Problems 2

The people from the Clash of Clans. All of them were stout, strong men and women who were in their prime.

There was no way their food consumption would be a small amount.

Outright impossible!

If they were to calculate from that day onward, Autumnvale's existing food storage would only last for 10 days.

For Leon, that was one of his headaches.

Is this a joke or something?

There was no telling when the goblins would make their retaliation. With Autumnvale still in a state of crisis and the storage of food within the fief being insufficient, Leon, as a newly appointed lord who was basically dirt poor, was practically in hell at the moment. The torture did not seem to be stopping any time soon.

This really will be quite a trouble.

Leon lowered his head and pondered the problem for a while. He knew just how serious the problem was. We need to solve the food shortage before anything else.

He had made his decision.

Whichever time or world he was in, any problem with food was the most pressing of problems, be it in reality, a game, or unfamiliar foreign world, which he found himself in at the moment.

The problem was even more apparent to Leom.

More than anything else, the people who were watching over Autumnvale needed to see their bellies filled.

In order to be able to withstand a goblin attack, they had to keep their stamina up

An empty stomach meant one could end up in a limp, lethargic state. That made even lifting weapons difficult, let alone fighting the goblins, who could appear at any time.

Even the Villagers needed to be strong enough to do their chores and jobs.

I definitely need to think of something.

Leon frowned as he brainstormed.

There was the option to cut down the distribution of food to make it last longer, but doing so would only cripple Autumnvale in the long run. He absolutely was not able to make a decision that would put him in a further pinch.

Without stamina, one was not able to fight.

The other option is to hunt down pranic beast in the forest or hunt some fish at the lake.

"Let's have a look at the storage room first." Leon returned to the Town Hall.

The villager followed behind him.

The storage room was in the other side corner of the hall. Loaves of bread, dried meats, and round cabbages were all laid out on the shelves.

The air was filled with the fragrance of food.

"Is this all we've got?" Leon frowned and looked rather displeased.

The villager answered, "Indeed, My Lord, there is just this and nothing else."

From the looks of things, the food supplies were more or less as reported by the villager—500 loaves of bread, 250 dried portions of meat, and 100 cabbages.

The breakfast they had just eaten —16 loaves of bread, five dried pieces of meat, and five cabbages—needed to be, without a doubt, taken out of the equation.

As such, while it seemed they had a lot of food left, considering it filled the entire storage room, judging from the fact that they had 80 adults to feed three meals a day, as well as additional meals for the guards on night duty, the room full of food would still only last for 10 days.

After all, the Barbarians and the villagers were all healthy, strong men and women.

They needed huge amounts of food for all three daily meals. Worse still, given how his fief was still under development, the cost in stamina would be even greater, which meant an increased need for energy intake.

Other than needing to secure ample amounts of food, said food needed to be diversified even further.

"Oh right."

Leon lifted his head a little and said to the villager, "We do have quite a hefty amount of supplies left in the carriages."

Everything stored in the carriages was supplies he had prepared back in the Kingdom of Cailux.

The supplies included large amounts of food.

Although they had consumed some while they were on their way to the Ruins and some were taken by the knights for their trip home, they should still have had a hefty amount left. He had specifically purchased food that was heat-tolerant and had long shelf lives.

"We checked the carriages the night before," the villager replied.

"There are loaves of bread, smoked meats, and sausages, as well as some salt, sugar, and spices."

Leon nodded and asked, "How much of that do we have left?"

"With everything accounted for, it will be enough to last us eight more days," the villager answered.

"I see" Leon's brow was now locked in a deep frown.

This was something he had not expected.

"So, 18 days in total then." Leon frowned.

The villager nodded and answered, "Correct."

"Haaah... " Leon pinched his brow as he deeply sighed.

He thought of his current predicament and the fief that was still being developed. He realized just how much of a difference there was between reality and an ideal. The troubles he currently faced made him feel rather helpless. He wondered just how much more trouble was waiting for him.

"My Lord."

The villager said, "It is best to get something to eat. Besides, breakfast is ready."

A woman villager who has a pink hair,(Well every villager has a pink hair though) who served as the cook, approached them with a tray. On it was a huge wooden bowl that contained soup cooked with minced dried meat and cabbage and sprinkled with a dash of fine salt and pepper.

There were also two slices of white bread as huge as a palm, which had been toasted and smelled very nice.

"Yeah, breakfast does look good."

Leon took the tray.

He temporarily put all those troubles behind him since it was time for breakfast.

The soup was thick, and the cooked dried meat and cabbage went well with the toasted bread.

The fragrance of food permeated the entire fief.

The Barbarians and the villagers were having a great time with their bread and soup. All of them were smiling excitedly and chatting away. They even laughed when someone said something funny or to be happy about.

This was his fief.

Leon liked the atmosphere of momentary relaxation amid the tense and busy state of things.

This was the joy he had gained after leaving all that political clout back at the Kingdom of Cailux behind. It was especially so given how he was in charge of everything. The feeling of having all the power in his hands was intoxicating.

Most people loved power. Few people liked living as hermits.

Ambition.

Whether they embraced it or not, it was something inherent in everyone.

"The food is very good. Thank the cook for me."

Leon put down his knife and fork. He felt satisfied.

After breakfast, his frown no longer looked all that severe. He was in a better mood. He left the Town Hall for the lake of near the ruins to admire his fief and estate. He had divided the areas up beforehand.

Mush!

Leon did not watch his step closely enough. As he approached the lake, he seemed to have stepped onto something.

The stench hit his nose before he had even lowered his head. He looked down. His usually calm face looked rather twisted. "Goddamn it, this is disgusting."

His leather boot had stepped onto a thick, sticky brown substance near the pond.

It was excrement from the goblins.

His twisted face became filled with seething hatred. He scanned the area near the lake and saw at least over 30 "mines" of such nature, which practically made the place seem like a minefield.

The goblins, who were still in a primitive state, had no concept of hygiene or disease prevention.

Truthfully, however, such primitive beings were usually immune from common illnesses.

"Shit."

Leon cursed and stepped away, rubbing his feet in the soil in an attempt to scrub off the disgusting pile of excrement sticking to his boot.

Clean up the fief. That is Leon's plan for now.

The goblins had also made a giant mess at the ruin castle while they were living there.

Trees?

Leon was just about to arrange for the villagers to clean the place up when he caught sight of the Trees swaying in the wind at the northern side of the lake. The trees looked beautiful as the morning sun washed over their gently swaying branches.

However, another thing came up with Leon's mind.

The Lumberjacks