Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Lin En made up her mind and hurried out to post the notice.

He wanted to summon all the housewives to make the meat and grain into portable food before Hill remembered the sausage.

If a native of Toril wants to travel far, it would be most appropriate to find some magicians to make nutritional beads. After all, a large bag can guarantee a year's survival needs.

But after Lin En came into contact with these Tra Hill elves, he understood that if he wanted to sell them food, it was best to follow Hill's emphasis on food. They didn't care about the price, but paid more attention to the taste.

After all, Aglaia City is close to the sea. Since the goddess Aglaia purified the ocean, fish can be caught along the coast.

Hill was very generous with these things and did not think that fishing on the seaside of his territory would require him to pay taxes, so the most common thing some people who were not wealthy did was stew fish and meat.

Lin En has seen more than one Trasil elf make a bet with that random stew. The one who eats it without throwing up wins and takes away all the bets.

But the end result is often that everyone dies together and vomits together.

Although Linn also thought that stuff was unpalatable, there was absolutely no way he would be in such pain. Moreover, the crumbled cakes commonly eaten by ordinary people in the Northern Continent, and after being curiously tried by the Trasil Elf, all ended up being thrown directly into the sea. The fish are gone.

It can only be said that the food in the hometown of these Trasil elves must be relatively abundant.

Therefore, the city of Aglaia is so big that there are only three restaurants that can stand up, two are elves, and only one is a human who moved from Baldur's Gate.

They all have several famous specialties, although because the raw materials are relatively expensive and the prices are relatively high, few locals can really afford them.

But the constant flow of Trasiel elves is enough to make enough money for these three restaurants.

Lynn, a tavern owner by trade, knows very well that housewives here in the North may not be good at anything else, but they certainly can make fruit cakes and cookies decorated with dried fruits and nuts.

As for the bread, Linn gave up on letting humans make it, and instead found some elven ladies, hoping that they could help make elven bread.

Linn knew very well that even the best white bread would definitely not be acceptable to these Trasil elves.

He had dined with Hill, and he knew this very well. Those delicate white breads were too dry for Hill, and he could only eat them with cheese soup.

The only bread that Hill can eat directly is elf bread.

He felt that these Trasil elves were similar.

After all, Hill never thought he was a picky eater. He always thought it was because the food here in Toril was too lacking.

Lynn guessed that Hill had no idea that not everyone in the North could afford the sausages and other foods he made.

After all, he is still a person who pays for every meal with gold coins.

These few things should be able to consume most of the white flour hoarded. Lin En sighed, the food will be on the market soon.

Although he didn't know why Hill never refused to buy food, it was clear that when he asked, Hill made it clear that there was no need to hoard food.

But as a subordinate, even if he doesn't understand, the only thing Linn can do is to deal with the following things.

So now comes the most troublesome problem. Lin En racked her brains to think about how to get rid of all the meat as quickly as possible.

If he had to smoke and bake it himself, he might as well help Hill make sausages.

If Hill knew these thoughts of Lynn, he would definitely feel aggrieved for himself. Who would be willing to eat old bread if he is used to eating fermented bread?

It is not that he has not suffered at all. During the most difficult four years of Hill's stay in the castle, he survived by eating white bread soaked in cheese and potato soup. The food of the Salar nobles in the past was mainly meat. No matter how many spices are sprinkled on it, it always has a fishy smell.

The only time he made any noise in the castle was when he foolishly asked Bonn to make this soup. In the end, not only did the soup become the Count's family food, but Bonn also suffered a lot. The butler wanted to make this soup. The making method was only taught to his family members, deliberately provoking dissatisfaction among the servants against Bonn.

The only good thing is that he can ask the chef to make it every day he wants to eat it. Hill never misses a chance and always orders a large portion and a lot of barbecue. Of course he would take the opportunity to let the unlucky Bonn eat more good food.

That was the last time Hill made a fool of himself.

From then on, he never communicated with anyone in the castle.

Although past experiences will always become life experiences, Hill does not want to recall those things in the past, so that he never treats himself badly.

Now Hill has arrived at the rooftop garden of the floating castle and communicated with the oak tree that emits a strange light: He promised the little flower fairies that he would notify them to move back once it was safe.

Vera came back quickly.

Almost as soon as Hill contacted Shade House, she rushed out. Her dress was a bit... um... packed with a dozen small bags on her back.

"Vera?" Hill quickly supported the little flower fairy who could hardly fly, and couldn't help but ask: "Where did you get so many things?"

The little flower fairies had no intention of moving away from Hill, so they just brought some rations there. In fact, they were carrying the honey pots refined by Hill.

“Because I exchanged nectar jars with some friends from Shade House.” Vera said seriously, “These nectars are all for Hill, so can you give us a new jar?

It's a pity that there aren't many weavers there, so I only got a dozen pieces.

But it doesn’t matter, Hill doesn’t need so much cloth, just nectar! "

Hill was silent.

The goblins' logic is very simple. As long as there is a transaction, unless they are officially told that the transaction is terminated, the transaction will continue according to the previous transaction method.

Hill knew the limits of these goblins' ability to brew nectar, so he had no intention of ending this exchange. He really liked eating nectar!

But if you add Shade Tree House's... Hill hesitated a little.

"Vera..." Hill spoke with difficulty, "My need for nectar is not that great."

"But doesn't Hill love to eat?" Vera, who had taken off her bow, was gently stretching her body. She was so tired!

Hearing Hill's words, she stopped, widened her eyes and said, "I remember hearing you and Liszt say that time, never use nectar to entertain guests, you won't even have enough to eat!

Moreover, Liszt doesn’t let the puppet make you food with nectar every day! "

Hill didn't know what to say.

That's just his nature, and he doesn't want to share his favorite nectar with anyone!

It’s not really not enough to eat.

Liszt just... felt that eating honey products all the time was too much.

The nectar brewed by the goblin is not ordinary sweet, it is already a rare item.

He thought Hill should be more restrained in this regard, but he didn't expect Vera to hear it.

Hill thought for a while and then told the truth: "Vera, making this kind of jar is a bit troublesome for me. If you exchange too many at one time, I will be too tired.

I like to eat nectar, it's a pleasure.

But it’s impossible to give up a normal life for these nectars! "

Vera looked at Hill in surprise: "Oh my god! Do you have any misunderstandings about goblins?

We have a lot of nectar to exchange with you. That's because besides making honey, there's nothing to do in the iceberg!

And even if you work very hard, you only have two months.

That’s why after coming to your place and seeing so many precious magic flowers, I couldn’t help but brew so many!

How could a normal little goblin waste time doing so much work!

Not to mention the ones at Shade Tree House, where the flowers are always unbeatable, and there are many lazy guys who don't even bother to brew their own rations, so they just find a flower to nibble on every day.

Except for some little fairies who love beauty, they don’t even weave fairy cloth anymore! Make clothes directly from silver leaves.

I can get these in exchange for all the stock of Shade Tree House! "

Hill listened in a daze, and his judgment on the goblins seemed to be a bit wrong: "I heard that the Royal Court of Joy is very hierarchical, and I thought the goblins would be very hard-working."

Vera laughed: "Hill, the strict hierarchy just means that ordinary goblins are not allowed to enter the inner court where the queen is. It is a place where only recognized nobles can walk freely.

But that is where the gods are after all, and they can choose what kind of dependents follow them.

No one will care about anything else.

Human beings always use their own ideas to judge other races. Don't listen to these strange rumors. "

Hill has understood.

The reason why there are so many rules in Shade House is because the goblin gods chose to bring all the goblins who are willing to leave Toril into the Kingdom of God.

But the gods still have to be separated from the ordinary goblins.

There are still some dimensional gates in the outer courtyard of Shade House that are connected to the interior of Toril Forest, and sometimes there are always humans who enter by mistake.

The legends he heard were all traces of these humans relying on their own imagination.

Hill nodded: "The honey pots are in the cabinet near the window in the garden side of the study. Vera can get them by herself.

I have given you permission to exchange the things there as long as you like. "

Especially some of the silk handkerchiefs he just bought from the magic ships of the Shoulong Kingdom. These are made of silk spun by a kind of magic silkworm from the Shoulong Kingdom. Although the price is a bit expensive, they are really beautiful. Brilliant.

Hill thought that the little flower fairies might like to use silk handkerchiefs to make clothes.

After Vera entered, she actually let out a shout of surprise, and quickly rushed out to call her companions who were also carrying a bunch of small bags to hurry over and take a look.

Hill quickly floated out a small table. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. The first reaction of the little flower fairies was to throw their bags to him.

Hill, who was listening to the shouting and drinking over there, suddenly paused before walking in: Why is there a male flower fairy crowded inside?

No, is there a boy in the Little Flower Fairy?

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _