Chapter 51: As long as you accept that I am a writer who fails to write, I will be invincible.
Lilia woke up rubbing her eyes, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and went to wash up yawning.
She had practiced the palace meditation a little late last night, so she didn't get enough sleep.
“The interior of the first floor is already finished, and the second floor will only take about ten days to complete.”
Lilia brushed her teeth and silently estimated the progress of her palace meditation method in her mind. "I should be able to build the house to the third floor before school starts."
It might be difficult to build the entire third floor, but at a minimum it would be possible to raise the height of the second floor.
Lilia wasn't sure whether her progress was fast or not. She was born and raised in the border area. Although she had been to school, her greatest connection with spellcasters was limited to a book called "Basic Meditation Method".
When I told my school teacher that I had developed the second level of palace meditation, the teacher was surprised. Not long after that, the admission letter from Winterhold School of Magic arrived.
I should be considered to have some talent, right?
Thinking that she was more or less the only one in the school who received an admission letter from the Winterhold School of Magic, she knew that she had talent. But in the capital, Fairhaven, there were definitely many more people with better talent than her, so her talent was naturally not worth praising.
Just like when she was in school, the teacher always praised Lilia for her talent and said she would definitely become a spellcaster. But in the eyes of her elder brother, Lilia's talent should be of average level.
In fact, Mo Cheng only knew that Lilia had talent, but he didn't know the details. After all, the people he had met were all players, and he himself was not a magician, so he had no specific idea of the spellcaster talent of the natives of the Kovale continent.
After washing up and having breakfast, Lilia worked with the people in Albert's House to make the shimmer ointment.
Lilia has always been a very sensible child. She knew that Mo Cheng had been busy these days, so she not only postponed her meditation time to the evening, but also did what she could in Albert's House.
I packaged the shimmer ointment with the girls, and after dinner I talked to the curious children about the scenery of the border and how they played in the wild.
Working on the assembly line was a very boring job, but neither Mrs. Brand nor the children complained or felt dissatisfied.
For the people in Albert's house, who had black bread with sawdust and gravel added to aid digestion on the dinner table a few days ago, and vegetable soup with less than a leaf per person in a bowl, the boring work in front of them was the source of their hearty dinner and life-saving herbs.
The children were thinking about the greasy broth in the evening, a meal that would fill their stomachs. The elders were also thinking about going to the chapel to pray after dinner. The timely herbs and the holy light in the hands of the gorgeously dressed and strangely named priest Mo Cheng not only cured their pain, but also made them more pious.
Mo Cheng, who was outside the room, watched everyone working attentively through the glass. He nodded and left with a satisfied look on his face. He knew that there was no need for him to do so, but he could not resist the temptation of the head teacher who was peeping through the small window at the back door of the classroom.
But when he saw that others were working hard, even the dwarf engineer Justin was part of the team rebuilding the house, Mo Cheng couldn't help but wonder if he should also work hard.
But this raises a second question: Is there anything he can do now?
The production line was handed over to someone else, and the engineering team took over the reconstruction of the house and it has also come to an end. Now only one of the Moreys is in the store, and the other simply went to watch the pottery workshop make the small pottery jars with prominent labels that Mo Cheng requested.
Because of the jailbreak, the Knights and the Law Enforcement Corps were busy looking for the fugitives, and they had no time to help Mo Cheng with the store. The only thing he could look forward to now was the orders from the Law Enforcement Corps.
“Boom boom boom…”
There was a knock on the door outside Albert's House. The sound of the heavy door being knocked reflected the fact that the person's arms were quite strong. Mo Cheng walked to the door and saw that the person knocking was a law enforcer in canned armor.
Seeing the door open, the law enforcer took off his helmet. He was the member of the law enforcement team who came with Edward to pick up the goods last time. "Father Mo Cheng, may I ask how much stock of the Glimmer Ointment you have now? We want all of it. This is the order."
Mo Cheng took the order, confirmed that the seal of the law enforcement group was correct, and said, "Wait a moment."
He turned around and walked to the warehouse where the finished products were packaged. He carried out nearly ten large boxes to the door and handed the recorded manifest to the law enforcer. "Two thousand bottles of [ordinary] quality glimmer ointment, and one thousand three hundred bottles of [high-efficiency] glimmer ointment provided to your law enforcement team. All the stock is here."
The law enforcer nodded and asked a few people to get down from the two carriages behind him and carry the boxes up. Mo Cheng took a look and found that they were all the people who came to collect the goods last time, and they were members of Edward's team.
"Why don't you see Knight Edward?"
"The Law Enforcement Corps and the Knights are having a meeting, and all captains are attending."
Hearing this information, combined with the order just given by the law enforcer, it was easy for Mo Cheng to guess some things.
Mo Cheng lowered his voice and asked, "Have you found the fugitives?"
It was clearly early morning and the fog had not yet faded. No one was passing by on the quiet street, but the law enforcer still tensed up instantly and looked around for a while before relaxing, "Captain, did I tell you about this?!"
Thinking of Knight Edward's character, the members of the law enforcement team couldn't help but shake their heads, and at the same time pulled Mo Cheng to squat together, and said in a low voice: "We have found the whereabouts of the fugitive, and everyone wants to arrest the criminal before the guys in the Knights, so Captain Margaret asked us to come here to prepare the ointment."
As if thinking of something, the law enforcer explained, " The captain is not usually like this, but before we found a cult den, in order to save the people who were captured as sacrifices, the captain led us to rush in. As a result, the captain's chest was dented, and we were also seriously injured. Fortunately, we had the Glimmer Ointment to hold on until the support arrived and no one died."
"If the captain hadn't distributed the Glimmering Ointment at that time, we would have been wiped out. All the members of the Third Squadron owe you their lives, Priest. If there hadn't been the Glimmering Ointment, at least half of us would have died with the healing potion alone."
Mo Cheng suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Knight Edward seemed to have a bit too much affection for him. It turned out that there was this matter behind it. The transaction between Carl and Captain Margaret needed to be kept secret, so the source of the glimmer ointment in the law enforcement group was something developed by a clergyman of the Church of Glory.
