Dear Broom Knight

Dorisk glanced at the crowd in the hall, on high alert, and frowned slightly.

After receiving training, everyone sat quietly behind the tarpaulin, peeling rabbit skins one cut at a time.

Everyone was very careful, because a mistake would directly result in a rabbit being deducted.

Moreover, these rabbits had already been gutted, so as long as they were careful, they could use a large knife to cut down the already split hole bit by bit.

After the rabbit meat was peeled out, a small knife would be used to clean the remaining meat on the rabbit skin.

This work was just a bit tedious, but if you were careful enough, there would be basically no problems.

Everyone was so cautious, it was impossible to tell who had a problem.

Sitting high up, Dorisk seemed nonchalant, but in reality, he was carefully observing.

However, although one-third of the hundreds of people were women, they were all the particularly burly type.

As Northerners who aspired to be knights, whether they had talent or not, they would do some training before the age of eight when they awakened their abilities.

Moreover, many people, especially civilians living in cities like the capital, rarely appeared as purely ordinary people.

There were always people who liked to bully the weak.

And ordinary people were at the bottom of society, unlucky people that anyone could bully.

So, young people basically practiced a few moves.

People who have trained know that even if they don't eat and drink heavily in the future, as long as they stop exercising, they will immediately inflate.

The broad shoulders and slender waist that had been trained would inevitably only leave a broad figure in the end.

Therefore, most of the middle and lower-class women in the North were extremely strong, and if they liked to drink a little wine, then...

Of course, these women were not fat, and each of them had a lot of strength.

Then, because Northern women had a higher resistance to cold, they would only wear a thin dress even in autumn.

Although the main body would be wrapped in underwear, the area from the shoulders to the front chest was basically exposed.

Dorisk could understand why the women selected by the Chamber of Commerce to do this job had a very uniform style... In order not to cause any misunderstanding for him, a close confidant of the king, the Chamber of Commerce managers would definitely not allow anyone who 'shouldn't exist' to participate.

Therefore, in this hall, there were basically no people who were just loafing around and taking money.

Also, if they committed a crime, there was a place to find them.

Generally speaking, work that required people to be careful was the type that would cause losses if you were not careful.

Women, even if they were careless at home, would lighten their hands when they thought of their children.

Moreover, they would inevitably worry about causing trouble for their husbands.

But single men were not like that, including old bachelors who had been single for decades... impulsiveness was almost synonymous with them.

With these people around, unmarried young girls must not come.

Even if the management was strict, problems would definitely arise in this kind of work that required people to stay together for a long time.

It's not to say that they would flirt with young girls in such a serious occasion... but if a few guys simultaneously displayed their masculine charm in one direction, the final result would definitely be a war to show off their masculine charm.

Perhaps this was just the nobles' contempt for the lower class, but... there were quite a few lessons from the past.

At least in this matter, Dorisk quite agreed with the conservative approach of these Chamber of Commerce managers.

Having been engaged in management work for many years, he knew very well that there was nothing to innovate in personnel management, and he could only try to avoid mistakes as much as possible.

Whether it was the handling of matters or the judgment of people.

He silently scanned the hall again... Dorisk was certainly not observing the male-to-female ratio of the lower class.

Even if the White Dragon King had entrusted the task of contacting Pat to someone else, Dorisk still had a little curiosity.

He knew Pat.

In fact, to some extent, Pat and his identities were the same.

It's just that there was no such thing as a civil servant behind the nobles, and various titles of stewards replaced it.

But in fact, everyone understood that Pat, who followed Yagris from battlefield to noble castle, was Dorisk's peer.

Moreover, he was a very outstanding peer in terms of work ability.

Dorisk would more or less care about Pat a little, but even if he tried harder, he couldn't find Pat among these ladies.

How did the agile Pat hide himself among these ladies who could fit one and a half of her?

Although Dorisk was expressionless, his heart had already gone through thousands of mountains.

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Although the Northerners had always been tough and capable, cleaning half of these rabbits was enough to exhaust these hundreds of people.

So, in the early morning of the second day, a rapid personnel change began in the hall.

This time, even fewer women were able to enter the hall.

There were also distinctions among the lower class.

To put it bluntly, in the North, as long as one person in a family could have a fixed job, even if the other could only do odd jobs, they could make a living.

Laundry women were indeed very hard.

But the men who could marry these laundry women would not be poor wretches who lived from hand to mouth.

However, the most feared thing for poor families was accidents.

Just losing a job was already the easiest problem to solve.

The Northern King's Capital actually had many odd jobs that could be done, although they were only barely surviving, they could at least live.

The most miserable thing was illness and death.

Of course, in lower-class families, illnesses that could be saved by spending all the family's money, or even owing a little debt, could still be considered.

For them, it didn't matter if they suffered for a while, but if it was the kind that would drag the whole family to death, the patient himself would not choose to continue living.

Therefore, there were really not many female poor people who could be brought in, and although these women in the second round were also married women, their physical fitness was obviously not as good as the first batch.

Dorisk pondered the Chamber of Commerce managers' rules for selecting people: women who had fallen to the point where they could only support their families themselves were definitely able to endure hardship.

They were not living for themselves... To put it bluntly, in the lower class, as long as they wanted to, they could definitely remarry.

Basically, all the women who were so committed to their families were for their children.

Therefore, Dorisk did not find it strange that the women in the first batch mostly persisted to the end.

The men who fell first were all men, and it was not until the middle that women began to put down their knives one after another.

The hundreds of rabbits taken away in sacks proved their efforts.

Although the women in the second wave were slightly weaker, they were obviously not the figure that Pat could disguise.

However, just as Dorisk was still trying to observe, he received a small note from Vance: Stop looking, they've already finished communicating.

Dorisk was in a daze for a while before he thought of a possibility that he had never considered: Pat, could it be that she disguised herself as a man to come in?

There were many men in the first wave who were doing hard labor.

It was the kind who waited outside the city or at the dock to take on jobs, helping people transport some heavy goods.

In order not to suffer from their flesh and blood, these laborers would basically add a half-length leather vest to their shoulders, only up to the chest.

If they wore enough, and padded it a little higher, then Pat could indeed blend in with these people... Grzal had always been a thin and tall figure, so their daughters were not shorter than 1.8 meters.

If she padded it 10 centimeters higher, 1.9 meters was not a big deal, but she could indeed blend in.

Dorisk had never thought about this, not because of the problem of women disguising themselves as men.

For a great knight, blending in with a group of men was not a big deal at all.

However, the most important problem for these laborers was that they didn't bathe.

Although when they entered this hall, they were sprayed with deodorant in the passage, and they were also required to wash their hands.

But, if she wanted to blend in with this group of laborers, she had to let those guys get familiar with her existence at least a few days ago, when the news came out.

Pat knew very well how many people were looking for her.

Although there were many people who were willing to do things for her, it didn't mean that these people would keep it a secret for her.

Someone would always bow their heads to gold coins, even if their hearts were full of guilt.

But guilt couldn't be eaten.

Therefore, she would definitely do things perfectly, so that everyone who saw her would think that this was an old friend who had long existed in their ranks.

And Lady Yagris and Pat were the cleanest female knights in Dorisk's memory.

Even on the battlefield full of bloody aura, they would find opportunities to clean themselves up.

In addition, with Yagris's Gale Wolf, the place where they were would always be the freshest-smelling place on the battlefield.

Pat like this would actually choose to blend in with the laborers?