Chapter 006 Golden Fleece Tavern

In the morning, Gawain first went to the blacksmith shop and brought back a dagger for self-defense. He spent the rest of the time looking through the notes of his ancestors. Mark, who was rushing back, came over to say hello.

At noon, he bought a load of white bread from the street.

I ate two and was half full.

afternoon.

The herb collector Old John arrived early and delivered a batch of commonly used herbs. Gawain paid 150 bronze stars for this and verbally agreed with Old John to deliver a batch of herbs every Wednesday.

Gawain asked Old John to sit down and rest, then he entered the bedroom, picked up a quill, carefully copied several potions in his ancestor's notes, and quickly walked out with a few pieces of papyrus.

"Mr. Gawain!"

Old John stood up quickly, bent over, and showed an almost flattering smile on his rough and dark old face, which was also a bit cunning and philistine, hidden in his imperceptible eyes.

"You're welcome, just sit down."

Gawain smiled gently, spread out some pieces of papyrus, and asked:

"Have you ever seen these kinds of herbs?"

Old John identified them carefully, his eyes flashing: "This...these herbs don't seem to be very common."

"It's really not common."

Gawain nodded and raised a finger: "These are for treating difficult diseases. They are all mutated herbs. Old John, if you can pick these, I will give you the purchase price of a silver deer for each plant."

"What!"

Old John's cloudy eyes widened, his face full of fire.

He is called a herbal collector, but he is actually half a herbal medicine vendor. He collects almost all the herbs picked by the herbal collectors in Telko Village and keeps the prices down.

even so.

He can only earn half a silver deer every month, which shows how tempting this silver deer is to him.

Gawain was about to say a few more words when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He turned around and found the tall and thin Alba already standing outside the courtyard. He quickly stuffed the papyrus into Old John's arms and said with a smile:

"Old John, this is what we have agreed upon, the Clover family will never let their friends suffer."

"well!"

Old John's hands were shaking a little. He clutched the papyrus in his arms and nodded vigorously. Then he humbly flattered a few words and quickly walked out of the yard. After nodding to Alba outside the yard, he got on the donkey cart and sped away.

"Uncle Alba, please come in!" Gawain smiled and greeted him.

Alba said with a straight face: "Old Hott has returned to the Kingdom of the Goddess of Life. There is no need to continue operating the herbal shop. Little Gawain, I know you want to revive the Clover family, but..."

"Uncle!"

Gawain directly interrupted Alba's words and pointed to the three bundles of herbs behind him: "Old John has already sent the herbs. Can't you give me a chance to prove myself?"

Alba was a little helpless and said regretfully: "You really shouldn't have wasted your precious bronze stars."

"..."

Gawain rolled his eyes, ignored the other party, and began to arrange the herbs skillfully.

Categorize.

Remove impurities and weigh.

Then he took the medicine refining equipment that he had packed away yesterday, lit the firewood, and began to refine it directly on the iron pot in the kitchen.

"Houttuynia cordata, white sage, poplar bark..."

"Add water."

"Add firewood!"

Although Gawain was not tall, his movements were just right, and he had a calm and unhurried demeanor. Alba on the side was stunned.

Two hours later, the water was boiled away, and the mixed herbs in the iron pot were boiled into a black ointment that stuck to the bottom of the pot.

Alba stammered:

"This...this...is this antipyretic decoction?"

"right!"

Gawain nodded, skillfully pressed out the firewood with soil, used a small spatula to scoop out the ointment bit by bit, and put it in the prepared medicine jar:

"There are ten portions of antipyretic decoction in total. The color and viscosity should be just right. It can be divided into medicines after drying naturally. I think my craftsmanship should be five times as good as my father's, right Al? Uncle Ba?”

"..."

Alba was speechless, because every time Old Hott made medicine, he would not let outsiders watch. He stepped forward, dipped some ointment with his fingers, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and exclaimed: "The goddess of life is here." "Come on, little Gawain... No, Mr. Gawain, you are really a genius, you know, you are already a qualified herbalist."

Gawain smiled: "So, Uncle Alba, are you ready to accept my employment?"

"It's my pleasure!"

Alba awkwardly performed a breast-stroking salute, his face flushed with excitement. Becoming an employee in the herbal shop also meant that he no longer had to worry about finding a job every day.

...

Gawain found papyrus, briefly drafted two employment contracts in Nobian script, signed them respectively, and agreed to hire Alba with a monthly salary of 300 bronze stars.

As a matter of duty, Alba must obey Gawain's legal instructions.

Alba is a hired worker, but not a slave. He has the most basic personal freedom and private property. Moreover, the laws of the kingdom stipulate that non-nobles are not allowed to keep slaves. Although the Clover family is a decent person, they are not aristocrats.

There is no right to keep slaves.

After the contract was signed, Gawain became the employer, and immediately gave Alba the task of negotiating with the militia, demanding that the herbal shop be reopened as soon as possible, and telling the other party to find someone to repair the two courtyard doors.

Otherwise, he won't feel safe sleeping at night.

Two days later.

After Gawain paid the price of two silver deer, he finally got back the ownership of the shop. The herbal medicine shop was successfully opened and stocked with some commonly used decoctions, and he slowly began to make money back.

...

"Sir, another drink?"

In the Golden Fleece Tavern, the waitress came forward to ask questions diligently.

"No."

Gawain reached out to cover the wine glass, withdrew his cryptic observation, leaving five bronze stars behind, stood up and walked out of the tavern. This is a place frequented by bounty hunters and wandering knights, and there is no shortage of various tasks.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he wanted. In fact, they didn't even know what [Evil Spirit Dust] was, and it seemed that the players would never come.

That's right, after all, this is a real world.

"It's such a shame."

Standing outside the tavern, Gawain feels depressed.

His ancestors' notes have almost been turned over by him. Old John, the herb collector, has not brought any news about those magic potions. Refining ordinary decoctions can only provide a negligible upgrade progress. The herbal shop is also slow to make money. Kung Fu cannot be rushed.

"Quack~~"

Several crows croaked on the tall poplar trees, seeming to laugh at Gawain's eagerness.

But Gawain had to worry.

Because he didn't know how long it would take for the goddess of life to fall, he had to become a wizard apprentice before then and have a certain level of strength, otherwise he would not be qualified to receive the church's inheritance.

"Maybe I should think differently."

"I've got the Ancestor's Notes. Since the Evil Spirit Dust won't be found for a while, I can try to plan two other ways to become a wizard's apprentice. Maybe there will be something to gain."

"Let me think about it."

Gawain thought back attentively and calculated carefully: "Baron Holdman is far away from Antler Town, and the rune stones are temporarily unavailable. Diagon Alley... there seems to be an old pervert who lives in seclusion. If you want to become a wizard's apprentice, you must first Only by being a test subject for the other party and suffering a lot can you gain the other party's trust."

"That's not okay. It would be terrible if I was turned into a human being and a ghost."

"By the way, I thought of it!"

Gawain's eyes lit up and he suddenly had a good idea. He lowered the brim of his hat and left the commercial street in a hurry. After passing through several streets and alleys, he came to a hotel called "Warm House".

I spent a hundred bronze stars to book a guest room on the second floor.

He pushed open the window and sat down in front of the window with a cup of coffee. While drinking the coffee, he stared at Diagon Alley not far below with the corner of his eyes.

I didn't notice anything strange at first, but gradually I realized something was wrong.