The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

In winter, it gets dark very fast!

It's not evening yet, but it's nearly dark.

In the small village of Nisai, Mark was on his way home.

William lit bonfires at some key locations in the village, bringing some light to the small village of Nisai in the dark night.

Mark walked in the dim light.

He had just come back from warming himself at the cowherd's house.

Both families have a child who serves as the captain of William's guard. The same status gives them a lot of common topics.

However, this was something that Mark would never have dared to imagine a few months ago.

His family is just a poor family, while the cowherd's family is an "upper class family" belonging to the small village of Nisai.

Although this "upper class" in Patras has always been a joke.

Recalling the past, Mark had a dreamlike illusion.

If William hadn't arrived, Mark wouldn't know, where would their family be now?

"Thank you Lord Lord! Thank you for his kindness!" Thinking of this, Mark couldn't help muttering again.

In fact, it wasn't just him. Many families in the small village of Nisai expressed gratitude when they mentioned their lord William!

Especially after William led the guards to defeat the lizardmen who invaded for the first time, this kind of gratitude reached a peak!

Even the wild folk slaves, though William made them into slaves, fed them and had a warm lodging.

Unlike before, although they have freedom, they live hard!

Compared with the two, the wild slaves cherish the present life even more!

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The ground was covered with snow, and when Mark stepped on it, there was a snow-white footprint, which felt soft.

The bitter winter wind made Mark's teeth chatter a little!

Mark couldn't help wrapping his Fox fur coat around him tightly.

It was the kill of his proud son, Kerry Mark, while hunting in the woods.

The meat of Fox Fox was a bit unpalatable, but the Mark family was not picky eaters, and all of it went into the stomachs of the family.

And the fox fur coat was made into a fur coat by his son, the tailor Budd, and given to him to keep out the cold!

"What a filial son!" Mark thought with relief.

He didn't want to wear it at first, and wanted to use it for his son, but Kerry said that during the shift, the lord forbade them to wear other clothes and could only wear the uniforms they were issued.

If you violate it, you will be punished. If there are too many times, you will be punished heavily, and you may be kicked out of the guard.

Mark was frightened by these words, and he said quickly, "The words of the lord are important! The words of the lord are important!"

Then with a half-push, he accepted the fox fur coat with joy in his heart, and wore it to work the next day.

Everyone said, "This is a leather jacket my son gave me. It's extremely cold."

"What? Who is my son? You don't even know who my son is?"

"Kerry! Kerry Mark! That's my son! He works for the baron, and is a small captain in the baron's guard."

"That's right! It's not worth mentioning! It's just a small captain! It's just a small captain! There's nothing to say!"

"Look! The one in front of the guard standing guard is my son!"

"Yes yes yes! I also think he has worked a little hard! But this is serving the baron, and this is the glory of our Mark family! No matter how hard we work, we will not cry tired! Besides, the safety of the village depends on them Guard! A little bit of hard work is nothing!"

"How can our respected baron work so hard!"

"Thank God,

Thank you for bringing us a wise lord! "

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Mark used to be relatively silent, rarely speaking, and his face was full of wrinkles from the burden of life.

But now, he has become much more optimistic, talking about his son whenever he meets, smiling more, and even the wrinkles on his face seem to be much less.

Although many villagers felt sour in their hearts, "Hmph, didn't you just become the team leader? People who don't know think they took over the position of Master John? What's there to be proud of? It's just luck! If it was If my son is here, hehehe..."

Although they disapproved in their hearts, these villagers who looked down on Mark in the past had no choice but to agree with the old Mark on the surface.

But even so, it was enough to make Mark's face bright and his heart flutter.

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Although the small village of Nisai has expanded a hundred times, the former fields are wrapped in the city wall.

But apart from the construction of many shacks in one area to house wildling slaves, William did not build a house.

The villagers still live in their original huts, almost unchanged.

The small village of Nisai used to be so big, even if the cowherd’s house was relatively far away from Mark’s house, it didn’t take much time.

Not long after he came out of the cowherd's house, Mark came to his hut.

Through the leak, Mark saw the light inside the house.

I didn't think it was anything before, it was already an excellent thing to be able to eat enough.

But now, Mark, who just came back from the cowherd's house, felt that his house was a bit small.

The cowherd's family has three thatched huts and a cowshed, but their family has only one thatched hut, and all seven members of the family live in it.

Even now his son Kerry Mark no longer lives at home, but lives together with other members of the guard in the house provided by the lord.

But it is still a bit cramped for a family of six to live in a thatched hut.

"After winter, it's time to expand the house. After all, the children are grown up, and it's time for Kerry Mark to marry a wife. There are already many villagers saying hello to him. Let him live in a house with his family , It’s a little inconvenient after all.” This thought arose in Mark’s mind, and he became more determined.

Thinking of this, Mark pushed open the door, and saw his thin wife and four children in the middle of the room at a glance, roasting around a red clay stove with rosy faces.

Honeycomb coal is burned in the red clay stove, and a clay pot is placed on it.

The earthen pot was not covered, and Mark saw some lavender meat strips cooking in the earthen pot, sizzling.

A unique fragrance permeated the whole room, making Mark's stomach growl when he smelled it.

Only then did he realize that he was a little hungry.

The sweet porridge I ate at the cowherd's house was exhausted in chatting.

At this time, a gust of cold wind came in with wind and snow, and the flames in the red clay stove were blown wildly. Mark's wife hurriedly shouted, "Close the door!"

"Oh!" Mark was taken aback, then reacted, took a step forward, closed the door, and used the stones next to it to block it.

"The lizard meat has been cooked, and I'm waiting for you to come back for dinner! The children have been waiting for you for a long time!" Mark's wife said again.

"Okay!" Mark replied lightly, and walked to the stove.

His child spontaneously made room for him.

Mark sat next to his wife.

A wave of warmth hit her, and her whole body was warm.

Mark thought to himself, this is happiness.