With money and candy to clear the way, the Wendell family's impression of Brutus is at least better than that of a stranger, and what he wants to do next will be much easier.
Brutus glanced at where they were sitting and followed suit, sitting on the straw mat instead of choosing to sit on the wooden stool that Wendell brought over.
"You don't need to worry about my lunch. I already ate it on the way here." Brutus saw Wendell trying to hand him the only bread they had, and quickly refused, "I'm just here to inquire about something.
News, I will leave after a while, and I don’t want to disturb your lunch.”
Upon seeing this, Wendell withdrew the hand that held out the bread, broke it into three parts - his own part was slightly larger, and then handed the other two parts to his wife and daughter.
"Sorry, I'm kidding," he apologized to Brutus, and then started to swallow the bread with the cereal.
Brutus stretched his neck slightly and glanced into the wooden bowl. There was no cereal in the porridge, but there were a lot of grass roots and the like mixed in.
"Where did you come from?" He took out his notes and quill and began to record the conversation between them.
"The province of Taranto, south of the royal capital." Wendell finished the oatmeal in a few times and asked his wife to get another bowl for him. "We followed the crowd for several months from there, and when we got here we got stuck.
Talina couldn't walk anymore, so we settled here."
"Province of Taranto? Can you introduce it to me?" Brutus had no impression of this province. He seemed to have taken a boat directly to the royal capital area without passing through Taranto.
"It's a beautiful place." Wendell put down the wooden bowl he finished drinking from again. "The entire province is composed of plains and hills. There are many pastures. We Taranto people provide the kingdom with many war horses and pack horses."
"However, as the number of people increased, some pastures became somewhat deserted due to long-term continuous grazing. Therefore, the province of Taranto used a paper order to move those of us who did not have much property to the province."
"They said that as long as we move out, the place where we settle will give us a subsidy so that we can settle down." Wendell smiled bitterly, "Now as you can see."
"Are you citizens of the kingdom?" Brutus asked curiously.
Wendell nodded: "Of course, but there is a difference between citizens and citizens. Those like us who don't have much property and cannot provide equipment belong to the fifth level in the citizen level."
"I see, I understand." Brutus wrote down this in his notes, "By the way, I would like to ask, do your wife and daughter also have citizenship rights?"
"Of course, this is stipulated by the laws of the kingdom. I think you are not from Loma, otherwise you would not ask this question."
"I'm a Grisian."
"No wonder I feel that you are similar to the Gris people I met in Taranto." Wendell suddenly realized, "So that's the case."
Brutus asked a few more questions and then said goodbye to the Wendell family. They had to go into the forest in the afternoon to find ingredients for tonight's dinner, and Brutus couldn't keep disturbing them.
"Thank you very much for your help to our family." Wendell grabbed Brutus before leaving and put a wooden statue that could be held in one hand into Brutus's hand. "If you don't mind it, please accept it."
Get this."
"Is this a statue of some kind of god?" Brutus looked at the wooden sculpture in his hand. It was very delicately carved and the figure was lifelike.
"This is just a statue I carved for a noble lady when I was on the road. Unexpectedly, she left the team before it was finished because of some urgent needs, so I had to bring it here. I hope you don't dislike it, after all-" Wendell looked at it
I looked at my clothes that had been patched a lot.
Brutus thought for a while, took out a few more copper coins from his money bag, and then exchanged them for the statue in Wendell's hand.
"I wonder if you are interested in teaching some children and young people this carving technique. I think I might be able to find a good opportunity to make money."
"Of course." When Wendell heard that he could make money, he naturally agreed.
"But I have to ask, is this kind of technique common?" Brutus looked at the statue in his hand and felt that just from this, he could feel the expression of the noble lady when she was a model - she wanted to keep a straight face.
He acted like a noble, but in the end he showed a kind smile to the common people very hesitantly.
"I don't know, this is just something I practice for fun in my spare time."
Okay, let's redefine and practice... Brutus thinks that the workmanship of this statue is really good, and plans to go to the White Horse Chamber of Commerce to ask how the sales are.
"I will ask you later. If there is any drama, I will come to you again." Brutus looked up at the hay shed, then lowered his head and asked, "You should still be living here recently, right?"
"certainly."
"Okay, but I think if possible, it's best to reinforce it before winter, or find a sheltered house to live in. Although Taterto Town is very hot in summer and autumn, winter is a bit difficult."
"If possible, we will consider it carefully."
"Goodbye then, Wendell." Brutus said and left the hut, intending to go to other homes to continue investigating the situation.
But after walking around, he found that no one seemed to be found in the afternoon. It seemed that everyone was busy looking for food for tonight.
"Well, it seems we have to go to the White Horse Chamber of Commerce again." He shrugged, turned around and walked towards the town.
However, when passing through a bush, Brutus slowed down and placed his right hand on the handle of the dagger at his waist - his intuition was telling him that there might be danger again.
"If you cut down the trees, you won't cut them down completely. You will have to leave some disgusting patches." He looked at the woods warily. Although the trees here were not very high, they were very dense.
"Don't do it, don't do it." A man emerged from the bushes, "I'm just passing by."
Brutus felt a vague dangerous aura, which seemed to be emanating from the man in front of him, so he did not believe the man's words at all, but drew out his dagger and prepared to defend himself.
"Hey! Are you Wilsons so enthusiastic?" The man spread his hands to indicate that he did not hold any weapons. "I am just chasing the white birds, but I am always interrupted by you people."
"This is my identity certificate and official certification." He took out a document from his backpack and threw it over.
Brutus carefully picked it up from the ground, flipped through it quickly, and then threw it back.
"Now you know who I am." Benji took the document that Brutus threw back, "They said I was just passing by, and I was worried that you were a robber."
Brutus signaled him not to try to come up to him, and put the dagger in the scabbard: "Whoever asked you to hide in the bushes will inevitably make people suspicious."
"That's because you had a strong sense of danger." Benjie stuffed the document back into his backpack, "Hey, what's your name, are you interested in having a drink together?"
"Brutus, as for having a drink, forget it, I have other things to be busy with." Brutus waved his hand and continued walking in the direction of Tatto Town.
"Interesting man, maybe this time things will be a little interesting." Benjie showed a slightly sinister smile, and then suddenly patted his head, "Oh, my white birds..."