many northern aristocrats.

Ryren had long expected something similar to happen, and the beer brewed by Ilyin was admired even by the well-informed Rangoni Stonehelm, and the dwarf rune blacksmith called Balneer "second only to Bergman's perfection." wine".

  Many nobles asked the Overland Chamber of Commerce about the source of origin, and they were willing to pay double or even triple the price to buy Barney beer, while shrewd businessmen just kept their mouths shut.

If Adol Overland mastered the method of brewing Barney beer, the businessman's profit-seeking nature would drive him to produce a lot, make a name for himself, and earn more gold coins. However, the initiative lies in the hands of the Lord of Oak Village. .

The Forest of Laurel Tavern is a fixed production. Thirty barrels of specialty beer per month is the limit. A maximum of ten barrels will be distributed to the Overland Chamber of Commerce for sale. The remaining twenty barrels will only be sold to the tavern at a low price. This is also a rule set by Lailun. Special treatment from all aspects makes the territorial residents feel a sense of superiority, which is conducive to centripetal force and unity.

  Can not meet the local demand, but also take out to sell, it is a waste of money.

The population of    villages has exceeded 700. The population growth has correspondingly enriched the scarce occupations in Oak Village, such as masons, gardeners, winemakers, blacksmiths, and church priests of the mainstream beliefs of the Empire.

   Widen and repair the roads of the territory, and build more workshops along the river.

The most eye-catching building is the large farm in the north of Oak Village. The Kingdom Knights entrusted the Overland Chamber of Commerce to purchase more than ten imperial horses, as well as nearly a hundred black sheep from the imperial Osterland specialty. The variety of blue sheep is firm and tender. The daily training of sergeants needs to consume a lot of meat, and the cost of raising livestock is far lower than the cost of purchasing.

   In particular, the black blue sheep has a high wool production rate. If you feed it in winter, you can receive a lot of high-quality wool in the next summer.

   Breeding horses is to assemble a ranger unit. The flanks of the army need to be defended by mobile cavalry.

   If the group charge of the knights is a heavy hammer, then the role of the rangers is to indicate the direction of the heavy hammer.

The lord's army has been expanded again. Relying on the reduction of the training cycle of the infantry battalion and the characteristics of Gavin Clinton, almost half of the territory can be recruited, and the 40-day military training will be accepted in batches to ensure the large-scale replenishment of the lord's army and the future city defense militia. need.

  Drakovald Land, the outer edge of Eckwood, six miles from Oak Village.

The tall knight of the kingdom and the wood elf ranger Katarina came out of the Ek forest one after the other. The wood elves seemed to be very happy and their movements were much lighter. They hunted an elk and a fragrant deer. They were on a picnic tonight. The main course has fallen.

"Brother Lallen, I should have tried the power of the crossbow just now!" The long-bearded dwarf Rangoni Stonehelm, who followed the two, muttered with a sullen head: "Isn't a pointed ear shot an arrow? What an amazing thing!"

   Along with the dwarf was Albert, the ranger who kept looking around, as if there was something in the forest that caught his attention.

   Katarina's eyebrows were frivolous, the corners of her mouth were curved, and she tilted her head sideways and said in Gothic: "Fortunately, the bushes didn't entangle you, Mr. Shorty, otherwise we would have to go back to the forest to find you."

   After more than two months of recuperation in Oak Village, Katarina lived in the lord's longhouse, which eased the relationship between the wood elves and the kingdom knights.

  Laylen also gradually understood Katarina's temperament. The tall wood elf is very arrogant and a little dark-bellied. In normal communication, it is not a big problem to make a joke occasionally, but it depends on the mood of the wood elf that day.

  Perhaps this is a common problem of elves, they are so arrogant that they are the center of everything.

   "Pointy ears!"

   "Short Stacker~"

   "Pointy ears!"

   "Short Stacker~"

"Grimnir is here! I must give the pointed-eared elf some color!" The stubborn long-bearded dwarf couldn't think of abusive words for a while. Chasing the wood elves.

   Katarina's toes were connected to the trunk of the tree, and she jumped over the top of the tree in an instant. She pursed her mouth towards Leren, and there was no trace under the cover of the coniferous forest, leaving a string of silver bell-like laughter.

  Lyren sighed helplessly, pretending he didn't see it, carrying a prey on each shoulder, and walked towards the tents erected in the wilderness.

  Under the dark night sky, a group of bonfires was burning in the middle of several tents. The red flames burned the chopped wood with a crackling sound, and the scattered sparks illuminated the side of the tents towards the bonfire.

  Two teams of staunch and determined sergeants stood guard around the camp, monitoring the movements in the dark wilderness. The crossbowmen armed with dwarf hand crossbows loaded their arrows, and the unpopular ones would face the deadly arrows of the crossbowmen.

  Flame, represents civilization, but also hot food.

  The hunting elk had its belly cut open, drained of blood, and hung on the barbecue. The knight of the kingdom sprinkled a little salt from time to time, and he used a brush to spread the sauce prepared by himself evenly.

   Salt and spices in the Middle Ages were very expensive. Refined salt and a small bottle of spices were a gift from Atelu Ofran.

In this world, the origin of spices is limited, and there are very few gardens suitable for spice planting in the Empire and Bretonnia. The harsh and extreme climate is not suitable for large-scale planting, and the true origin of the Arabian coast is also hundreds of years ago. It fell apart a few years ago, with only a few Old World expeditions establishing settlements there.

The mysterious country of the East, Aurora, travels from the giant country on the other side of the Far East to the mountains and waters, and transports precious goods across the ocean. Leviathan monsters, terrifying undead armadas, dark elf pirate ships are undoubtedly the fatal flaws of the fairways.

  The survival rate of merchant ships arriving at the port is less than 30%, which leads to the need for spices to travel across the ocean, and the price also rises.

  As an exotic, spice is mysterious, it is not only a symbol of status and wealth, but also a good medicine to drive away the disease.

  At the auction of Marienburg in the Empire, the finale was the pepper planted in the garden of 500 grams of tal, which directly led to the feud between the two nobles of Ostermark and Nord, and indirectly caused the subsequent small-scale **** war.

   Behind everyone is a pile of empty wine barrels, and there are two barrels of Balney beer in it. For this spring hunt, Lallen has prepared a lot of good things.

  Construction of territory before Winter Veil, training army, reclamation farmland, blacksmith shop and caravan trade after Winter Veil, Kingdom Knights have very little personal time, and should take a few days off to rest once the spring ploughing is over.

   The division of labor is clear. Laylen is responsible for turning the grill, Albert is responsible for skinning the deer, Gavin is responsible for cleaning a blue sheep, and the only thing the wood elves and dwarves have to do is not to quarrel.

  Three plates of chickpea soup, as well as fresh cauliflower and fruit platter are placed separately, and the nose is lingering with a scent of wheat.

   "What a quiet and peaceful day, I like it very much!" The long-bearded dwarf's beard was stained with wine, he drank heavily, and ate meat: "It would be better if there were more barrels of beer!"

  Lyren couldn't help joking: "My dwarf friend, at least half of the empty wine barrel behind us is your credit."

  The crowd laughed.

  Lairn cut the freshly roasted hind leg meat into several large pieces. He smelled it. The fragrant venison tempted his taste buds, and the golden juice dripped from the slices. The knights of the kingdom circled the bonfire.

  Albert and Gavin said their thanks, busy with their work.

"Brother Lallen, the cooking skills of the halfling chef and yours is the difference between an apprentice and a master!" Dwarf Langone was so excited, he took it with both hands, and then bitten: "Walaya's cape, what did you add to the sauce? It tastes delicious."

   "Secret." Leron said with a smile.

   He spent a lot of energy to make a small bottle of "honey sauce", and the quality of the venison was very good. The combination of the two made one's mouth watering and the aftertaste was endless.

   Katarina's amber eyes also glanced at the Kingdom Knight a few more times.

The warm and lively picnic made Katarina's cheeks flush. The wood elf couldn't stand the pungent smell of beer. She only drank a low degree of fruit wine, but she kept chewing the venison. There is only barbecue.

   The fresh fruits and vegetables placed in front of Katarina were ruthlessly thrown aside without a single bite.

  According to common sense, wood elves prefer to eat fresh fruit, but it turns out that the food they eat is mainly divided into scenes and who they eat with.

   "Gavin, Albert, leave that fragrant deer to the sergeant, otherwise the meat will burn." Lailen greeted to the side.

   "Okay, here we come." Albert put down the peeling knife, rubbed his palms, and patted Gavin's shoulder hard: "Lord Instructor, what are you waiting for?"

  Gavin just stood up, a foot staggered unnoticed, he glared at Albert hard, walked quickly to the bonfire and sat on a severed tree trunk.

   "It's been a while, the young sergeant has become an old instructor?" Lailen smiled and handed Gavin a pair of knives and forks, as well as a few pieces of venison.

   The sergeant opened a new barrel of beer and filled the empty glass. The long-bearded dwarf drank like water, and "ton ton ton" drank a whole cup.

  Gavin smiled embarrassedly, took the knife and fork in both hands, he respected the lord very much, and every move had a strong military color.

Albert laughed and sat on the same tree trunk as the long-bearded dwarf, and he was chewing the hind legs in his mouth, and said vaguely: "My lord, Gavin's nickname in the military camp is much better than the old instructor! "

  Lyren became interested and motioned the Ranger to continue.

Albert glanced at Gavin, the latter took a sip of wine, and the ranger continued: "Gavin was in the barracks, and was called 'Instructor Moore' by the recruits, which means his method of training sergeants, and the death **** Mo Strict as you are."

"And that Discipline Sergeant Graffitt Dunn, he and Gavin were in the barracks and called 'Moir's Scythe', as long as they said in the barracks, 'You're being watched by Discipline Sergeant', even the crossbowmen I'm scared to death, haha~~"

   "Sounds not bad." Lallen nodded.

What the instructors teach is the experience in actual combat on the battlefield. There are no veterans fighting against the beasts and Norsca barbarians. The recruits will only flee. Qualified and strict instructors only want the recruits to survive the battle and avoid repeating the same mistakes. , lost his life in vain.

  The Kingdom Knight warned: "When the camping is over, the two of you will assemble all the sergeants immediately. The Rangers have already detected the exact location and number of the robbers' strongholds, and they will leave immediately after the repairs are over."

   "Follow your orders! Your Excellency!"

   "Understood, my lord!"

  Lairn looked at the cute appearance of the wood elf's bulging cheeks, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Eat slowly, eat slowly, there is still a lot of venison, no one will **** it from you."

Katarina's mouth was full of barbecued meat, she glared at the kingdom knight and didn't have time to pay attention to him. This was the first time she had eaten such delicious barbecued meat, even the most precious fruit brew in Queen Marist's giant wooden palace. Nor can it be compared.

Fire in the Lauren Loren forest will be hostile to the woodland tree spirits. The roasted food can only be enjoyed at certain gatherings. The wood elves who advocate natural life will not add any seasoning to the food. The two are simply cloud mud. difference.

  The remaining fragrant deer and two blue sheep were also roasted together, and distributed to the soldiers who followed the lord's spring hunt. After a gust of wind and clouds, a whole elk and a whole roasted sheep were left with only the skeleton of the white forest.

   The dwarf patted his bulging belly, and he didn’t know how his short and stout body could hold the same amount of meat. The wood elves also ate contentedly, burping from time to time. In contrast, the kingdom knights ate the least.

  Lyren also took the opportunity to ask the wood elves about the dragon.

   He also learned that the dragon clan appeared even before Chaos Rising, and had soared in the rising heat of ancient volcanoes long before the **** creatures ruled the world.

   They are intelligent and lonely, and only the eldest Longevity can understand their view of the world around them.

   Every country has its legends and folktales about dragons: these are mostly tales of monsters with fangs, fangs, and claws sharp enough to cut through stone.

   In these stories, dragons are cruel and whimsical tyrants, accustomed to slaughtering beings and destroying cities. Of course, dragons do have the ability to do these things, because their raw power exceeds that of any other creature, and their minds are as clever and cunning as elves.

  There is also a difference in strength between dragons

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