Andrew's wish is to become a powerful warrior.
While others were playing and frolicking at a very young age, Andrew was already training diligently. Countless years of hard work have given him his resilient physique.
This unexpected illness left him quite weak.
The diarrhea treatment a few days ago almost led him to follow in the footsteps of the old lord.
Fortunately, although he is a bit weak now, his body used to be strong enough.
Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; he survived by relying on his savings.
A room in the castle
Andrew sat up in bed, and a young man quickly came over to help him.
He's much better now; the abdominal pain has disappeared, and his body has recovered somewhat, although his legs are still a little weak.
"What's your name?" Andrew asked the young man who was helping him.
"My name is Will, Lord Andrew," the young man named Will replied.
"Okay, help me out for a walk." Andrew didn't say anything more.
Although the territory was not large, Andrew did not know everyone.
But this young man named Will must know Andrew.
The two arrived at the castle's main hall. The weather was still a bit cold, and the fireplace in the distance was still crackling and popping.
At this moment, only Ed was writing and drawing on parchment in the hall.
Upon seeing the two approaching, Ed quickly said, "Andrew, are you feeling better? Come and sit down."
Andrew didn't stand on ceremony, because his strength simply didn't allow it, and he gestured for Will to help him sit down.
"Thank you, my lord. Your loyal warrior will continue to protect your safety and safeguard the lands of Gray Castle."
My sword and my life belong to you, like a shield protecting its master, until death do us part.
Your enemies are my enemies, your glory is my glory.
Ed was a little confused and only asked a few questions.
However, Ed was still quite emotional, realizing that he needed some help on his journey.
In every story, the protagonist is not fighting alone.
It was thanks to the help of many people that the protagonist was able to stand at the summit.
The protagonist has the right to have a panoramic view of the surrounding mountains.
But we must not forget the efforts of the supporting actors.
At this moment, Ed wanted to shout out, "May you restore the glory of knighthood!"
However, that statement is inappropriate here, as Ed did not say it.
"Master, the bread and soup are ready," Adelaide's voice came from outside.
"Yes, Adelaide, Andrew is here too. You don't need to send it to his room, just bring the bread and soup here so we can all eat together."
"Yes, yes, Master." Adelaide turned and ran, overjoyed.
Today's bread isn't coarse rye bread; it's the only bread in the castle made from a bag of wheat.
Wheat is planted after the autumn plowing, so it won't be available until next year. Furthermore, the yield is low, and it's not something you can eat whenever you want.
Moreover, the soup wasn't made with wild vegetables; it was made with meat, specifically mutton.
The master specially slaughtered a sheep to nourish Lord Andrew's body; the mutton in the soup was truly succulent and juicy...
Oh dear! I can't think about it anymore, my mouth is watering! The little maid can't wait any longer.
Looking at the bread and broth on the table, Andrew said in surprise, "My lord, this..."
He knew how precious these things were.
"It's alright, it's alright. Health is the most important thing. As long as you're healthy, you can plant and raise these things again."
Andrew didn't say anything more.
That night, Adelaide had a wonderful dream.
She ate delicious wheat bread and drank broth with mutton fat floating on top; the delicious mutton was simply irresistible.
The food on the table could never be finished.