[Cooking Experience +1]

[Cooking Experience +1]

[Cooking Experience +1]

...

Until evening.

Lynn finally walked back toward the castle, his steps heavy and his body weary.

He passed through the Red Brick Houses and returned to the castle.

Welcomed by Kuisi, Lynn sat at the head of the dining table.

Looking at the array of delicious and fragrant dishes on the table, his mouth watered.

Compared to the food from the canteen, the meals prepared in the castle’s kitchen were clearly more exquisite.

Even so, to Lynn, the canteen’s food was still quite good.

Barley bread made with fine salt, dishes stewed with pieces of meat, along with various vegetables grown in the fields.

Rich in nutrients needed by the townsmen after a day’s work!

The key point is that the food was rich in oil and fat!

If the townsmen didn’t consume enough oil and fat, they simply wouldn’t have the energy for intense physical labor.

Such a life, though not as luxurious as the Lord Nobility’s,

was still much more generous compared to other Free People and their past lives.

Having three meals a day, each with meat, was not something ordinary Free People and Peasants could dream of.

Under the service of Kuisi and the maids, Lynn began to enjoy his dinner.

After dinner, he washed away the grease and sweat from his body.

Lynn applied a slight force with his arm, holding Janet tightly in his embrace from behind.

Allowing the softness of Janet’s backside to press against his front.

...

Under the night sky.

Outside Morgan Town, on a gravel road interspersed between harvested fields,

several cavalrymen in armor, holding reins with their right hand and torches with their left, rode their horses along the road.

Despite the late hour,

there was a bright silver moonlight illuminating the harvested fields.

At the front of the cavalry team,

the patrol captain had already removed his helmet, enjoying the night breeze blowing from afar.

Cool, with an earthy scent.

It woke up his somewhat drowsy body.

Patrol captain Dorian glanced back, noticing that several soldiers looked almost identical to how he felt moments ago.

Dorian couldn’t help but frown and spoke to the four,

"Keep your spirits up! We’ve just started patrolling, and you’re already getting drowsy?"

"If you’re feeling sleepy, stop and wash your face by the river."

"It’s okay to patrol slowly, but if you let your mind wander and something goes wrong, that’s a major dereliction of duty!"

"You all know there have been unknown cavalry sightings near the edge of Morgan Town..."

Upon hearing Dorian’s words, the four initially nodding off soldiers straightened up.

"Yes, Captain Dorian."

Dorian acknowledged with a word, not continuing further.

His warning to his soldiers needed only to be brief.

Too much detail would only make them annoyed or resistant.

It’s better to directly inform them of the stakes.

As for what to do, even without him saying, these four soldiers would know.

This was his little trick to get along with his subordinates.

As expected.

Just as Dorian said,

when the horses reached a small creek,

the soldiers reined in their horses, dismounted, crouched by the side, and began splashing creek water on their faces to stay alert.

Dorian’s eyebrows slightly raised.

His gaze swept around the surroundings.

In the harvested fields, only the roots of the plants remained.

A large area of untouched barley swayed non-stop in the night breeze.

Like waves, rolling layer upon layer...

Looking further into the distance, apart from the dimness, nothing unusual could be seen.

Dorian felt a slight relief in his heart.

As a night patrol team, he naturally hoped that everything was normal.

At the outer bounds of Morgan Town where they currently were,

should anything arise, their squad of five light cavalry might not even have the chance to return alive to deliver the message.

A few minutes later.

Dorian glanced at the four soldiers by the creek and spoke,

"Just wash quickly, why dawdle?"

"There are still several points we need to patrol!"

Hearing Dorian’s urging, a young man grinned, baring his white teeth.

"Captain Dorian, why don’t you join us? This creek water is really refreshing!"

Another man echoed, "Yeah, it’s not like anyone’s here in the dead of night, why not take a bath?"

"Wearing armor every day in such hot weather, I feel like I’m getting all smelly!"

The other two also chimed in: "Yeah, Captain Dorian, you should wash up too?"

"Or why don’t you wash first, while I keep watch on patrol?"

Seeing their eager faces, Dorian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

After another quick survey of the surroundings to ensure nothing was amiss,

Dorian said to the four, "If you want to wash, do it quickly, wash up and continue patrolling!"

Receiving Dorian’s affirmative response, the four’s faces broke into more apparent happiness.

They all answered in unison and quickly began undoing and removing their armor,

preparing to bathe beside the creek, less than a meter deep.

Watching them remove their armor pieces, revealing robes and pants nearly soaked with sweat,