I have a shelter

Obviously, after the God of Shelter discovered that he had more followers, he assigned him some special daily tasks - to fulfill the strong wishes of some believers. This God of Shelter seems to care about his people very much.

'How much does this move God? Are you a little too idle, God of Shelter? You also care about this kind of wish? You don't want me, this stupid dog, to help him deliver love letters, do you? 'George widened his eyes, feeling like he had eaten a fly.

'But, can you really do something like delivering letters? 'George touched his chin and found that although this wolf looked stupid, it did give him a special feeling. It was like those heavenly servants and heroic spirits, it was a unit directly under the shelter. In this way, like the heroic spirits, it was directly assigned to it, and the shelter could command it to complete some tasks.

'Of course, forget about the crappy thing of delivering letters. I'm not as idle as you! For this branch you gave me, I have more important things for it to do! '

George directly ignored the sand sculpture task. He looked at other things.

There is a daily task that he has been thinking about for a long time.

After double-checking, he found the thing he just saw:

[Rat Infestation: Ever since humans learned to farm, they have been fighting against these creatures. And now, your shelter is also facing this problem. ]

[Explanation: Rats have become a disaster, and since the people have food, they don’t seem to have the habit of catching rats. In any case, if there are no rat teeth marks on the food in the shelter, the people will not only sing praises to the meritorious people, but also have more and more "hope" in their hearts. ]

[Reward: Merit +1, God's Grace +1. Current completion status: 0/50. This task can be repeated. ]

"Hope? Hope again. Can the people get God's grace if they have hope in their hearts? Shouldn't this thing be linked to faith?" George shook his head, a little confused, and stopped guessing. After all, his boss's style of doing things has always been mysterious.

"Hey, damn, '0/50' is considered completed once, and it can be repeated?? How many rats are there in this shelter?!"

The locusts in the field and the rats in the territory have always been George's worries.

It's okay for them to eat some food, but he has to watch these proteins walking around in front of him all day long, which makes it difficult for him to sleep at night.

Since those children began to be keen on catching grasshoppers, George has been less worried. But there has been no suitable solution for those rats.

If the rats are poisoned, it is obviously too wasteful of the poison and the protein. After all, the rats are already so fat.

Guardian beasts, which are inspired things, can understand the will of God like the servants of heaven. Under the operation of the shelter scroll, they can be easily assigned.

When George pulled the name of Ersha to the task, the wolf swooped and went to the two houses next door where food was stored.

"It can catch pheasants so well, these mice shouldn't be a problem for it, right? Oh, I wonder if this stupid dog can do it." George scratched his head and muttered, turning his head and just happened to meet a pair of cautious eyes behind the kitchen door.

Rona had been observing behind the door for a long time. When the lord led the wolf in just now, the girl was scared to death. After finding that the wolf seemed to be very obedient, she became very curious again.

The lord's gaze made Rona come back to her senses, grabbed the rag in her hand, and continued to work - pretending to be very busy.

This girl always cleans the house first and then cooks. Now the pot on the fire pit is about to steam. Obviously, she has finished all her work long ago.

'Although this girl looks crazy, she is quite good at pretending in front of the leader. ' George touched his chin and thought for a while: 'It seems that if there are wolves in the territory in the future, I have to tell the people in the territory. It doesn't matter if it scares the children. If the wolf is beaten, my magic power will be wasted. ’

Not wanting to play a prank on the stinky girl who hadn’t washed her hair, George swaggered into Rona’s room and rummaged through her bottles and jars.

He picked out the poisonous ones according to the knowledge about medicinal materials recorded in his notes. Then he went to the storage room to get a few bottles and jars, and two pestles. He returned to the fire pit and started grinding.

‘Among these colorful mushrooms, some are strong hallucinogens, and some contain deadly neurotoxins. I don’t know who this girl wants to poison, collecting so many dangerous things! ’

While George was working on these things, he glared at the girl fiercely. He found that the idiot was peeking at him pitifully, as if he had stolen someone’s sweetheart.

This made him both amused and angry.

"Do you know that the brighter the color of these mushrooms, the more dangerous they are? You actually hide them as treasures?"

George's question was not answered, as if he was facing the air.

But he has gotten used to it.

Because of some stuttering, Rona always keeps silent if she can.

In fact, George is still quite curious about this little girl. Especially her strange abilities and the fact that she can read.

Some time ago, he had asked the old blacksmith about Rona's origins. According to Old Duke, when they fished her out of the river, Rona was not so tall, just a half-grown child. Her behavior was no different from the silly girl at the west end of the village, and she obviously had not received any special education.

And in the villages upstream of the river, no one would be able to teach anything.

But witches often know a lot of things by nature, and as they grow older, they will know more and more. Some witches may not be able to read, but when they see words - even some illiterate ghosts, they can clearly understand the meaning. The old blacksmith is literate and has some books. She may have learned it secretly.

As for those herbs and other strange things, witches are born to classify them, and even know how to boil them into what kind of things - of course, sometimes they are not very accurate and throw some things in randomly.

George was thinking about it, but he did not stop the work at hand. When he came to his senses, some poisons and paralysis powders had been prepared.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had not read the notes.

‘I just noticed that the notes on these herbs are very detailed! ’

He quickly took out the scroll and looked up some knowledge about herbs. He found that although there were not many things recorded on it, the content was far beyond his notes.

At this time, the notes on the herbs were not only revised, but also became more detailed and accurate. Even what kind of toxins they contained and how much damage they had were revealed one by one.

George put down the scroll and stared for a long time. Then he began to classify the herbs in an orderly manner.

In the process of work, he gradually found that there were indeed a lot of things in those jars that were wrong - although the general categories were not wrong, they were not as accurate as he distinguished.

This made him feel proud, and he looked at the barmaid with a mysterious face and said: "Rona, do you know that I am actually a powerful wizard - if you come and rub my shoulders, I can teach you something."

These words blew past Rona's ears like a breeze - not at all.

She continued to work, turning her back cleverly.

But the last glance she gave the lord was like looking at a fool.

"I warn you, Rona! If you don't wash your hair today, I will throw you into the river - aren't you afraid of getting lice?!"

The threat of the lord didn't work at all. Rona wiped her hair here and there and hid back in the house cleverly.

Seeing this scene, the lord covered his forehead and expressed great indignation at the lion-headed waitress who refused to eat.

'I have to have someone wash your hair today'

After George ground several bottles of medicine, the outside gradually became noisy.

The people who had been busy all morning had already started to prepare to make a fire and cook. And the lord also stood up.

Daily food distribution has become a necessary task for him. Although there is enough food now, the black-hearted lord still distributes it unevenly. It just ensures that those people who can work can eat well and eat strong.

‘There are fewer and fewer lazy people now. Some people are working overtime on their own initiative, and some people are more active in working than eating! This makes it difficult for me! ’ Seeing those people who came back late, George thought so in his heart, and added two more spoonfuls of dry food to those hardworking guys.

‘Let you eat more, so that you can work more efficiently. ’

After receiving the food, the people did not start immediately, but waited for the lord to finish his work and prayed with them before the meal.

During the prayer, George specifically explained the matter of the ‘holy beast’. In his mouth, the sacred beast was sent by God to deal with the rat infestation for the people. In addition, don’t get close to the wolves in the fog. Because only those in the territory are harmless.

After lunch, George called the old blacksmith over and asked if there were any obedient and strong women in the village.

"My wife is, sir! She will definitely satisfy you - although she is over 40 and a little old, she can still give birth"

"Stop, stop, stop!!!" George felt more and more that something was wrong with Old Duke's words. He waved his hand to interrupt him, and his nose was wrinkled and deformed.

He really didn't understand why people in this era like to give their wives away!

"I asked you to find someone to give Rona a bath! Listen, sneak into the tavern while I'm not in the house in the afternoon, and don't say it was me who asked you to do it - hasn't your wife always been very concerned about Rona. Just say it was her attention. In addition, the girl has some strength, it's better to find two people." George said: "Remember, wash her well, especially her messy hair!"

In the whole village, only the old blacksmith's family treated Rona, a child who grew up eating at many people's homes, better. Later, something happened in the village, and the old blacksmith's family felt a little guilty. His wife often secretly sent Rona some food.

So, it is estimated that the bathing thing should be very smooth. Although Rona was very reluctant to take a bath, her arms were no match for her thighs - the blacksmith's wife's arms were thicker than her legs.

"This child has been wasting her life like this. Don't worry, Lord, 'Stia' (the old blacksmith's wife) will take good care of her." The old blacksmith looked disappointed: "Your bed is so clean, this girl doesn't even know how to clean herself!"

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George waved his hand weakly and told him to leave quickly.

When George returned to the room, he found that the tavern was in a mess!

'Isn't it possible that I was robbed? ! '