You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 75 People I've Helped

"Gervais".

In the noisy environment, Gweil heard someone calling her; the voice was unusually familiar and impossible to forget.

Gweil turned her head to look.

She saw a somewhat haggard woman standing in the crowd, watching her.

"mom!"

Gweil waved her slender arm vigorously at the woman with great excitement.

Seeing her eldest daughter's lively demeanor, Sima Nova's face also softened with affection, and she nodded slightly to Gweil.

She had nothing to do; she had just happened to see Gweil moving through the crowd and called out to her.

Her daughter was indeed not possessed by a demon.

Otherwise, why would the kind and generous lord have brought her out of the deep mountains and made her his close attendant?

This is an immense blessing and honor.

Ever since Gweil became the master's handmaiden, Lord Moor's attitude towards them had been exceptionally good. Not only did he wipe out all their debts, but he also gave them a sheep—which her husband later sold to Lord Roman for the price of a silver coin.

“It’s all thanks to Gweil,” her husband said all the time, as if he had become a different person.

Sima Nova also agrees with this statement.

This is all thanks to Gavier.

Mr. Moore is a good man!
The lord is a very good person!
And her daughter, her promising daughter, was able to survive in the mountains... that's... that's wonderful.

Sima Nova touched the corners of her eyes, which were a little sore.

She is now a kitchen helper in the main kitchen, cooking for the laborers every day.

Today, because of the celebration, there are even more things to do.

Because it was hard work, Deacon Seth and the junior clerk Jimmy told them that they could eat whatever they wanted there. After finishing their work, they could take any ten pounds of uneaten food home with them.

Sima Nova picked up a piece of roasted, crispy lamb leg, brushed with maltose; she liked sweet things.

The sweet, salty, crispy lamb leg meat crunched in my mouth.

In the past thirty-odd years, no day has ever been as... memorable as today.

Not only her, but this carnival celebration is destined to become an indelible memory in the hearts of everyone in Sig Town.

Even after many years have passed, and these elderly people have passed away, these middle-aged people have grown old, these young people have either started families and careers or died on the battlefield, and all the children have become the new pillars of society, they will always remember that noon when Mr. Roman said that all food would be provided without limit and that he would drink with them.

……

"Sanna, are you full?" Gweil asked after greeting her mother.

"Burp~ I feel... about 70% full..."

Sanna let out a burp.

The food tastes really good.

"Stop eating, Roman said you'll die from overeating."

"Let me have a sip of beer."

Sanna reached for the glass, intending to scoop up a beer from the barrel, but Gweil immediately stopped her.

"You just threw up from drinking, so you're not allowed to drink anymore!"

She was surprisingly serious.

Sanna awkwardly withdrew her hand.

That feeling was definitely unpleasant; she felt like she almost vomited up the fish bladder inside her body.

"Are you full?"

Gweil asked again, and seeing Sanna nod, she whispered to her, "Come with me to a place to meet some people."

Seeing Gweil's mysterious demeanor, Sanna couldn't help but become curious as well.

At Gweil's prompting, she stuffed lamb legs, pork knuckles, and beef into the cloth bag, and also picked up a thick cloth bag full of fragrant, soft white bread.

They found two empty buckets that had originally contained maltose. They scooped out most of the bucket of oatmeal porridge and filled the other bucket with beer.

The two of them carried the threshing ground away, some on their backs and others in their arms. On the way, they encountered guards—their duty was to prevent farmers from stealing food.

Roman had originally planned to let everyone take the leftovers with them.

But how to divide it is the problem. This is a huge fortune; even the leftovers are worth several gold coins.

Let them distribute it themselves? That would cause a major incident; people getting killed in the struggle is quite common.

Roman had no choice but to forbid them from taking anything outside without permission.

Of course, the guards wouldn't search them.

If someone manages to avoid being discovered, the guards won't pursue the matter further.

This is an unspoken rule, and even cunning and foolish farmers surely understand it.

However, when the gatekeepers saw the two bulging cloth bags that Gweil was carrying and the two small wooden buckets that Sanna was holding...

The corners of their mouths twitched slightly involuntarily.

"Miss Gweil..."

She immediately said, "Lord Roman asked me to deliver this to Origin Manor!"

There are hardly any people left in the master's manor.

There are some slaves on duty in the livestock shed, but are you going to feed the pigs?

The two guards did not stop them.

“Don’t tell Mr. Roman…” Gweil added, but then realized halfway through her sentence that her lie had been exposed.

One of the guards said helplessly, "Miss Gweil, I meant to say, do you need my help?"

Gweil carried two cloth bags on her back, acting furtively like a thief, shaking her head vigorously.

“You may not remember me, but I used to be a hunter,” the guard added.

Gweil was slightly taken aback, glanced at him, and found that he did indeed look somewhat familiar.

"Captain Dota told me beforehand, 'Do you know how to drive?'" The guard pulled over an oxcart.

“I can!” Sanna volunteered.

"Miss Gweil, please be careful and have a safe journey."

Gweil and Sanna put their things on the cart and drove the oxcart towards the deep mountains.

They parked the oxcart at the foot of the mountain, tied a rope to a tree, and then, carrying their belongings, began to climb the mountain step by step.

"I'm so tired! Who are you going to see?"

Halfway there, Sanna started complaining.

The things she was carrying were much heavier than those of Gewier, weighing at least thirty or forty pounds, and going up the mountain was a huge burden for her.

Gweil bit her lip and whispered, "People who helped me."

She was quite familiar with the path leading up the mountain.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby, as if some large wild animal was moving about.

Sanna was startled, and then she heard a voice coming from the other side.

“I didn’t help you much, Gweil. You saved yourself.”

A figure emerged from the dense bushes.

He had handsome features, but his stubble was unkempt and his expression was full of vicissitudes. His disheveled appearance suggested a story.

“Uncle Dick.” Gweil loosened her grip, the cloth bag fell to the ground, and she ran towards him, then hugged Dick tightly.

Dick sighed, “Gervais, we told you you shouldn’t be here. You’re Roman Rift’s attendant now, and it’s not appropriate for you to meet us.”

“Roman won’t be angry,” Gweil whispered.

"It would be great if you all came down the mountain too."

Dick shook his head and said, "We'll cause him trouble."