Keith spent the next five weeks traveling just for the sake of potatoes. On the way, he did forge so connections with so important people and thanks to his performance in the training camp, so people from the churches recognised him.
But that was where the good things ended. During his travel, he didn't waste any ti or energy and shot out his system seeds at everyone he saw. Thanks to this, he realised sothing important.
From the areas that belonged to three different nobles, there were two gangs that wanted to get their hands on Auberg district, but were unable to. Seeing this, Keith had both negative and positive thoughts.
'It's a good thing that Auberg isn't getting effected but I have a feeling that this shadow guy is the one behind it all.' he thought and shook his head as he got out of his carriage, 'Welp, I think he's too busy with the other gangs, so I can just relax until I get my new system created. Just four months more....'
He paid the driver and walked over to his house, feeling tired since the journey was pretty uncomfortable. He silently opened the door with the key that he had, but to his surprise, he heard multiple familiar voices from the living room.
"Aren't you guys supposed to be working right now?" he asked loudly as he closed the door before adding, "I'm back by the way."
Clara imdiately rushed out and latched onto him and Keith just hugged her back.
"It's Alia's birthday today so we all decided to co ho early. I promise that all of us road the streets like you asked us to, but lately we haven't been able to catch anyone. It's like the armors have lost their effects." she said, giving Keith the info that she thought was important.
Keith panicked slightly, but still nodded.
He had the ability to look at what people were doing, but he had his limits. He was rely a human and he couldn't keep an eye on everyone at the sa ti while also doing other things, like talking which was a simple thing to do.
"Alia's birthday huh? I still have to repay her for the gun she gave so I guess this is the best timing." he said as he pulled away from Clara before he walked over to the living room with her.
The trio were in the kitchen, using the oil stove that Keith had created. It would have been better if there was a outdoor kitchen since there wasn't any active ventilation in the room.
Alia still wasn't ho, but he knew that she'd be there in an hour or two.
"What are you guys doing?" he asked as he walked over and saw them boiling so at along with wheat flour.
Caleb used a long spatula to pick up so of the brownish red stew and everyone saw the at falling off of it, tender and mostly broken down.
"Sir, this is a dish that our orphanage used to make for us once in six months. They didn't put in a lot of at like we did in this pot, but it was very tasty. As for the na... I think they called it the Mutton Pottage?"
Keith heard this and nodded before pointing at the pot, "Is it done? I want a taste."
"Yes of course. We're just heating it up since the more it cooks, the better it becos." Laura said as she grabbed a bowl for him, but Keith shook his head and took a small spoon instead.
"This is fine." he said and scooped up so of the thick stew before blowing on it to cool it down a little. He then put the spoon in his mouth and he instantly knew that the thing in front of him is a flavour bomb.
It was almost perfect and Keith's mind went straight to find out what the small imperfection was and it didn't take him long to figure it out. The texture of the stew looked extrely dull, and Keith smiled at he looked at Caleb who was stirring the pot.
'This looks similar to the dish my friend used to send photos of, so let's try adding oil a little.' he thought and grabbed a ladle along with a small pot.
He filled the pot halfway with the stew and added in a generous amount of groundnut oil before he began to stir it. The fire below the pot was decent since it was an oil stove and it wasn't fluctuating too much. Discover hidden stories at empire
Minutes passed by Keith continued to stir until the look of the stew had beco "shiny". It now had an oily sheen, but it also looked more palatable instead of looking like dark brown dung. The at and wheat were not easier to differentiate and he was also able to see the small pieces of dried chillies in the stew unlike before where the dullness made it hard to spot the smaller things.
Keith then took a spoonful and tasted it before sharing it with the others, all of whom gave him a nod of approval.
"Great! Let's add so butter into it and the flavour will get even better than groundnut oil. I'll make sothing else on the side for her." he said and then looked at Clara. He knew that cake cutting wasn't a tradition in the world.
Instead, people had different ways of celebrating birthdays based on their financial standing. The people who earned less than three braks a week, would just go on with their daily life. To them, birthday had no aning and celebrating it was the sa as getting so well wishes from others.
Then there were people who earned from 4 to 8 braks and these people had so extra money to spare. This was because small houses cost only 1 brak a week as rent and 1 brak had the power to purchase around 5 to 6 long loaves of bread.
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