The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

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Just when Linda explained her textile base plan to the nobles who came to the tea party in the back garden, there was a lively labor scene in her territory.

"Tristan, don't be lazy, get the last basket of tiles!" A one-armed middle-aged man standing on the roof shouted at the bottom of the house.

At the feet of the middle-aged man was the last small untiled spot on the roof.

"Uncle Mark, the tiles are here!" Tristan on the ground lifted a basket full of tiles to the roof with a long bamboo pole.

After taking the last basket of tiles, Mark continued to yell at Tristan: "Go now and prepare the things you need to go into the mountains tomorrow. We'll go early in the morning. I'm tired of sleeping on the floor!"

"Okay, uncle!" Tristan agreed and put the bamboo pole on the ground, then ran into the newly built house.

The mission of this sturdy bamboo pole has not been completed, and it will also function as a clothes drying pole in the future.

When he entered the house, Tristan felt more content than ever, which he and his family helped the dwarves build.

Tristan's ancestors were knights, but when it was passed down to his parents, he returned to the ranks of commoners. His father and two brothers, his uncles, fought hard in the army to get back into the knighthood, but his father died in battle when he was very young, and his uncle Mark retired after being wounded and missing an arm .

The disability pension was barely subsistence, and the family was nearly wiped out trying to heal Mark and the hard times before Tristan's mother passed away.

The uncle and nephew, who depended on each other for life, took up their weapons and went into the mountains and forests to live by hunting monsters.

Although Mark broke an arm, his strength is not bad. With the cooperation of Tristan's bow and arrow, the uncle and nephew can join forces to deal with slightly stronger monsters.

A few months ago, Mark's old comrade-in-arms found them and persuaded Mark to start a new life in His Royal Highness Linda's factory.

Mark agreed, and he and Tristan packed up and left the village in the mountains, visiting an old comrade on the way.

How could he think that his old comrade-in-arms died a few years ago while hunting monsters, leaving only one daughter.

After getting the girl's consent, the three of them embark on a journey to a new life.

It's just that Mark thought about waiting two years for the girl named Isolde to be old enough to marry her and inherit the lineage, but he didn't want to be given the lead by his nephew halfway through.

Mark could only helplessly endure it.

When Tristan and the others first arrived, the fence was halfway up, and the residential area was still a construction site that had just started.

Mark pulled out his own homestead from the wooden box with his remaining hand, and then took Tristan and Isolde to help the dwarf build his new house.

Mark is a disabled soldier, so the purchase price of the house is 50% off, and the remaining money can be paid off in installments over ten years, and they can help build the house and reduce the cost.

Now the house is built, but the furniture still has to be prepared by yourself.

If Mark hadn't brought all the family's ancestral silver tableware with him before leaving home, they would have had trouble eating during this time.

Now their table is a pile of stacked bricks, and the chairs are three small piles of bricks. Tomorrow they have to go to the mountains outside with a few carpenters to chop wood to make furniture.

A scent wafted through the house, the smell of toasted brown bread wafting from the kitchen.

"Isolde," Tristan called towards the back kitchen, "is the bread ready?"

"It'll be ready soon," replied Isolde in the kitchen. "The water is already boiling."

Seeing that the food in the woods was all right tomorrow, Tristan began to sort out the weapons and equipment piled up in the corner of the front hall.

There was a "dong" sound outside the house, the house was capped, and Mark on the roof jumped directly from the top with a basket.

Isolde was bringing the brown bread from the kitchen to the front room when Mark entered the house.

"Isolde, you can start working tomorrow, you can't help with furniture," Mark said.

"Okay, uncle," Isolde replied.

When they first arrived, Tristan and Tristan were assigned future jobs. Because the two were young, the factory personnel department assigned them to work on the chicken farm that provided food for the factory.

"Hello, is anyone here?" someone shouted outside the door.

"Come in!" Mark roared outside.

Entering the room was a young man dressed in a scholar's robe, holding a board with parchment and a quill in his hand, and a small bottle of ink hanging on one end of the board.

These young people are impoverished students invited by Linda from the knowledge city. They can get a lot of money after working here for a year. If they perform well, they can work in Linda's territory in the future.

"Are Tristan and Isolde there?" the young student asked.

"I'm here with Isolde," Tristan replied.

"That's right," said the young student. "The factory has organized a night school, which allows you to study writing and arithmetic at night. I wonder if you are willing to go."

"Do you want money?" Mark asked.

The young student replied with a smile, "As long as you work here, you can study for free." Almost all the people he visited asked this kind of question.

"Go, go, both!" Mark hurriedly agreed to help the two boys, and Tristan and Isolde kept nodding there.

"Okay, I wrote it down." The young student drew two ? on the parchment. "The start of school is just around the corner, and there will be a special notice when the time comes."

The young student had just left when another female student asked at the door, "Is Mark there?"

The female student walked into the room and asked Mark, "Is your right hand flexible?"

"You can kill a bear!" Mark seemed to feel that he was being underestimated~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He waved his right hand and roared.

The female student asked again indifferently: "There is a job in the factory that you should be able to complete, are you willing to do it?"

Mark frowned and asked, "Going to carry something?"

"No." The female student replied, "It is said that as long as you can stir up the circle with your hands, you can do it."

"Isn't it asking me to fetch water?" Mark remembered the reel used to fetch water from the well.

The female student shook her head and said, "No, this job requires a lot of people, and I won't let so many people fetch water."

Mark thought for a while, and said, "I promise first, I'll do it for a while."

"Okay, I'll make a note." The female student drew a ? on her parchment. "We'll let you know when the work starts."

Mark never imagined that his decision would change his life in the future.