When George woke up, it was already a little dark outside the window. He flipped open the scroll and checked, and found that the territory was running in an orderly manner, which made his heart settle down.
It seems that due to the reason that he got sufficient rest, the 2 points of mana that he had consumed last night, had also been restored. Not only that, he found that his wisdom had once again increased by 0.1, reaching [Wisdom: 0.4 Mana: 4/4].
'It seems that this so-called wisdom is indeed related to faith and divine grace. The current divine grace of the territory has reached 186, I wonder if my wisdom will increase some more after it exceeds 200.''
Outside the house suddenly rang the sound of clanking hammers, the sound with a little caution, but nevertheless vaguely into the ears of the lord.
George put on his boots and walked out of the room with a snort to find Rona holding a small hammer and nailing a small sign in front of the bar.
"Oh, that's something I almost forgot about." Scratching his sleepy face, the lord lord said. He had planned to write it himself when he woke up, but it did slip his mind.
The sudden sound behind Rona scared the timid girl and nearly sent the hammer flying out of her hand.
She turned back to find it was the lord, her face became even more frightened.
''Why does this guy always look terrified?'' George secretly shook his head, squatted in front of the sign by himself, squeezed his eyes for a few moments, and showed a few moments of surprise to.
"You know how to read?"
The words drawn with charcoal were crooked, but they did allow people to recognize the meaning of the words. However, the adventurers who can do the dirty thing of tipping and touching the buttocks, how many of them can read and write?
So the black-hearted boss's previous words, just to let the waitress heart a little comfort, so that can honestly work...
The little stammerer was too scared to answer, twisting his head to dodge the eyes of the lord, cautiously glancing at him with the afterimage. It looks like a crazy and silly little dork.
''In fact, what she was really afraid of was not the lord, but of all the people. Judging from the attitude of those villagers, the life she had previously experienced was very bad. This probably made her have some psychological problems, so she always looked like she was cowering... I'm afraid that stuttering isn't something you're born with.''
Other than the phrase 'not afraid of the lord', George's summary could be said to have hit the nail on the head. Rona was like a dirty stray kitten who had a great fear of people.
Trying to get such people to remove their psychological defenses is very difficult. And the shadows of a person's childhood often stay with them for the rest of their lives.
In George's eyes, however, her notes were changed again.
[A literate tavern hostess whose hair might scare adventurers away]
You think this little stutterer who is not very talkative and seems to have some mental problems might be a witch...]
Shaking his head, George gave up the spiel in his mind. He stretched out and swaggered to sit on top of the chair next to the fire pit. While taking off his shoes, while placing his legs on another stool. Then he rubbed his feet.
Looking at the stray kitten in front of him, George felt that she had to be comforted and consoled: ""Don't worry, Rona. No one will touch your butt... But you have to rub your legs for the Lord of Lords first."
The words made Rona's face pale a few more, but she nevertheless did as he said after a careful look at the lord.
And poured a cup of tea for the lord.
Feeling the satisfaction from the bad taste, George hummed a few times in comfort and asked, "Where did Martin and Jack go?"
The skinny girl bowed her head and didn't answer.
George looked at the dull girl in front of him and let out a depressed sigh. Then he threw the scroll in his arms toward the inside of the fire pit, looked inside there, and launched a daze.
''These people are actually still very hardworking after they throw away their fear. The work was also extremely efficient. It seems that the people on the other side of the mill have almost finished the work in hand and have all joined the harvesting team... It was hard to imagine that this was a group of women and old people.''
''There is not much wheat in the field, which is good to harvest, but the potatoes and sweet potatoes are laborious to dig, but on average, one person can do one acre a day. At this momentum, in another two weeks we can start sowing autumn potatoes and cabbages.' George rubbed his chin and thought: 'This time we need to add some fertilizer to do. Well, grinding grains first is not urgent, tonight let the servants get all the burnt corpses out, after grinding, as golden rubbish, make fertilizer to go.'
Tonight, when some more divine grace is added, George intends to recover the mill. This building seems to be very special and serves a great purpose. And it is not too far away itself, after recovering, the territory will also be connected with it, and the mist in a large surrounding field will be dispersed and will be enveloped in divine grace, which is conducive to the work of the people of the territory.
It also facilitates the movement of the servants of the Kingdom of Heaven.
He remembered that there were several large grinding wheels outside the mill, and several donkeys added together to turn them. The people can't use them, and George doesn't plan to use them to grind any grain in the future, so he might as well pick one out, specifically to grind 'golden rubbish' with.
Otherwise, just rely on the dung eggs of the people and livestock, can not make the autumn potatoes rise well.
And the cemetery inside the open space, but also a little short of those charred remains, should think of a good way to deal with the right ...
Thinking of this, George looked at the cemetery side. Found that the bodies seem to be transported to the cemetery.
These two days there are many corpses outside, but he did not have time to overdue. Can only wait until the night burning, come together to get.
But the heavenly servant looks a little less, so he plans to go out at night time to go around.
Heavenly servants are essentially ghosts too, and the spirits can be transformed by powerful spirits, so there's no reason why the spirits that have been able to manifest their actions - ghosts - can't be transformed into heavenly servants after being called.
The night watchmen and patrols did a lot of work during the day, and within two kilometers of the shelter, it was basically a clean slate. As for some scattered zombies at the edge of the territory, they were all just wandering over from the east and west, and by the time they got within range of the Night's Watch, they could be dealt with by him directly.
Unlike patrols, the Night's Watch is able to know the location of monsters through scrolls.
Another look at the blacksmith store, found that the javelin and shields are almost all done. Locked armor also repaired two pieces. It seems that this afternoon, the 'Holy Spirit' and the blacksmith handled very well.
Tell Rona to get ready to cook, and don't forget to wash your hair with hot water, George went to the blacksmith store.
Approaching, George then heard a clanking sound, and after approaching, found Alexander was bare-chested, wheel hammer. And next to it, on another iron felt, there were several hammers dancing in the air.
Martin and Jack, whom he had asked where to go earlier, were watching the action nearby.
"My lord! My lord! A miracle!" After seeing George come over, the old blacksmith greeted him directly. He was so excited that his hands were dancing.
After chatting a bit, George knew what happened in the afternoon.
"Not long after you left, I saw two Holy Spirit along with in the light from the sky, immediately after they disappeared in a burst of hymns, and all the tools began to swing themselves! I knew they must have been sent by God to help us. I kept kneeling and praying, telling which weapons I hoped to be able to forge. At first they didn't seem too familiar with how mortal soldiers are forged, but after I told them some key tricks, they made something surprisingly better than me!"
"After Sir Alexander came over, his proposal gave me a flash of light - he and the Holy Ghosts were surprisingly strong, so why bother with all the work of calcining the iron so many times? We tried it, and not only did the efficiency increase by a few times, but I didn't expect that the forged thing would be hard as well!"
Dumbfounded, George picked up a dark javelin head and took a look at the remarks on it, which made a word suddenly flash in his mind - cold forging!
''Cold forging can also hit the weapon's? This kind of technology, not a fool plus a stinker with two more ghosts can get it out, right?!'