I have a shelter

He rushed directly to the fire pit in the middle of the tavern and started searching. Although there was soup in the big pot, it was already rotten and covered with green hair. Moreover, some rotten food scattered on the ground had been soaked by the rain, and it was hard to tell what it was. It was inedible.

The sound of rain was rustling, and there were several noises from the door, and there were bursts of low roars. George looked over there and went behind the bar to search.

Finally, he found a dried black sausage in a jar. This black sausage was not rotten or moldy, but there were many tooth marks, which should have been gnawed by mice. When he took it out, there were still a few cockroaches lying on it.

After shaking off the two damn bugs, George stuffed the sausage into his mouth and swallowed it greedily, almost choking himself to death in happiness. It was not until he found a bottle of wine in the wine cabinet in a panic, tore off the wax seal and the wrapping cloth, and drank a few mouthfuls before suddenly breathing a sigh of relief.

‘Ah, much more comfortable’

At this moment, George felt as if he had regained his life.

After having something in his stomach, George felt a little more powerful and had the mind to think about other things.

There was a sound in the room, but nothing rushed out. This made him curious.

After patting his half-full stomach, George still felt very hungry. He picked up the hammer in one hand and the bottle in the other and walked over there.

The house that had been making noises was actually the storage room and kitchen of the tavern. He remembered that there was a fireplace in the innermost part, and the cellar was down the stairs. But now the things in it were scattered all over the floor, and a thin figure was stuck between the overturned cabinets.

It was like a refugee trapped in an earthquake.

There were several pools of black blood near it, which should also be zombies. It seems that there were not only this zombie here, but after the fog dissipated, even the zombies with clumsy legs and feet crawled away, leaving it alone here.

The approach of human smell made the zombie even crazier. It pushed a chair that was pressing on its upper body and almost pounced. But the cabinet that was pressing on its lower body prevented it from succeeding. It could only stand there with its teeth and claws.

George raised his head and looked at the dead face. A fragment of memory emerged in his mind, which made him suddenly shout in shock.

"Little John?!" George blurted out.

Little John was actually only a few years younger than George. And there was a small word in front of his name just because he was the son of old John. And this father and son were the owners of this tavern.

The zombie obviously didn't recognize him. It was not interested in the food scattered on the ground. It seemed that it only wanted to eat this person. After George made a sound, it swung its body wildly and almost lifted the heavy cabinet on its body.

Looking at the familiar and strange face in front of him, George couldn't help but sigh.

This zombie seemed to be his childhood playmate, and he had also been his knight squire. It can be said that the relationship is quite close.

"Hey, I haven't been back for so many years, I didn't expect you to have grown so tall. I remember you used to follow me around when you were a kid." After saying that, George took a sip of wine. He saw that little John's eyes had turned ice blue, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Fuck you!"

The hammer hit Little John's cervical vertebrae hard, and the zombie's body twitched twice, and its mouth creaked twice, and then it stopped moving.

Looking at this completely rotten childhood playmate, George wiped the tears from his face, exhaled deeply, and took another sip of wine. He felt that the curse and angry hammer made him feel comfortable.

Although, this is not in line with the grammar here, and the pastor should not curse casually.

Putting away the hammer, George's hungry eyes looked at the black bread and black sausages on the ground, squatting there and gobbling them up.

The dry and hard black bread made his teeth sour, as if he was chewing hard wood. The dried black sausage was also salty and smelly, but George felt like he was tasting a delicacy.

After filling his stomach, George felt that the panic in his chest finally disappeared completely. He knew that the food had not actually been digested and the nutrients had not entered his body. But the fullness of his stomach gave him a great sense of security and happiness.

After taking a breath, George came to John and rummaged through his pockets. Little John has always been in charge of the tavern's accounts, and he must have something and a key on him.

"Little John, don't blame me, you can rest here first. I don't know how long my brother can live now. If I don't die tomorrow, I will find time to bury you."

Now I really don't have the mood and physical strength to do anything else. He is cold and tired now.

After finding the key and purse, George looked at the purse and was slightly stunned.

This money should still be useful. St. Wilmik's Cathedral is in the south. According to his diary, it has not been affected by the disaster. The currency should still be useful.

At least it was possible to fool those ignorant guys - in this era, ordinary people had never left their territory in their entire lives, and in the midst of war and disaster, those who were capable were willing to collect gold and silver.

Thinking of this, he picked up everything and put the food on the ground into a linen bag. Heading towards the tavern's fire pit.

He didn't want to go to the cellar yet, because he was afraid that he would feel despair when he saw the situation there. Because usually only wine is placed there. So let’s leave some thoughts for myself first.

In addition to black sausages and brown bread, this big bag contained a lot of potatoes and sweet potatoes, which was enough for him to eat for ten or eight days. Therefore, he decided to visit other houses after the heavy rain stopped.

There are various signs that it is indeed safe within the confines of the shelter. Those monsters don't seem to like to step into places without fog.

But maybe I just don't like it

After dragging the bag back to the main hall, George, who felt a little tired, took some firewood and lit the fire pit in the middle.

After sitting on the chair, he warmed himself by the fire and listened to the heavy rain outside and the light rain inside. His whole body was warm and he actually felt a little happy.

He shook his head and laughed at himself. He looked at the firewood in the fire pit in front of him and felt confused.

Yes, what should we do now?

Just when he was in a daze, a line of words suddenly appeared in the fire: [You took back the tavern in the shelter]

George was a little surprised that these words seemed to appear after lighting the fire pit. Then, before he could think about it, a few more lines of words came out of the fire.

[You have recaptured the first building of the shelter, but what you don’t know is that there is actually a good thing hidden under the fire pit]

[Your shelter already has a tavern. The fire pit in the tavern is warm, and it's raining heavily today. Maybe it will attract some lost adventurers - but you may need to count on the gods. 】

【Recruit your first follower quickly and let them help you guard and build a shelter. And from these followers with different talents, you will also be able to learn more. 】

[Followers currently available for recruitment: 1 (In this shabby tavern, how many more people do you want to recruit?)]

After seeing these words, George almost rolled over from his chair into the fire. I accidentally knocked all the potatoes in the bag into the fire pit.

He didn't have the mind to care. At this moment, only this word flashed in his mind: farming?

‘What does this word mean? Why did a feeling of hope suddenly arise in my heart? ! ’

Without any time to think, George quickly picked up the stick and rummaged under the fire pit. When the stick hit a foreign object, he took it out.

It was a scroll, its appearance was old and rough, and it seemed that it was not afraid of fire. It looked no different from my father's rolled-up map. But George saw a line of notes from above:

[Scroll of Sanctuary (Acting Lord Edition)]

After opening the scroll, I found that the paintings on the map could be enlarged and reduced according to my wishes, and I could observe the buildings on the map from a god's perspective. Although most of them were hidden in the fog, I could still vaguely see them from the names of the outlines. There are many houses in the villages and towns, and further away, including the mills on the southern outskirts, the vineyards on the northern slopes, the monasteries on the southeastern hills, etc. are all listed one by one.

In addition, there seem to be many red dots floating on the map.

I couldn't figure out what those red dots were, but the little golden ball of light in the tavern seemed to be me.

When he stared at the small golden ball of light, some notes appeared in front of him.

After zooming in, he could see the words clearly.

[Character: George William Austin]

[Title: Baron (don’t doubt it, according to your father’s will, after he leaves the territory, you will be a baron regardless of whether he lives or dies). Function of the title: nice to hear (Do you still expect this title to be of any use? Baron, the polished commander?)]

[Position: Priesthood (Singing Class Trainee Pastor)]

[Physique: 1.2 Wisdom: 0.2]

[Vitality: 6/6 (Physique*5) Mana: 2/2 (Wisdom*10)]

【Skill:

[The mantra hymn that I haven’t quite understood yet (Part 1) ‘Holy Hymn lv0’: It currently has a slight purifying and anti-inflammatory effect – praise your god of protection! 】

[The Mantra Hymn I haven’t memorized yet (Part 2) ‘Chastise in the Holy Name lv0’: Now you can’t use this move to ‘punish’ your enemy at the critical moment, but if you move the statue in your hand It might be possible to knock the enemy on the head with a brick-like sacred book. 】

[Inspiration lv0: Or it would be more appropriate to call it a liar, because although you often call yourself a god, you actually have no faith and are simply a god! But you seem to have a pretty good tongue. After all, you have received nine years of compulsory education and have been in the church for a few years. It’s no problem to deceive the illiterate fish-lip people in the outer world - so, can this ability really be regarded as a skill? 】

[Specialties: 1. Wheel mallet; 2. Smashing walnuts with bare hands; (Don’t be disappointed, you learned this in the Holy See, but at least it makes your body stronger, right?)]

[Comprehensive combat power: 2 (Compared to those refugees who are about to starve to death, you, a well-nourished noble, are actually pretty good)]

After George saw this, he felt a sudden roar in his head and waves of dizziness.

"I'm a fucking retard!"

"But it seems I haven't eaten walnuts for a long time."

After a pause, George thought: 'Well, this wisdom should actually have nothing to do with IQ. It should refer to the power to control mana. But why is it not called magic or sacred power, but mana? I'm not a master! ’

Simply because the rain hadn't stopped and his physical strength hadn't fully recovered yet, George took the scroll and studied it carefully.

At this time, he observed that there was a line of small text notes on the upper right side of the scroll map. After zooming in, those words appeared in front of him.

【Shelter】

[Condition: Seriously damaged]

[Lord (acting): George William Austin]

[Buildings: Castle (severely damaged), tavern]

[Divine grace: 0/1 (the place shrouded by divine grace is under shelter, which can dispel the fog, purify the land, and allow evil spirits to retreat - the base of divine favor can increase the scope of the shelter, and consumption can reveal 'miracles')]

[Resources - Food: 1 Wood: 3 Stone: 20 Metal: 0 Magic Material: 0]

【Hero:0/1】

[Residents: 1/300 (unbelievers/believers, unable to provide divine grace recovery and basic divine grace)]

[Heroic Spirit (Guard): 0/0 (Needs Cemetery/Temple of Valor, can consume Divine Grace for transformation)]

[Servant of Heaven (Artisan): 0/0 (Needs Cemetery/Temple of Valor, can consume Divine Grace for transformation)]

And at the bottom of this note, there is a line of bright red words.

[‘Shelters are at stake’—you should have seen those red dots, 67 in total. The light of the shelter at night can't stop many monsters, and the monsters are wandering around, just waiting for dinner at night]

George broke out in a cold sweat! !