From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Don Quixote followed Adele as they strolled along until they reached a fur stall.

Adele crouched down, her fingertips tracing the spread-out rabbit and fox pelts.

The fur was cleaned and fluffy by the stall owner.

She stroked the soft fur of the fox with her fingers as she asked the price.

The stall owner was a sturdy man from the North.

He looked up at Don Quixote as if he knew him.

They immediately offered a reasonable, even somewhat cheap, price.

Adele thought for a moment, then decided not to haggle and took out her coins to buy it.

After stuffing the light gray fox pelt into the basket.

Adele continued her leisurely stroll.

Not long after.

Cole, who was growing stronger day by day, strode out from the crowd and said respectfully:

"Lord Don Quixote! Miss Adele!"

Don Quixote nodded and said:

"Cole, you stay close to Adele and keep an eye on her."

Then, he looked at Adele and smiled:

"Adele, you go ahead and shop. I have to leave for a bit."

Adele immediately said:

"Sir, please go ahead and attend to your business."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Don Quixote found Iris in front of a spacious stone house that had just been built.

He approached slowly and smiled:

"Miss Elise! It's been a long time."

Elise paused for a second upon hearing the sudden voice beside her, but quickly recovered.

Her gaze quickly shifted from the stone house in front of her, turning to look at Don Quixote, who had suddenly appeared beside her:

"Don Quixote, it's been a long time."

After a polite greeting, she immediately added:

"My elder brother said that the Earl thinks this trading market is doing well and plans to officially name it the Seven Market!"

Don Quixote is not surprised.

Liam had already told him about this.

At this moment, Elise said again:

"Therefore, Iron Axe Tavern plans to move to this trading market soon."

"Then you'd better hurry, there are already three taverns in this market," Don Quixote said with a smile.

Then, pointing to the stone house in front of him, he guessed:

"Is this the location you chose?"

"Yes." Elise nodded, adding with a sigh:

"Although anyone can run a tavern here as long as they follow the Earl's rules and pay the rent and taxes they need."

"We anticipated that Iron Axe Tavern would not be the only dominant tavern as it used to be, and we also anticipated that many other taverns would emerge."

"However, the appearance of three taverns so quickly is still somewhat beyond my expectations."

The two chatted for a while.

Finally, Elise seized an opportunity and said:

"Don Quixote Knight, please take care of me from now on!"

Don Quixote laughed:

"no problem."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Iron Axe Tavern acted swiftly.

Just two days later, they moved entirely to the trade market.

No one was happier than Cole about this.

When Iron Axe Tavern moved, his grandmother, Lady Nadine, also came along.

Mrs. Nadine currently lives in a simple residential area of ​​the trading market.

Cole is an orphan who was raised by his grandmother from a young age.

He is still very close to his grandmother.

Therefore, whenever he had a little free time, he would go to the trading market.

While helping his grandmother with chores at the Iron Axe Tavern, he eavesdropped on the conversations of the tavern's patrons to gather information to report back to Lord Don Quixote.

Another day has passed.

Windsor Cottage was also moved to the trade fair.

Then very quickly.

Earl of Mech officially named this temporary trading market outside Seven City as the Seven Market!

This also means that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Seven Market will become one of the few true trading markets in the North.

At the same time, the original trading areas in Seven City were completely closed.

From then on, Seven City was restored to a purely military residential fortress.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Before you knew it, a month had passed.

Don Quixote closed the wooden door and sat alone on a wooden stool covered with soft fox fur.

He eagerly looked at the task panel.

Employer: Earl of Meggie

【Task: Maintain order at the trade market outside Seven City daily (This task is settled monthly, with random rewards)】

【award:

One bag of Frost Spirit Rice (available for collection)

173 Golden Dragons (Unclaimable)

He checked the rewards for next month's tasks.

"173 Golden Dragon, it seems the previous prediction was correct."

"As the difficulty of the employment tasks increases, the quality of the task rewards will also improve accordingly."

Don Quixote was not disappointed that the reward for next month's mission was coins.

There are quite a few 173 Golden Dragons.

That's enough for him to do many things.

Composing himself, Don Quixote silently recited:

"receive!"

The moment I acquired the Frost Spirit Rice.

He then sensed a unique, cool chill emanating from the gray bag.

The crisp, cool air wasn't bone-chillingly cold; rather, it felt like morning dew in a mountain stream.

It brushed across his palm, so clear and refreshing that it made Don Quixote's limbs tremble slightly for a moment.

Don Quixote took out a grain of Cold Spirit Rice and examined it closely in his palm.

The thumb-sized, frosty-colored rice grains, emitting a faint, cool aura, are plump and uniform.

When you bring it close to your nose, besides the crisp, cool air, there's also a very faint aroma of rice.

Unlike the rich flavor of ordinary rice, it is clear and transparent like melted ice.

"These are really good ingredients!"

Don Quixote let out a deep sigh of admiration.

He then poured the rice grains from his palm back into the bag and tightened the knot again.

Don Quixote stared at the large bag of Frost Spirit Rice in front of him, pondering to himself:

"Although no one dares to break into this cabin except Adele, we still have to be careful."

"Then let's finish this bag of Cold Spirit Rice before going out."

"Anyway, I don't need to be on patrol anymore, so even if I leave my post for a week or two, nothing will happen."

"And trading with those elite hunters with whom we have already established a relationship of trust is also on track. We just need to find time to go and come back every now and then."

"As for the plan to secretly select a suitable hunter, it will be temporarily suspended."

"We'll talk about everything after I finish this bag of Cold Spirit Rice."

"Ah, if only I had a storage ring right now."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Twenty-seven days later.

Don Quixote washed the last spoonful of cold spirit rice clean.

Clear water rippled over the rice grains, raising wisps of light, cool mist.

Then he put the Cold Spirit Rice into an iron pot, added water, and placed it on the stove to simmer slowly.

As the iron pot gradually warmed up, the water inside began to bubble, and the refreshing aroma of the Cold Spirit Rice slowly spread.

About half an hour later, the rice porridge in the iron pot had thickened.

The steam rose gently, but it wasn't scalding; instead, it carried a refreshing coolness.

Don Quixote filled three small bowls and handed them to Adele, Cole, and his new knight squire, Alden.

Then he ate the rest of the rice porridge.

The refreshing coolness brushed across the tip of my tongue, then seemed to transform into a clear spring, sliding down my throat and into my stomach.

This Frosty Rice is even more powerful than Don Quixote had anticipated.

With his extraordinary physique and digestive ability, it took him almost a month to finish that bag of Cold Spirit Rice.

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