Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 152 Spend the night

"what?"

Bieber thought he had heard it wrong and didn't react. Then he looked stunned:

"Are you inviting us?"

"Besides you guys who own the house, there's no one else here, right?"

Rick smiled nonchalantly:

"Don't think that there is only a small amount here. It's a lot. It won't be a problem to share some of it."

Bieber thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Do we have to pay anything?"

His meaning is clear.

As for the coin, he had no intention of paying half a gro in return.

Rather than the greasy food in front of him, he has to fight the severe cold from winter to next year's harvest season.

"Labor, like helping light the stove and fetching some water, and a chopping board."

"As you can see, I need to take care of the food."

Bieber, the young lady and the old woman whispered a few words and agreed to Rick's conditions.

He himself simply left the house carrying an old bucket.

After handing Lake a two-inch thick log covered with dust and charcoal, the young lady used the flame of the lantern to light the straw in the stove.

Rick didn't care about that. He unblocked the water channel, cleaned the dust off the wooden board, and laid linen on it.

Then he started slicing the meat and cheese.

With superb knife skills, the meat was quickly sliced ​​into strips of just the right size to eat.

The cheese is less finely processed and more crumbly.

After doing all this, Rick poured half a pottery container's worth of meat strips into a clay pot and added a small amount of butter, salt and black pepper.

Originally, vegetables, milk and butter need to be stir-fried and cooked separately in advance.

But obviously, Rick didn't take this into consideration when preparing.

But there are not many suitable kitchen utensils available now that allow him to complete these steps.

"You three should also not be idle. Go and make the beds for tonight's rest. There's no need to rest before you do it, right?"

Rick said as he cut two bunches of rosemary and put them into the jar.

"I know, I know."

Ina responded repeatedly, her tone full of perfunctory responses.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the fur sleeping bag and cloth and walked into one of the bedrooms.

Xilia followed behind.

Mitaokal was left standing there, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to move forward or backward.

The room was very dark, and perhaps for the purpose of keeping warm, it did not have even a small window.

If it weren't for the kerosene lamp that Ina was holding.

Through a thin layer of linen, the light from the living room is the only light illuminating the bedroom.

But even so, the room was still extremely cold.

The cold evening wind penetrated through the gaps in the eaves and blew down.

The bedroom is very small, so small that it can only fit two beds and is about half the size of the living room.

In fact, this is indeed the case. There is nothing else in the bedroom except a hay bed made of an old wooden frame.

The bed can barely accommodate two people, and this should have been considered from the beginning.

Ina placed the kerosene lamp in a corner of the wall to provide lighting, and took the thick cotton cloth from Xilia's arms and spread it on the prickly hay.

While thinking about the allocation of beds.

Uncle, you should probably give up your bed... Miss Xilia is a woman, and she is tired from the journey, so it is best for her to sleep on the bed...

It might be better for women to share the bed, but it is somewhat unreasonable to forcibly occupy the bed...

The white-haired girl decided to ask Mitaukol's own opinion.

After smoothing out two warm fur sleeping bags.

She turned to her old classmate who was still in a dilemma and asked:

"Mitokor, are you sleeping with Miss Xilia tonight?"

"what!"

Xilia exclaimed.

He quickly covered his lips and took half a step back.

As if she wanted to get away from the bed, her eyes were wandering and her face started to get hot and slightly flushed.

Mitokor, the person involved, was even more stunned, and then he almost subconsciously retorted:

"Who...who would do such a thing!?"

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

Ina was a little surprised by Mitaokel's answer.

Then she mentioned another possibility that she had carefully considered - after all, there were three people and two beds, so there were only three options at most.

"But this is not good for Miss Xilia..."

Before he finished speaking, Rick, who was shaking a wooden spoon of water into the bucket that Biber brought back, suddenly stopped all his movements.

He slowly turned his head and looked deeply at the young man beside him with his gray eyes.

His expression was terrifyingly calm, and an invisible yet real pressure emanated from him, which made Mitaokal suddenly feel a little breathless.

Rick said in a deep voice with no expression on his face:

"Boy, I don't object to your pursuit of Ina, but it shouldn't be now. You'd better know that it is against the laws of the kingdom to attack underage ladies."

"I didn't mean that, really."

Mitaokel ​​felt like his brain was about to burn out.

He had a sad face and gave up on himself:

"I'll sleep outside! I can sleep outside!"

30 minutes later, the seven of them finished their dinner.

The Bieber family was particularly satisfied with this dinner. They rarely had the opportunity to taste a meal that was seasoned with enough spices and had plenty of meat as a side dish.

The Biebers returned to their remaining rooms.

For farmers, it is common to rest at sunset.

Sometimes they would gather together, buy a bottle of cheap rum from a wandering merchant, or drink their own ale, and talk about this year's harvest, the fish catch on the river, and complain in the cold moonlight.

But that’s only a minority.

Lake also lent Bieber a piece of heavy cotton cloth that he didn't need.

In his opinion, a plush fur sleeping bag is enough to keep warm under the eaves that can protect you from wind and rain.

Bieber slept on the floor with only a few thin layers of linen as a blanket and a mat.

Mitaokel ​​said hello and went into bed early, looking as if he wanted to prove his innocence.

The two women returned to the room and took off their outer clothes.

Both clothes have a very warming effect.

But the clothes are a bit too bulky.

Ina was fine, she only had a warm vest and a relatively light coat.

Xilia's work clothes rely entirely on the warmth provided by the interlayer of cotton.

Unless you have to, it is definitely not comfortable to wear.

At least there was a layer of linen to cover it.

Ina and Xilia didn't feel too shy.

Amid the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, Ina took off her coat, thought for a moment, and unbuttoned the plush vest that fit her long shirt closely.

Xilia took off her entire work dress, revealing the close-fitting linen clothes underneath.

At the same time, the last ray of light quietly disappeared.

The flame of the lantern was extinguished by Rick.

Out of politeness, Rick did not expand his perception since the two people entered the room.

Ina moved closer to the bed.

The dark environment did not have much impact on her. Within her mental perception, she could sense the location of the bed, the distance from the wall, and Shirleya behind her.

Even the sleeping bag and cotton mat, down to the individual strands of hay... everything is still clearly visible.

It just changed from full color to a blue-gray background.

She quickly crawled into the inner sleeping bag to make room for Cirilla.

However, as an ordinary person, Xilia was a little troubled.

She really couldn't see, and it was difficult for her to make a sound.

He had to reach out and grope with difficulty. Fortunately, the room was small and the bed was right in front of him.

After touching the unpainted, rough wooden boards, the slightly sunken haystack and the cotton cloth on top.

Only then did Cirilla find the opening of the sleeping bag and crawl in.

However, a small accident occurred during the hectic drilling process.

Cirilla, who wanted to cover herself with fur, suddenly felt something soft on her palm while searching for the corner of the sleeping bag.

This is completely different from leather, which remains hard even after being softened.

Softer than cotton clothes.

Ina: “…”

Xilia seemed to realize something immediately, quickly retracted her hand, and apologized nervously:

"I'm sorry! Miss Ina, I didn't mean it..."

Looking at the front, I saw Insilia's trembling body and the undulating linen.

Ina was silent for a second.

Then, he suddenly reached out and fought back.

What followed was a heavy task that felt like a rich fruit.

This brought Ina a small shock of maturity.

She couldn't help but glance at her chest...

"Ah! Miss I... Miss Ina?!"

Xilia looked panicked.

In the pitch-black darkness, something suddenly attacked me. I was lucky enough not to scream in fright.

She subconsciously wanted to push it away, but she realized that the other person was most likely Ina, who was sleeping in the same bed with her, and she was the one who was rude first.

Xilia stopped her actions abruptly.

Until Ina took it back.

She curled up back into bed trembling.

The sounds in the room naturally reached the ears of the two people in the hall.

Rick's eyebrows trembled slightly, with an expression of astonishment as if his cabbage had been taken away from someone else's. This was definitely rare for a former officer who had seen many ups and downs and was an active veteran adventurer.

Mitaukol had no reaction.

I'm prepared to say I didn't hear you, and if you ask me, I don't know either. I think it's feasible to adopt an open-minded attitude and remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances.