novelhk Chapter 144 Visitors
Chapter 144 Visitors
The kingdom might really be as chaotic as Rick said, but it was only the beginning.
In the hundreds of years of the kingdom's history, there have been at least a dozen years worse than the present one.
No matter how bad the impact of the princess's murder was, it was not as bad as the province's independence during a war with another country.
Even if food production is really halved.
If the kingdom wants to prevent the riots that famine may cause, it can also control them within a small area...
Rick glanced at Ina, who asked the question and was thinking about it by herself. He wanted to jokingly express his speculation, but then he thought that this might be the beginning of a tragedy.
Finally, he just sighed and said in a low voice:
"It is plunder... Nature is ruthless, and every person, every kingdom and principality is equal."
"plunder……"
The stagnant train of thought suddenly became clear, just as Ina was about to speak to confirm.
Suddenly, an orderly knock on the door interrupted the rest of their conversation.
On a weekday morning, even a normal knock on the door seemed a little noisy in this quiet environment.
"coming."
Rick's voice was not loud, but it was unexpectedly penetrating, and the visitor outside the door stopped what he was doing.
"Maybe... I should install a doorbell on the house."
Rick complained and put down the newspaper in his hand.
"I'll go."
Ina stood up first and spoke.
Apart from their neighbors, few people visited the Wester family.
Neither Ina nor Rick are talkative people.
Postmen who deliver letters and subscription newspapers usually only stop at mailboxes outside your door.
Therefore, the identity of the person knocking on the door can only be a
-- Merchants and employees of chambers of commerce who sell services or goods door-to-door...
The services provided include but are not limited to various servants, hourly cooks, laundry, plumbing installation, and even cesspool cleaning.
The goods are mostly various porcelains, spice boxes, accessories, jewelry, etc.
Houses in the North District, such as Wester's, which are located in good locations in the South District, are their potential customers.
The prices of their products are not low, and their main target is civilians with relatively good lives.
They rarely frequent residences in the core area, not because they do not wish to expand their business there.
I just simply don't dare to come.
If they dared to knock on the doors of those big shots today, the soldiers would most likely push open the stores of their employers or chambers of commerce tomorrow for disturbing private homes.
Ina walked through the hall and came to the entrance separated by a wall.
He reached out his hand to the door handle, twisted it and pulled it, allowing the still bright sunlight to shine into the house.
A slightly dry and cool breeze blew in through the open door, lifting the ends of her snow-white hair.
Along with the light, two figures standing outside the door came into Ina's eyes.
A blond man with blue eyes and a pretty brown-haired girl with the same blue eyes, hiding slightly behind him.
"Mitaocor? And... Miss Xilia?"
Ina was surprised and said:
"Why are you here?"
Today is a working day.
As far as she knew, neither the Frey family, who ran the blacksmith shop, nor the herbal medicine shop run by Miss Cirilla's family, took a break. Even if they did, they would not bump into each other by chance.
——Under normal circumstances, both of them would stay in their own shops to help out.
At the same time, she also noticed that the two people's clothes were unusual.
Mitaokel was wearing a thick puffy cotton coat and trousers, plus a hunting vest lined with plush.
It is obviously a thermal insulation preparation made for keeping warm in the wild.
Behind him was still the broad sackcloth bag and the matchlock rifle.
Last time the sack was empty and shriveled, but now it was half full, as if it had been filled with a lot of things.
Xilia's is a thickened long work skirt for women with linen on the outside and cotton on the inside.
As the children of a city shop owner, their clothes were extremely simple, even a little shabby.
The basket of herbs that was half the size of her body was still carried on her back.
"Good morning, Ina."
Mitaokel was the first to speak. Since they were in the same school, the relatives of the students had some overlap.
The Freys and the Westers were no exception.
Many of Rick's conventional weapons come from Frey's blacksmith shop.
"Wouldn't you like to come in and sit down?"
Ina invited him, although she didn't know what the matter was, but they were all acquaintances and there was no reason to leave them out.
However, what she waited for was not action or greetings, but a surprising question from Mitaokal.
“No, before that, I hope Ina can consider a request.”
Mitaokel spoke earnestly, and behind him, Xilia also gave him a pleading look.
Please, what can I do for you? I can provide some financial help... Wait, are these equipments for hunting? It's already the hunting ban period.
Ina looked around and decided to listen to the details first.
Practitioners busy in other industries rarely understand this.
Just as most hunters do not know the exact sowing and harvesting times for wheat and barley.
Ina even felt that the two were unaware that hunting during the hunting ban period was a violation of local laws.
Shooting rabbits is not a big deal, but anything else will result in huge fines and jail time.
She thought she needed to remind the two of them.
"Anyway, come in and talk, but it's a hunting ban now, so it's best not to poach."
Ina warned in a deep voice.
Mitaokel was startled at first, then subconsciously turned his head to follow Ina's gaze, and then saw the gun on his back.
Then he nodded as if he understood something.
Ina led the two into the hall and returned to the sofa where guests were received.
Two more cups of black tea were added to the tea table, similar to the original two cups. It was obvious that the owner of the house was unable to produce hot black tea to entertain the guests in such a short time.
Rick pulled over a half-reclining chair, and Ina had already performed the necessary etiquette to welcome him.
As the older man and the owner of the house, there was no need for Rick to stand up and greet him.