Chapter 373 (1/2)

Chapter 373: A Clue at the Market

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Ferlin stood behind his wife and smiled gently as he watched her pick out pieces of meat from a stall.

There would always come a certain time when the look in Irene’s eyes became extra serious.

“Actually… every piece of meat is priced according to its weight, so you don’t have to spend so much time choosing.”

“That won’t do!” she said in firm rejection. “Although I know that you like lean meat, without the fat, the dish won’t have any flavor. A layer of fatty meat for every layer of lean meat will make the best ribs, and is also ideal for slicing and frying. I have to choose carefully.”

Ferlin laughed uncontrollably. “Fine, you take your time. I’ll go and buy a sack of wheat. The queue is quite long, so when you’re done, come and find me.

“Okay,” Irene replied without turning her head.

He shook his head helplessly and advanced towards the wheat stall in the Convenience Market.

Ever since snow started falling, Lord Roland had put up wooden sheds, which acted as wind shields, around the market. He also specially posted an announcement that even though it was winter, the sales in the market would not stop.

This implied that during the long Months of the Demons, Border Town would continue to be provided with a stable supply of food.

To the townspeople, this measure effectively granted them peace of mind.

Compared to the meat stall, the wheat stall was much more frequented by customers. A long queue was formed in front of the counter, while surrounding the queue were two patrol members wearing black uniforms whose task was to maintain order. In Border Town, they were given a unique name: “policemen”.

Morning Light had already gotten used to seeing all kinds of amazing initiatives by Lord Roland, and a change in name was nothing interesting. He also knew that the name “patrol members” was commonly associated with rogues and ruffians, and therefore changing the name gave a wholly different impression.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Eltek.” Someone in the queue recognized him. “You’ve also come to buy wheat?”

“Stand here with me.”

“Let me offer you my position.”

“No, that’s unnecessary.” Ferlin waved his hands and stood at the back of the queue. “Thank you.”

“You’re so popular,” A middle-aged man in front of him laughed and said, “the former First Knight of the Western Region indeed.”

Ferlin was slightly stunned. “You know about my past…”

“Haha, of course. This is no secret in Border Town.” The man touched his own chin and grinned. “My sons and daughters are highly fond of you. Ever since my eldest son, Nat, heard about your background, he can’t stop telling us how much he wants to become a knight too.”

“That’s all in the past.” Ferlin shook his head. “And His Highness no longer needs Knights.”

“That’s because we have the First Army.” The man said casually. “In the past, I wouldn’t dare to talk to you like that.”

Indeed, while he was still a knight of the Duke, most common folks did not even dare to look straight at him. The rumors about him were filled with words of not only envy and admiration, but more commonly, fear. The only person who dared to make eye contact with him, and who was able to speak straight to him without scruple about status, was Irene. The first time they met at a theatre, his heart found its home.

After being defeated and brought captive to Border Town, Ferlin originally thought that it simply entailed a change of the lord he worked for. He did not expect that he would become a teacher to many people and receive widespread respect.

The form of respect shown towards him was completely different from the old times when he was a knight. People no longer avoided him and instead came close to him. Compared with the respect shown by keeping a distance, it was the latter which made Ferlin feel more comfortable and satisfied.

Perhaps, I’m not suited to be a Knight.

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