Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Ron glanced out the window, but luckily it was still daytime.

The attribute of this purple entry can be said to be very powerful, but this 'special constitution' is a big problem.

He glanced at Abel, then brushed off the entry again. If Abel was turned into an indistinguishable monster because of the powerful attributes of the words, it would be a blasphemy against Abel's loyalty to himself.

There are too many uncertainties when writing entries for people, and there are countless types of entries. There are all kinds of strange things. Not everyone is as lucky as Sig.

Ron continued to write entries for Abel, and Abel felt very strange. During these few hours, he could sometimes feel an inexplicable power suddenly emerging from his body.

This power comes and goes quickly.

Such feelings happen from time to time, with irregular intervals and cannot be measured.

And just now, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind. It seemed that he could become a woman.

Soon, this thought disappeared, as if it was his own imagination. Abel threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind, knelt down and waited for the lord to give him strength.

As time passed, Ron withdrew his hand from Abel's head. He frowned and could see that the result was not very good.

In the end, what was painted for Abel was a relatively good blue quality entry.

——[Solar Power Bank (Blue): You have amazing endurance, and you can quickly replenish your physical strength by absorbing sunlight. It can also be stored in the body as backup energy when not in use]

This entry was only for Abel's use temporarily. Ron felt that he was having a bad day, and he would give Abel a better one when things change someday.

"That's it for today, I'm a little tired." Ron waved his hand and asked Abel to leave.

Of course he will not be tired if he is energetic, he should always show off.

"Lord, are you okay?"

Abel said with concern that if giving power would harm the lord, he would rather not give up the power.

"It's okay, just take a rest." After Ron said that, he stopped talking and closed his eyes.

Abel was doubtful and exited the room. Ron didn't tell him what kind of power he had been given, and he didn't dare to ask.

If he asked, it would seem a bit distrustful and eager for power. On the other hand, maybe the lord wanted him to explore this power by himself, so that he could master it more deeply.

Abel walked all the way out of the inner courtyard and headed towards the training ground. He thought to himself that since the power given to him was in his body, he could channel it out during training.

When he walked through the corridor and was bathed in the scorching sun, Abel suddenly paused. He clearly felt the difference at this moment.

My physical condition quickly reached its peak, my spirit became full, and I felt no trace of fatigue.

This is my power?

Abel thought about the previous battle with Sig, and he didn't know the tired monster at all. Could it be that Sig was given the same power by the lord?

Yes, that's for sure.

Thinking of this, Abel smiled.

——

This year’s summer has been extremely hot, but fortunately Nancy has made a ‘consecrated cordo’ and enough rain has fallen so that there will be no problem with food.

The farmers in Arnold's territory all knew that they were indebted to the lord for their kindness, and they were grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

Mansion.

Eileen delivered popsicles to several people in the mansion as usual. Nancy and Theresa had already delivered popsicles, and now they were going to Joyce.

When she quietly looked around and pushed open the study door, she found Joyce lying on the ground unconscious.

Seeing this scene, Irene was frightened.

In Joyce's room.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. White." Ron thanked the herbal expert White.

"My lord, Baron, your words are serious, but it's just a small effort."

White said sincerely, "This young lady is not in any serious health condition. It's just that the hot weather and excessive thinking caused heatstroke. She will recover after a while of rest."

After speaking, White left the room.

After seeing White off, Ron turned around and came to Joyce's bedside. Looking at the sleeping Joyce, he felt helpless and a little distressed.

Ron had reminded Joyce many times to rest and asked Eileen to deliver popsicles, but this still happened.

At this time, Irene came in with sweet soup and placed it beside the bed so that Joyce could drink it when she woke up.

"You did a good job this time."

Ron praised him. If Erin hadn't acted quickly, Joyce would have been in danger.

Irene shook her head, with a worried expression on her face, "Master, I just heard Mr. White say that I just discovered that many people in the mansion have suffered from heatstroke recently, but the problem is not as serious as Sister Joyce's."

".I was terrified when sister Joyce passed out."

Eileen chattered beside her, just like when Ron first came to this world. The difference was that at that time, Eileen spoke in a brisk tone, but now she spoke with worry and fear.

"It's okay. Just stay here with me and let Joyce have a good rest. Don't worry about anything else."

Ron patted Erin's head gently and walked out of the room.

study.

Diana knocked on the door and came in. Ron was waiting for her inside.

"Lord Lord."

Ron nodded and asked straight to the point: "I heard that some of the maids and attendants suffered from heatstroke? Is this the case?"

Hearing this, Diana's heart tightened and she replied: "Yes, because the matter is not serious and I'm afraid of disturbing you, so"

This kind of thing happened in the past years, when Diana was not the head maid. She experienced it personally and also suffered from heatstroke.

As long as there are no dead people, the nobles will generally not interfere, let alone bother about it. Everything will be resolved by the maids and attendants themselves.

These are the rules brought by class.

Ron interrupted Diana and said: "I don't mean to blame you. You have done a good job. You are taking care of the affairs of the mansion alone. I know this very well."

The source of the information——Irene, who usually thinks about it casually.

At the desk, Diana pursed her lips slightly, lowered her head and listened silently.

Ron continued: "Rules are important, but as rule makers we must know how to adapt."

"For example, we can customize two sets of maid clothes and attendant clothes, one for summer and one for winter."

"This way we won't break the rules and no one will suffer from heatstroke."

Although these words were brief, Diana deeply understood the meaning and said: "Please rest assured, Lord, I will arrange this matter."

"Well, if you run into any trouble, you can come to me. It will be the same in the future, so go ahead."

Ron waved his hand, Diana bowed and then exited the study.

As Diana walked, she was thinking about new clothes. This thing is simple to say, but very difficult to do well.

Maid clothing and attendant clothing are made of the same fabric. This fabric is a low-end fabric commonly used among nobles. It is different from common people and nobles. It is specially used to make clothing for servants.

This kind of fabric is more comfortable to wear, but it is not breathable, which is particularly problematic in hot weather.

So Diana needed to find a suitable fabric for summer clothing.

"Maid maid, I heard that you were summoned by the lord. Is it related to Joyce fainting from heat stroke?"

At this time, Rosalind came forward and asked with concern.

"Is this what you should ask? Also, Joyce is Miss Melitoya's teacher now, you must respect her."

Diana scolded sternly.

Rosalind smiled and agreed. She had figured out Diana's temperament and knew that the head maid was a sharp-tongued person. In her eyes, observing the rules was the most important thing.

Seeing Diana frowning and looking unsure, Rosalind asked, "What's bothering you? Maybe I can help you."

Hearing her words, Diana did not look down upon her. Despite her young age, Rosalind was very smart and learned things quickly, and her abilities were recognized by Diana.

After Diana pondered for a moment, she told her that she needed to customize two sets of clothing for the maids and attendants of the mansion.

Rosalind's eyes flashed, this might be an opportunity!

She said: "Maid maid, leave this matter to me."

——

The war between Alfred Territory and Eugene Territory fell into a tense situation. The fighting between the two sides escalated. Many people from both sides were affected and forced to flee their hometowns.

Even the Arnold Territory has heard a lot of rumors that Alfred Territory will be defeated.

Expert Alfred who heard about this immediately told Teresa who was living in the Baron Mansion.

"Miss, what should we do? Nothing will happen to the master, right?" the maid who sneaked over cried.

"No, don't think too much about it."

Teresa pretended to be calm and concealed her inner uneasiness. She ordered: "Tell the others to let them complete Baron Arnold's affairs with peace of mind. The Alfred family values ​​credibility most and must never do anything that harms the family." .”

She was afraid that those who were loyal to the Alfred family would return directly to the territory regardless of the obstruction, which would be bad.

Then Teresa thought about her status as an exile and laughed at herself: "Now that things have happened, how can I have the face to mention the family's reputation?"

"Miss, please don't say that. No matter what, you will always be the eldest lady of the Alfred family. We are all loyal to the master and you."

The maid looked serious and continued: "Before we came, I was given separate instructions by the master. You may not know that my coming was arranged by the master."

Teresa glanced at her and said calmly: "I know, not only me, but Baron Arnold also knows, but he didn't expose it."

The moment she saw the maid, Teresa knew her father's intention. Over the past few days, she had been wondering why her father sent her to the Arnold Territory. There was something she didn't know about it.

From being annulled by the second prince, to being exiled, to going to war with Count Eugene, all of this seemed to be driven by a pair of hands.

Being able to send the maid over to see her, Teresa knew that her father did not hate her, but more like a kind of protection!

After this guess appeared in her mind, Theresa became even more confused.

Hearing what her young lady said, the maid was shocked and said, "I'll tell the young lady what you said."

After watching the maid leave, Theresa sat for a while, got up and walked towards the study.

"He should be in the study at this time."

Ron's activities in the mansion are not large, either in the vegetable garden, the front yard, or the study.

If you look for it in these places, you can always find it.

In the study.

Because Joyce was still recuperating from heatstroke, Ron resumed handling the government affairs of the territory after a long absence.

He didn’t expect Theresa to come all the way to find him.

The first thing he said when they met was, "Please Baron, please help Alfred."

At this moment, Teresa felt uneasy in her heart.

Ron raised his eyebrows slightly. He was the lord of Arnold, and he naturally knew from his servants that the current situation in Alfred's territory was not optimistic, and there was even a possibility of defeat.

He spoke slowly, "Miss Theresa, how do you want Arnold Territory to help?"

How to help?

This is an issue that requires careful consideration.

The war between the two territories competed on the bravery of the knights; the competition was on the weapons and whether the equipment was sophisticated; the competition was on whether the rations were sufficient; the competition was on the pharmacists and whether the medicines were sufficient; and it was also a competition on the financial resources possessed!

This is a battle of honor between Marquis Alfred and Count Eugene. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere, so providing manpower is not allowed.

Since Theresa is here, of course she is prepared. She took a deep breath and said: "On behalf of the current Marquis Alfred, I would like to purchase 300 pieces of weapons and armor from Lord Arnold, Baron!"

There would be a loud rumbling noise near the mansion every morning. Even if she didn't want to pay attention, Teresa naturally knew that the middle-aged man who looked depressed was a rare summoner.

The huge stones summoned every day are taken to the blacksmith workshop not far away to refine high-quality weapons and equipment.

This process made Teresa amazed and amazed by Ron's fantastic ideas.

From the conversations of the servants in the mansion, she learned that the man who lived in the blacksmith workshop was a skilled blacksmith, and everyone called him Master Hadyi.

The weapons and equipment he forged were highly sought after by the knights in the mansion, and even Lord Ron praised them.

If Alfred's knights had access to weapons and equipment forged by this master, winning the war would be easy.

After listening to Theresa's words, Ron was impressed by her intelligence. Purchasing weapons fell into the category of financial competition and did not violate the rules.

"Can."

Ron nodded, "I promised the Marquis to help him when he was in trouble, so let's use it here."

Although it is a purchase, Ron certainly will not set the price very high. And because the weapons made by Hadyi are of extraordinary quality, several times better than those sold in the most famous weapons store in the capital, they will not be sold cheaply.

Teresa knew this very well and said with a dignified smile: "I thank you with sincere gratitude, Lord Baron."

"I will write a letter to my father to explain the situation. I believe Alfred will send someone over to have formal discussions with you soon."

Finally, Teresa made a beautiful curtsey, "Then I'll go down and get ready."

Ron put down the paperwork, stood up and left the mansion, heading towards the blacksmith workshop.

Just as he got closer, an invisible wave of heat hit his face. Ron frowned and saw Hadey in the pavilion outside the workshop, holding Jeff's shoulder and drinking wine.

He walked over and knocked on the table, "Stop drinking, there's a big order."

Hearing this, the alcohol in Hadey's eyes disappeared and he said with clear eyes: "Big order? What kind of one?"

Ron held up three fingers.