Apparently the God of Asylum found that after his subordinates had more minions, he assigned him some special daily tasks - to fulfill the strong long-cherished wishes of certain believers, this God of Asylum seemed to be very caring for his people.
'How fucking much does this move the gods, huh? Aren't you a little too idle, God of Asylum? This kind of wish you also care? You don't want me, a silly dog, to deliver a love letter for him, do you?' George's eyes widened, feeling like he had eaten a fly.
''But you can really do something like delivering letters?'' George rubbed his chin and found that although this wolf looked silly, it did give him a special feeling. It was as if it was the same as those Heavenly Servants and Yinglings, units directly under the shelter. Looking at it this way, like the Yingling, it was directly assigned some tasks that the shelter was able to command it to complete.
''Of course, forget about shit like delivering letters, I'm not as free as you are! For the sake of this branch you handed me, I have more important things to it to do!'
George directly ignored that sand carving task. Looked up other.
There was a daily task he had been hanging on to for a long time.
After flipping through it, he found what he had just seen: the
[Rat Infestation: Ever since humans learned to farm, they have struggled with these creatures. And now, your shelter is facing this problem as well.]
Note: The rats have become a plague, and the people don't seem to be in the habit of catching them since they have food... In any case, if the food in the shelter is free of rat teeth marks, the people will not only sing praises to those who have merit, but also have more and more 'hope' in their hearts.
[Reward: +1 merit, +1 divine grace. current completion status: 0/50. this task can be repeated.]
"Hope? Hope again... Could it be that the people of the territory have hope in their hearts, so they can receive divine grace? Isn't this thing supposed to be tied to faith..." George shook his head, a little confused he no longer to guess. After all, his boss has always acted in a mysterious style.
"Hey, heck, '0/50' is considered to be completed once, and can be repeated? How many rats are there inside this shelter?!"
Locusts in the field, rats in the territory, these two things have always been George's heartache.
They eat some food is not enough, but also to see these proteins walking around in front of his eyes all day, he really can not sleep well at night.
Since those children began to catch grasshoppers enthusiastically, George is less heartache. But those rats have not been the appropriate treatment program.
If you poison the rats, it is obviously too wasteful of those poisons, but also too wasteful of protein some ... After all, those rats are already so fat...
The guardian beasts, those things that are called, can comprehend the divine will to the heavenly servants like that. Under the operation of the shelter scroll, it can be easily assigned.
After George pulled the name of the two fools toward that task, the wolf swished and went toward the two houses next door where the grain was stored.
"Pheasants are caught so well, these rats should not be a problem for it, right? Hey, I don't know if this silly dog can do it..." George scratched his head and muttered, turning his head just in time to meet a pair of cautious eyes behind the kitchen door.
Rona had been watching behind that door for half a day. When the lord led this wolf in just now, this girl was scared enough. After finding that the wolf seemed to be very obedient, she became very curious again.
The lord's gaze brought Rona back to her senses, grabbed the rag in her hand and continued to do her work - and pretended to look very busy.
This girl never tidied up the house first before cooking, and now the pot propped up on the fire pit was almost steaming hot, so obviously her work had all been done long ago.
'This girl although looks crazy, but in front of the leader is quite good at pretending.' George stroked his chin and thought for a moment: 'It seems that the territory will have wolves in the future, but we still have to talk to the people of the territory, it does not matter if it scares the children. If the wolf is beaten, the master I can waste the magic power.'
Not thinking of pranking the smelly girl who hadn't washed her hair again, George directly swaggered into Rona's room and rummaged through those bottles and jars of hers.
He followed his own notes on the knowledge of those related to herbs and picked out those that were poisonous. Immediately after that, he went to the storage room and got a few more bottles and jars, and two mashers. Returned to the fire pit and began to grind.
'In these colorful mushrooms, some are strong hallucinogens and some contain deadly neurotoxins. I wonder who this girl is trying to poison to death, collecting so many dangerous things!'
George was getting these things while still glaring at that girl viciously. Found that that dull girl was peeping at herself pitifully, as if she had stolen someone's heart and soul.
This made him both amused and angry at the same time.
"Do you know that the brighter the color of these mushrooms, the more dangerous they are? How dare you hide them as a treasure?"
George's question was not answered, as if he was facing the air.
But he was used to it.
Because of some stuttering reasons, Rona has always been able to not speak, not to speak.
In fact, George was still quite curious about this smelly girl. Especially her strange and bizarre abilities, and the matter of literacy.
In the previous days, there are some origins about Rona, he has asked the old blacksmith about it. According to the words of old Duke, at that time they fished her out in the river, Rona is not so tall, is a half-grown child. Behavior is also no different from the silly girl in the west end of the village, obviously not through special education.
And in the villages upstream, no one would ever be able to teach anything.
But witches are often born knowing a lot of things, and as they get older, they know more and more. Some witches may not be able to read and write, but when they see words - even some illiterate ghostly symbols - they can clearly read and understand their meaning. And the old blacksmith is literate, and some books. She may have secretly learned.
As for those herbs and other odd and strange things, the witches will naturally classify them, and even know how to boil them into something that works - of course, sometimes not quite accurate, throwing some things in.
George rambling, but the work at hand is not stop. After returning to his senses, part of the poison and paralyzing powder has been made.
Only at this time did he suddenly realize that he hadn't been looking at his notes.
''I just noticed that the notes on top of these herbs are surprisingly very detailed!''
He hurriedly took out the scroll to consult some knowledge about herbs, and found that although the things written on it were not much, the contents of them were far beyond his notes.
At this time, the notes on top of those herbs not only received new corrections and became more detailed and accurate. Even what kind of toxins they contain, with how much damage range, are revealed one by one.
George put down the scroll and stared blankly for half a day. Then he began to sort those herbs in an orderly manner.
In the process of work, he gradually found that in those jars inside the things, indeed, filled a lot of wrong things - although the general category is not wrong, but not as accurate as he distinguished.
This can't help but make him smug, a mysterious look at the tavern waitress said: "Rona, do you know that I am actually a powerful male witch - if you come over to rub my shoulders, I can teach you something."
The words blew past Rona's ears like a fresh breeze - they didn't blow in at all.
She went on with her work, subtly turning her back.
Just that last furtive glance at the lord was like looking at a fool.
"I warn you Rona! If you don't wash your hair today, I'll throw you into the river - aren't you afraid of growing lice?
The lord lord's threat did not play any egg, Rona east scrub, west scrub, cleverly hide back in the house.
Seeing this scene, the lord lord covered up his forehead and expressed his indignation at that oily lion-headed waitress.
'I'll have to have someone wash your hair today before I can..."
After George had ground several jars of medicine, the outside was gradually getting noisier.
The lords and ladies who had been busy all morning were already preparing to make a fire and cook a meal. And the lord also stood up.
The daily distribution of food had become a necessary task for him. Although the food was now sufficient, the black-hearted lord, still let everyone distribute unevenly. It was just to ensure that those lords who could work, could eat enough and strong.
''Now there are fewer and fewer people who are lazy, some of the lords are even taking the initiative to work overtime, and some of them are even more active in working than eating! This is very difficult for me to do!'' Seeing those who came back later, George thought so in his heart, and gave those few hardworking guys two more spoons of dry stuff.
''It's better for you to eat more, so that you can work more efficiently.''
The people did not start immediately after receiving the food, but waited for the lord to finish his work and prayed with them before the meal.
During the prayer, George gave a special explanation about the 'holy beast'. In his mouth, the sacred beast said that it was sent by God, specifically to deal with those rodent infestations for the people of the territory, in addition, those wolves in the fog, do not go close. Because only the ones in the territory are harmless.
When lunch was over, George called the old blacksmith over again and asked about the matter of whether there was a peaceful and obedient, strong woman in the village.
"My wife is, my lord! Absolutely can satisfy you - although she is over forty, a little too old, but still can give birth..."
"Stop, stop, stop!!!" Old Duke's words made George listen to more and more wrong, he hastily waved his hand to interrupt him, his nose wrinkled into shape.
He really did not understand why people in this era, all like to give away their wives!
"I'm asking you to find someone to give Rona a bath! Listen, sneak into the tavern this afternoon when I'm not in the house, and don't say I asked you to - didn't your wife always care about Rona. Just say it was her attention. Also, that girl has some strength, better get two of them." George said, "Remember, give her a good wash, especially her messy nest of hair!"
The whole village, the old blacksmith and his family, to Rona, the child who grew up eating a hundred families to eat some good. Then something happened inside the village, the old blacksmith family still have some guilt, his wife still sneak to Luo Na from time to time to send some food.
So, it is estimated that the bath thing, should be very smooth. Although Rona is very resistant to bathing, but the arm can not twist the thigh - blacksmith his wife's arm is thicker than the leg.
"This child has been spoiled like this, hey... Lord, don't worry, 'Stia' (the old blacksmith's wife) will give her a good cleaning." The old blacksmith looked like he hated iron: "Your bed is so clean, this girl doesn't know how to clean herself up a bit!"
"..."
George had the breath to wave his hand, let him hurry up and go.
When George went back to his room, he found that the tavern was in a mess!
'I'm not being robbed, am I?!'