Although Brutus has no previous memory, according to common sense, a foreigner cannot just jump out of a stone. He must have brought necessary food, drinking water, a change of clothes, and even armor and weapons.
Brutus and the mayor looked at each other, waiting for Lorenzo's answer.
The village chief replied slowly: "Of course, your luggage is at my place. You can come and pick it up from me after dinner."
"Actually, I think I can go now." Brutus picked up a piece of bread and walked quickly to the village chief. "I think you can also arrange a place for me. I can't always live here, um.
,In the medical room, right?"
The village chief looked into Brutus' light blue eyes and nodded, "Then come with me."
"Marcus, do you want to come with me?" Brutus turned back to Marcus and asked. He didn't know where Marcus's house was. If he didn't take Marcus with him, he would be looking for Marcus.
It depends on luck.
But thinking about it carefully, Marcos should also ask the village chief about the location of his new residence. But bringing a child will undoubtedly avoid some potential troubles.
"Okay, Mr. Brutus." Marcus picked up the tray and followed Brutus and Lorenzo.
The village chief Lorenzo's home was not far from the medical office (or barber shop). The three of them only walked for two minutes and arrived at the door of the village chief's house.
The village chief's house is not much different from other houses in the village, except that there is a half-person-high courtyard wall outside the house. It is just an easy matter to climb over.
Lorenzo pushed open the courtyard door and the three of them walked into the courtyard. Brutus looked around and saw nothing but weeds and dirt.
"I left your things at home. Wait a moment and I'll go in and take them out."
"Okay, I'll bother the village chief." Brutus didn't care that the village chief didn't let him in. If he didn't let him in, then he wouldn't go in. Waiting outside for a while was not a big deal anyway.
After the village chief entered the house, Brutus asked Marcus in a low voice: "Does the village chief live alone?"
"Yes, Mr. Brutus." Marcus replied in a low voice, "The village chief's wife passed away a few years ago, and his son is still serving in the viscounty."
Brutus nodded, indicating that he understood.
The two just waited for a few minutes before Mayor Lorenzo walked out of the room carrying a beautifully crafted backpack and handed it to Brutus.
"All your things are here. I saw that some of the clothes inside were damp, so I took them out to dry for a while."
Brutus took the backpack, opened it and took a rough look at the items inside: "Thank you, village chief."
"Your residence will be arranged first - well, let me think about it...Marcus, I remember there is a vacant house near your home, right? It should be Pansy's house."
"Yes, village chief. Brother Pansy said two years ago that he wanted to go out with the caravan and see the world, but up to now he has not even sent back a sealed letter."
"This guy always makes people worry." Lorenzo complained, "Then Brutus, you can live there first. I think you will have to waste a lot of time just cleaning. You can work late.
The day begins again. Marcus, you take Brutus with you, and if there is any missing furniture, go to the warehouse and get it, but remember to keep accounts."
"Mr. Brutus, please follow me."
On the way, Brutus and Marcus whispered about teaching children to read. After some discussion, the two decided to do it at Brutus's house, and the time was set after lunch.
That was when the weather was hottest and people were sleepiest. Most of the adults were resting, but the children had more energy and didn't need to take a nap, so they could divert some attention.
Pansy's house and Marcos' house are very close to each other. They are located at the south end of the village and less than 50 meters away from the river on the east side of the village. It is very convenient to get water.
Pansy's house is visibly poor. There are overgrown weeds outside the house, some even reaching Brutus's knees. The wooden door looks shaky, and few wooden windows are intact, but fortunately the overall
The structure seems to be fairly solid, at least not in the category of dilapidated buildings.
"Sorry, Mr. Brutus, Pansy's house has only undergone basic repairs since he left the village. It has not been maintained since Uncle Charlie, the carpenter, was called in last winter."
"Um, it's okay." Brutus didn't seem to care much, but looked a little optimistic, "If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come. But if this happens, the cleaning work will really waste a lot of time. But.
, there is a very difficult question, can you do carpentry?"
Brutus himself definitely couldn't do it. As an industrious nerd, if he could do carpentry, he would have to wonder who was wearing whom, so he had to count on Marcus.
"I'll ask Marvin later." Neither can Marcus, but at least he knows who will.
Brutus carefully pushed open the dilapidated wooden door. The flying dust in the room made him cough. He waved his right hand in front of his face a few times, then squinted his eyes and looked into the room.
Everywhere was gray, and he believed that if he took a step inside, he would be able to pick up the dust that had accumulated on the floor for an unknown period of time. Fortunately, at least the furniture in the room seemed to be in good condition.
Brutus closed the door, took a few deep breaths of fresh air outside the door, and then said to Marcus: "Take me to the warehouse to get some cleaning tools first. I think I have to spend the rest of the day today.
It’s time to clean the house.”
Before dinner, Brutus managed to clean the house, at least to the point where it could be inhabited. Since he was no longer an injured person, naturally he could no longer enjoy the benefits of having meals delivered to him, so he followed him for dinner.
Marcus went to Lindsay's mill to get it - of course, pumpernickel bread, and a few sticks of dried fish.
Brutus seriously doubted that sooner or later he would choke to death on his pumpernickel bread...
He sat on the bed, opened his backpack, and checked the items inside: two sets of clothes, the workmanship looked good; a water bag, he tried shaking it, and the water inside was emptied; a sheathed dagger, he pulled out
Later, I discovered that there were exquisite patterns on them; of the two books, one had "Regional Geographic Map" written on the cover, while the other had no logo on the cover.
Brutus first opened the "Regional Geographic Map", which contained maps of various places. However, judging from his little geographical knowledge, the workmanship was quite rough. Without reference objects, he wanted to rely on it.
It would be a dream to not get lost on this map.
But he still gained something. This book at least recorded the location of Laxius Village, and when looking at the top of the map along Laxius Village, the names of several towns were clearly marked.
After opening another book with no label on the cover, Brutus's first impression was that it was a manuscript, but the more he read, the uglier his face became.
It records the specialties, general population, and construction conditions of each town it passes through, and between the lines is mixed the distribution of troops, the location of military camps, and the roads suitable for large-scale armies to pass through...
Now Brutus felt like he was carrying a sparkling buff on his head: the Walking Half Million.