Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Peter and his three companions, along with seven prisoners, quickly returned to their camp.

Departing in the morning and returning at noon, that's quite efficient.

"Welcome back, Lord Peter!"

Romeo, who remained behind, watched Peter so easily subdue the group of robbers and secretly rejoiced that joining the team was the right choice. Loyalty +1

Upon seeing everyone return safely, Bojina and Pavlena clasped their hands together and said, "God bless!"

"Time waits for no one, we need to put these seven laborers to use as soon as possible. Luckily, each of them has a rusty axe, so let's start by chopping wood and clearing out a basic area for the camp."

Peter immediately got Charlie and his seven men to work. They had enjoyed themselves before, and now they had to make up for it with the sweat of their labor.

"No, I'm handsome Charlie, I shouldn't be doing this kind of rough work!"

Charlie's cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, and he was still wailing. Pavlina couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she saw this.

"Damn it, how could I be so rude to a lady? It's all your fault, all of you guys are to blame, waaaaah!"

Charlie, overwhelmed by the psychological blow, burst into tears.

Jerry said to handsome Charlie, "Stop howling. Sweating while logging is a kind of fashion, called 'tough guy style.' Maybe building up a muscular physique will be more attractive than your fancy jacket."

Tom nodded seriously and said, "Yes! Good muscles! Strong enough to carry logs!"

Martin clasped his hands together again and said, "May the Lord forgive their past... and grant them the strength to cut down the tree. Amen."

Peter's eyes lit up, and he immediately chimed in, "Martin, you're right. From now on, as my chief educator, you'll be in charge of supervising these seven workers. Keep a close eye on them, teach them well, and use the power of the Bible to show them where they went wrong and how to cleanse themselves of their sins. I have high hopes for you."

"Uh, okay..."

The old hermit reluctantly agreed; Peter truly didn't treat him like a patient. But then again, using the glory of the Lord to educate and reform a scoundrel seemed quite meaningful. Thinking this, the old hermit felt a surge of renewed energy.

Peter then said to Charles and his six companions, "As the monk said, for every tree you cut down, your sins lessen. Once each of you has cut down a hundred trees, I will set you free."

"Really? That's great!"

One of the younger men exclaimed, "Compared to a lifetime of hopeless labor, a life with a goal gives you something to look forward to! A hundred trees? If you cut one down a day, you'll be free in a hundred days; if you cut two down a day... it's too hard to calculate..."

"You...you just wait! Once I'm free, once I've fixed my hair, put on new clothes...I promise...I promise..."

Handsome Charlie raised his head, his eyes brimming with tears, but with a hint of stubbornness in them as he made his vow.

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"What exactly will happen?"

Peter asked with a smile.

"Uh, what I mean is, you must truly understand the meaning of 'labor is the most glorious.'"

Charlie chickened out when faced with Peter's gaze.

"I'll be watching!"

Peter waved, and the old hermit led the seven men off to work.

Everyone else also performed their duties and devoted themselves to their work.

As the leader, Peter needs to consider the team's future development path.

While Devil's Canyon boasts a treacherous terrain that can easily repel enemies, its biggest problem is its narrowness, making it impossible to be self-sufficient.

When there are few people in the camp, things are fine, but as the population of the camp increases, housing and food will become problems.

Therefore, relocating the camp, expanding the camp, and cultivating wasteland for farming became inevitable.

Peter continued westward into the great forest to survey the terrain, and finally found a flat area two kilometers west of Devil's Canyon.

Peter decided to use Devil's Canyon camp as an outpost, with the main camp to be built around it from then on. Brother Martin and seven "lumberjacks" first established a lumber shed there to process timber nearby. Then they built housing.

If the camp's inhabitants continue to live like bandits in haystacks or shacks, it will be difficult to improve their loyalty and satisfaction, and the entire group's atmosphere will gradually change towards that of bandits.

Therefore, building a house is imperative.

There are three main types of houses in medieval Europe:

The first type is a thatched house made of logs as the four beams and eight pillars, branches woven into the walls, thatch as the roof, and mud plaster.

The second category is: wooden houses with logs for beams, logs for walls, and planks for roofs.

The third type is: stone houses with stone bases, stone walls, and wooden roofs.

Forget about stone houses; the amount of construction work required would be too great. Even in the established villages of Troski, most houses are made of wood, with only castles using stone extensively.

Therefore, thatched huts and wooden houses are the only level they can achieve.

Considering the current strength and population of the camp, building individual houses for families like a village would be wasteful, so Peter chose the "Viking Longhouse".

Viking longhouses can be seen as a type of communal dwelling, typically rectangular or oval in shape and quite long, sometimes reaching tens of meters in length. This structure allows multiple families or community members to live in the same building.

Longhouses are primarily constructed of wood, typically using large timber beams and pillars to support the entire structure. The roof is usually covered with thatch, reeds, or other vegetation to provide insulation and waterproofing.

The interior of a longhouse is typically divided into different areas for living, storage, and work. These areas can be separated by curtains or other simple partitions. There is usually a central open fireplace for heating and cooking. A chimney vents smoke through the roof to ensure it dissipates.

This kind of communal living saves space and makes it easier to form bonds, build close social relationships, and face various challenges together.

Peter planned to first build a 15-meter-long house for all the men to live in. Then he would build a separate cabin for Bodina and Pavlena.

Two days later, the logging shed was built, oak trees were felled one by one, the roots were dug out, and the timber began to increase.

But a new problem arises: building a house is not like setting up a shack; it requires professional guidance.

"Sir Peter, we need a carpenter who knows how to build houses and make planks."

Bojina pointed out the key point.

Do you have any suggestions?

Peter knew there was a carpenter in Troskey village, but he was the only one in the entire territory, living a wealthy life with a constant stream of orders. He had a large courtyard in Troskey village as his workshop, so it was impossible for him to come with him to this poor mountain camp.

"Being a full-fledged carpenter is certainly difficult, but it's different for a carpenter's apprentice. As far as I know, the carpenter has two outstanding apprentices who have both received his true teachings. One is named Buffalo Bill, and the other is named Dog Daoge. The two apprentices have conflicts, and since only one person can inherit the carpentry position in the future, it will be difficult for them to coexist. Perhaps you could invite one of them to come."

Bozhenna then gave a detailed introduction.

Well, it's true what they say, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Hearing her say that, I felt more at ease.

"Very good. I'm on my way to Takhov village to pick up the ten logging axes I ordered. After I get them, I'll head to Troski village to check on things."

Peter is a man of action; he made a decision immediately.

"Sir Peter, may I go with you?"

Pavlina, recalling her last trip with the adults, asked expectantly.

Peter thought for a moment and said, "Let's skip it this time. I have to go to two villages and come back at night. It's too rushed, and you won't be able to keep up."

"Oh, okay then."

Pavlena's eyes darkened.

Peter noticed her disappointment and said softly, "Pavlyna, you are our camp's chief weaver. You need to weave more baskets and ropes so that the camp can thrive. Your work is very important."

"Ah, my work is important? Okay, I'll work hard for you, sir."

Upon hearing Peter's words, Pavlina immediately perked up from her melancholy and became full of energy.

Peter can sprint continuously without exceeding his weight limit, consuming little stamina. Even if he runs out of stamina, a short 15-second rest will restore his full stamina.

So Peter, acting alone, sprinted at full speed and arrived at Takhov village in just one hour.

"The three-day deadline has passed. Is the lumberjack's axe ready?"

Peter arrived at the blacksmith's shop and went straight to the point.

"Alright, alright, my reputation as Latovan is renowned far and wide."

The blacksmith, sporting dark circles under his eyes, came out to greet us. He'd been engrossed in studying the Toledo steel sword for the past three days, practically neglecting sleep and meals. As for simpler crafts like lumberjack axes? Those were, of course, left to his apprentices to forge.

"Lazy thing, hurry up and bring the axe to the master."

The blacksmith cursed at his two sleepy apprentices. "The customers are here, and you two idiots are still sleeping! Don't you have any professional ethics as blacksmiths?"

"Yes, Master."

Two apprentices ran to the storeroom, each carrying five long-handled logging axes. "Please check them."

Peter stared intently: a poor-quality logging axe, weighing 5 pounds, with a sharpness of 26 and a durability of 100. A logging axe made with shoddy workmanship.

Well, not a single masterpiece.

"These axes aren't very good quality."

Peter said with some dissatisfaction.

The blacksmith, Latovan, also took a look, his old face slightly flushed. This was practically tarnishing his own reputation.