it's the last meal

Dwarves are more popular than cat girls, they are good at blacksmithing.

Although most slave owners can't make these dwarves submit even with collars.

Otherwise, dwarves who are good at blacksmithing can be sold at a higher price.

And ten gold coins, the merchant already made a profit of half.

"Alright."

Ten shiny Normandy gold coins were quickly counted out and handed over to the merchant.

"Your esteemed Lord, may I know your name?"

"If you have any special needs, I will keep an eye out for you."

Clark was indeed very straightforward.

He didn't have much airs, and looked like a next-door big boy.

 the merchant did have the idea of making friends.

"Williams. Clark."

After the brief introduction, Clark put a Normandy gold coin into the merchant's hand.

"If there is any special news, then please keep an eye out for me."

"Of course, special races as well."

Seeing Clark casually gave him another gold coin, the merchant quickly showed a pleasant smile.

"Of course, esteemed Lord Clark, Harold is always at your service."

Harold's evaluation of Clark went up another notch.

This is a generous and sophisticated noble.

...

The escort of the slaves was handed over to the horse groom Ervin, and Clark walked back slowly with Alice.

Nobles should pay attention to their reputation, so he couldn't share a carriage with the slaves.

But not letting the slaves walk back was Clark's bit of benevolence as a the earth person.

Clark was a bit absent-minded.

Looking at the barren territory, he was thinking in his mind what methods could make it less barren.

Soon he got a perfect answer.

That is, there is no way.

He is just an ordinary the earth person, not a big shot in engineering, nor a master of mathematics, physics, and chemistry.

In addition to being able to see through other people's talents, he doesn't even have much combat power himself.

"Young master, you are becoming more mature."

Clark, who was lost in thought, showed a puzzled expression.

"What I mean is, you are becoming more like a qualified baron."

"Just bought a few irrelevant slaves, but gained the friendship of a slave merchant who has been all over the place."

The once brave and good at fighting Lord Hank was disdainful of dealing with merchants.

Clark didn't know how to explain his own affairs to the little maid.

In fact, if the little maid Alice could become his political officer...

It would relieve a lot of his pressure.

But in this world, apart from princesses and noble ladies.

Ordinary women have almost no status.

Many jobs that can make money or stand out are undertaken only by men.

"Alice, do you want to be a political officer?"

But Clark doesn't care.

Let Alice, who is one hundred percent loyal, become his political officer.

He has no psychological burden at all.

Alice's beautiful eyes widened, and she seemed to find it a bit unbelievable.

"Young master... is it that Alice's maid work is not good?"

As she spoke, her eyes were already a bit red.

Clark didn't quite understand Alice's way of thinking.

"Ah... of course not."

"I just think you might have a talent for this."

"So I want you to give it a try."

Alice suddenly lowered her head.

"Alice doesn't want to be a political officer, she just wants to stay by the young master's side."

Clark didn't say anything more.

If Alice was unwilling, he certainly wouldn't force her.

Although he did feel a bit regretful.

...

It has been several days since the slaves were bought back.

Today Clark arranged them at a table.

Alone at his own table.

Knight Duncan at a separate table.

Preparing to enjoy a delicious lunch.

Clark's dining table is quite wide.

Although the territory is barren, it still maintains the minimum standards required by the nobility.

Although no one will suddenly come to visit, it is necessary to avoid the sudden arrival of nobles causing a decrease in one's reputation.

Today's dish is stir-fried rapeseed flowers with white bread.

Plus a big bowl of potato soup.

Clark took a small taste, the taste was a bit bland.

It's not that the cook deliberately made it so light, but because salt and Sichuan pepper are considered luxury goods.

Usually, consumption needs to be carefully calculated.

And these things on the table, which are ordinary on the earth, have now become a luxurious lunch for the nobility.

It is indeed considered luxurious for a baron.

Knights can only eat wheat cakes or bran cakes.

And the common people or even slaves eat even worse, cold and hard black bread or some unknown wild vegetables.

The black bread is really hard, and it can't be swallowed without cutting it with a knife and mixing it with water.

It can be used as a weapon in summer, let alone winter.

"Eat, why not eat?"

Clark took another bite.

He looked at the others at the other two tables, they were all looking at each other.

Clark sat at the largest table, followed by Knight Duncan, and maid Alice.

The smallest table was for the slaves, Anna, Green, and Erica.

Duncan and Alice were fine.

These slaves who had just been bought by Clark obviously did not look good.

What is this for, are they going to die after being bought?

These foods all seem to be the standard of the last meal, right?

Why is this noble lord eating with them? Although not at the same table.

But the nobles should not be so kind to them.

Faced with Clark's favor and kindness, the slaves first thought about whether this was the last meal.

And Knight Duncan had no idea what the lord was thinking.

As a noble, eating with a maid and a knight is actually quite impolite, although not at the same table.

Not to mention with the slaves.

But there are no outsiders, so it's okay.

But no matter what, since Clark has done this, as his knight, Duncan can't say much.

He just silently picked up the spoon.

Maid Alice was more natural, she had lived with Clark for so many years.

In her heart, she did not just regard Clark as a baron.

It's more like a childhood sweetheart.

Among the three slaves, it was the dwarf Green who reacted first.

Anyway, they are going to die, so they must eat more.

He quickly finished the white bread and rapeseed flowers in front of him.

He drank up the potato soup in one gulp.

He wiped the grease at the corner of his mouth, and his bright eyes looked at Erica and Anna who had not started yet.

As if to say, if you don't eat, I will eat for you.

Anyway, it's the last meal.

Anna was not polite, no matter what, she always had to fill her stomach first.

But the timid Erica, seeing everyone starting to eat, began to nibble slowly.

Clark nodded with satisfaction.

And waved his hand, asking the cook to bring another meal for the dwarf.

Erica's complexion has improved a lot, when she was bought back, the poor little cat girl was unconscious in bed.

In the end, a priest was invited, and after spending a few gold coins, Erica was barely cured.

Although Clark was very distressed about the gold coins, as the future pillar of Clark, he would never be stingy on such expenses.