I have a shelter

The food in the cafeteria is good. In theory, vampires can actually eat all food except garlic, but they can't absorb energy. And because many people have not eaten solid food for many years, their stomachs have not been functioning properly for a long time, so they often vomit at first.

But gradually, everyone got used to it and could finally eat like a normal person - although it has no taste, it makes people happy when eating it.

It is said that after detoxification, their sense of taste will also return. You can even get some energy from certain things.

As a civilian, I have never tasted such good-looking food before.

In fact, everyone ate swill at first - because the man (Wolpe) said that vampires cannot eat any food (the adjudication team once used this reason to clean up and arrest the blood descendants of various nobles) .

The big lord believes that slaves naturally eat these things.

But according to Hathaway, this is a problem caused by the disease, and blood elves and vampires should not be lumped together in a "black and white" way.

Just because it tastes like chewing wax does not mean you can eat shit.

Finally, under the appeal of Sister Hathaway, the great lord made a decision and let the residents vote. And when the residents discovered that the things they threw away were actually fed to these poor 'slaves', the residents couldn't help but think of the time when they were slaves.

In the midst of that overwhelming vote, the food finally improved.

During that time, Dan once said to himself: "In the past, monks might feel a little ashamed when they had leftover food. But now they feel like they are committing a sin."

Since then, in just one day, there have been no more leftovers in the shelter—in fact, there are now slowly starting to come back, but the residents purchased some pigs from Guxi. So those things were secretly carried out by the monks to feed the pigs.

Theresa didn't know why the residents were so kind to them. At the beginning, the residents were a little indifferent to them, and some even became hostile because they misunderstood their identities.

And the residents’ ideas have always affected the great lord.

Only a small number of monks, headed by Hathaway, were willing to care for them from beginning to end.

But now, there are more and more people who are good to them.

She had asked Dan about this. Dana said this: "Many of us were once slaves. Even sinners, bandits, robbers, and wanted criminals. The asylum can accept us and change us. We believe that it can also change you."

Others say this is a sanctuary. Anyone who can enter here is recognized by the light of dawn. The light of dawn represents the will of the people, and the people it recognizes are the people recognized by the people and should be protected.

They seem to like to refer to the Seven as the Light of the Dawn

Teresa discovered that the residents of the sanctuary also firmly believed that the Light of Dawn/Seven Gods were born from the will of humans.

Teresa never understood the difference.

While thinking, Teresa's plate was filled up unconsciously. She woke up with a start and quickly secretly put some back. You know, you must eat all the food put on the plate, otherwise you will be looked down upon by everyone.

She found an empty seat, occupied another seat with the wooden cup filled with wine, and then searched the monks with her eyes, her heart beating faster and full of anticipation.

Not long after, the 'annoying Miss Angel' from the same group came first.

As usual, Miss Nasty sat in her seat and ignored herself. Usually I don't bother to talk to her, but today it is different.

"Angel, can you be nice to Laura? You should know that there is no difference in our status here." Theresa said while stirring the oatmeal with a spoon.

"Shut up, Teresa! That pariah smells bad and is even more annoying to me than you. Also, stop being pretentious here. If you like her, why don't you sleep in her upper bunk? I do it every day I can smell her stink!" Angel whispered to Theresa with a look of pain on his face: "It smells like those dogs I raised in the bed!"

"Angel, you're going too far!" Theresa said, glaring at Angel.

Angel wanted to retort, but couldn't help but glance around. Then she glared at Teresa fiercely: "Dan will be here soon, I warn you not to talk nonsense! Otherwise I will tell him that you wet the bed the night before yesterday! Let him laugh at you, a sixteen-year-old Big girl!”

Teresa was shocked by Angel's shamelessness, but she believed that this shameless girl could definitely do such a thing!

After glaring back at Angel fiercely, Teresa stopped talking and started eating in small bites.

Angel complained softly: "Using Black Pearl red wine to pair with porridge and mashed potatoes is simply something that the most vulgar nobles can think of!"

"Otherwise, what should I do with it?" A tall and thin monk, wearing gray linen clothes that had been washed a little bit white, and looked very clean, sat here. He looked at the two girls with his sun-like eyes, and the smile on his lips was as warm as spring. Teresa can't help but secretly fantasize about the taste of spring

The only thing that's a little annoying is that he always likes to cover one side of his face with his long hair, which looks weird.

But still can't hide his charm

She blushed and took an egg Dan handed her.

After Dan finished pulling out the egg, he handed another one to Angel. This caused Angel to look extremely hard at Theresa who wanted to get the egg.

However, she has always been the most courageous. She doesn't want to be unable to speak when she meets certain special people. It's just that her words never go through her brain.

Sure enough, she answered Dan's question.

"Today's wine is the red wine from Purple Flower Manor. A wine of this taste should at least be paired with something like 'Priswan Charcoal Grilled Steak' or 'Baked Snails with Vanilla Sauce'!"

"Oh, Angel." Dan nodded and said with his eyes widened: "You made me greedy. I also want to eat such good food."

Teresa knew that Dan was telling a lie—just look at what he ate every day, which was always water and brown bread. Moreover, his life is also extremely regular. This kind of self-discipline once made the spoiled Miss Angel doubt her life.

Except for grasshoppers, he would never touch any other meat.

Angel continued:

"There are actually a lot of good things. Steak and snails may be a bit too far for our remote country - the beef and snails nearby are very average. But the 'Black Lake Sweet Shrimp', 'Manxue Cream Mushroom Soup' and 'Black Pearl Stew' Baked silver cod is actually not bad. These things are actually easy to get in the valley, and one dish only costs less than a piece of silver fish. Of course, as the son of a shoemaker, you may not understand what these things are, and you will think that they are very delicious. Luxurious." Angel waved his hands while boasting, and his arrogant and ignorant look made Teresa curl her lips fiercely.

Teresa couldn't help but said: "Angel, you really should go to the castle to be a cook.".

"Thank you, Teresa, then I must be the chef." Angel raised her head and said, "And I will definitely bring you with me - you can help me clean the kitchen fireplace."

(Cleaning the hearth is generally one of the most menial and laborious tasks in a castle.)

"I am a cobbler, not the son of a cobbler, Angel." Dan nodded, tore the brown bread into a bowl of water, and corrected him.

"Shoemaker? Then your father must also be a shoemaker. So I must be right to say that you are the son of a shoemaker." Angel pretended to be very smart. Teresa couldn't stand listening anymore. She felt that this spoiled young lady had still not corrected her bad habits, and sometimes she even talked nonsense, unable to recognize her current sensitive identity, and said very annoying things, even those that did not know whether to live or die!

But Dan never seems to get angry, and he never seems to be offended by what others say. He shook his index finger and said: "No, no, no, Angel. My father is not a shoemaker. According to the lord, I am called a first-generation entrepreneur. Entrepreneur, have you heard of it? This is a very Glorious title, maybe I will open a shoe store in the future.”

"Oh~ Come on, Dan then continue to make more shoes?!" Angel covered his head and started talking nonsense again: "Oh my Seven Gods! Do you know how despicable these jobs are?! Dan , you are a monk! If you want to make money as a monk in this world, why can't you do something like running a winery or spices? You can also be a blacksmith or a baker (baker is a very respected profession)! People will look down upon you if you do this kind of work!”

Teresa stepped on Angel hard under the table to signal her to stop talking nonsense. However, the guy actually stepped back with one foot, and stepped on it twice!

Dan didn't seem to care about these words. Instead, he shook his head after hearing these words, pretending that he wanted to educate the two girls again.

"This is not a humble job. If there were no shoemakers, wouldn't everyone have to walk barefoot? I think the job I chose is very good. It allows everyone to have shoes. And everyone should have their own It’s the right thing to do, even if you’re very rich, because it reflects your self-worth.”

After tearing off a piece of toast, Dan continued: "Even a priest should not hang around in the church all day long with clothes to eat and food to eat. In addition to voluntary labor, he should also find other things to do. ——Angel, the belief in the light of dawn tells us that we should be diligent and diligent. Those monks you have met~I am afraid they have long forgotten the belief in the Seven Gods~are not serious monks.”

Teresa couldn't help it anymore and said, "Angel, I saw you were so happy when you were turning over straw yesterday. I didn't notice you doing anything menial."

Angel blushed after hearing this, and while tapping his empty wooden cup with a spoon, he said: "My father sent me here to experience civilian life. You can work with me, you You should feel honored!”

After speaking, she gritted her teeth and glared at Theresa.

Teresa covered her head. She suddenly realized that Angel was still dreaming that his father could take her back.

"I feel honored, Angel." Dan nodded and said seriously: "Including Teresa, I am also honored to work with you. I feel very honored for every additional worker in the shelter. , because we are all working for the future, but, Miss Angel, you should change your clothes today."

At this point, Dan stopped talking.

Angel looked at the brand new lace court dress on her body, and said with mockery in her eyes: "Maybe I should take my hat too. I heard that my father spent a lot of time on those black swan feathers. I can't let it sit there and collect dust. By the way, what work are we going to do today?"

Dan ate the last piece of black bread crumbs, drank the water in the bowl, and wiped his mouth: "Picking manure."

Looking at the balls of linen that Dan took out from his arms to stuff his nose, Angel fainted from the chair.