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Elena's territory

Chapter 7 Charcoal

Word Count: 1179    |    Released on: 24/09/2024

ne after another. Before the rainy season officially begins and winter sets in, I

and unlike the houses built by the slaves, there's no wooden framework. With

Alistair asked. He couldn't u

, enjoying it thoroughly, and

me and asked patiently

It's wood that

od to make wood th

stair, "More or

ed, "What is char

on into a spongy solid. Wood is a good thing! It can be made into furniture, and it can be burned into charc

nd Alistair lis

ching me the whole time, so I said a little embar

smiled, the simple room seeme

r looked into my eyes intently. He's so beautiful; those e

n my mind, "Form is empti

r Clest, "Want some? With honey. The cook

ry expensive. This bit of honey was bought by the former lo

eet smell and a soft, glutinous texture, making it a delicious foo

ng forward to seeing wha

to make beds, and even when it rained at night, the houses stayed dry and warm. They

had laid himself. He shared the house with a f

d us make ro

; even a child co

! We get two meals a day, and t

live like thi

the entire house with straw, and all the women and children slept together. When the children

at they made were useless things, they did it enthusiastically. The dwarves would carve the wood into various sha

leaky, damp corridors! In the past, slaves could only sleep in the fields, so the servants felt sleeping in the corridors w

ed the thoughts o

tter than servants, he also felt that a qualified

ervants, "Living in the castle is an honor for you! If you don't want to live

der the steward's scoldi

any more complaints, I swear I will grant that perso

hunched their

dly and walked away wit

servants breathe a

ned, but she had heard others complain, so

d power over the kitchen and had a high status among the servants, "I want

is, she also sn

hey feared being kicked out of the castle. Once th

y. Slaves weren't even buried, and t

ad become very strange these past two d

t respect, mo

n't even dare to make any unnece

n daring to look up at me. Some of the younger servants

he steward, baffled. "I haven't don

eir thoughts have gone astray.

What th

finally want to gain freedom and

need to think about ho

and said, "They actually want to liv

... O

ow can they live in the slaves'

o myself, actually, I also want

ve in this damp, lea

am proud to live

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