Inheriting a Lost Bloodline, My First Task is to have heirs?!

Chapter 193: Chapter 193 - Freyheimr’s Outer District

After our quick chat, I took all the shopping bags from Vaelion’s hands and put it nonchalantly in my storage space much to the surprise of my cute attendant. I smiled at him and simply said that it is too inconvenient to carry so many bags while going on an outing. He looked at me in confusion as if I took the only role that he could fulfill on this outing today. I teasingly told him that he should conserve his strength for more fun things that happen when the sun is no longer out. His eyes widened and he blushed at my naughty insinuation. I laughed a bit and continued walking towards the entrance to the outer district.

At the entrance of the outer district, though it was clean and still presentable, you can feel how poorly supported this area is. The arch in the entrance itself was only made of poor quality wood compared to the artistic and refreshing one at the entrance of the middle district and the huge and lavishly decorated arch at the entrance of the posh district. I don’t want to judge just yet but let’s see what the inner areas look like. I turned my head to look at Vaelion and I was quite surprised that he was looking at me as well. As if he’s watching if I feel even a bit off put or disgusted at what I am seeing. He indeed said that this is the area for all the slaves. I smiled at him and asked, ”Does this area have like a community kitchen of some sort?” His eyes widened at the out of the blue question and he nodded absentmindedly. That’s good. We’ll have our lunch here together with everybody else then.

The next thing I asked was where his house is and if his father is at home. He nodded with evident appreciation in his eyes. Was he touched since I still remembered that his father was here? He guided me through the small streets and alleys until we reach a very quaint and small house made of wood and light materials. He knocked on the door and a lively voice of a middle aged man came from the inside. The door quickly opened and the elf that does not look a bit like a father to Vaelion (more like an older brother if you ask me) came out of the house. He then looked surprised and nervous when he saw that his son has a woman with him. I saw his face quickly paled and he swallowed hard. His kind-heartedness as per his son’s stories did not stop him from still welcoming me into his humble home. I saw him go around the house, quickly tidying up as much as he could and then he even gave me the softest chair he could find so I can sit comfortably. He then shyly offered me some cool water together with an apology since he did not have any snacks to offer. I couldn’t help but stare at the bracelet he was wearing, it was still red like the one that Vaelion was wearing. At the same time, I saw him stare at the dark colored ring I was wearing on my right hand. He must have recognized it as a slaver’s ring. He then looked at his son with furrowed brows as if asking what he was trying to do bringing a stranger to his home.

To get out of the awkward and tense situation the three of us are in, I initiated with introducing myself. I simply said that I was ”Selene” and I was one of the invited women in this year’s festival. I also told him how I met Vaelion after he brought the invitation letter to me in Sklavryet and how I ended up inviting him over to my villa without knowing that he could not say no or ignore the invitation. His brows loosened up a bit and though he was cordial, he tried to look as strong as possible for his son. He asked a very direct question, ”What are your plans with my son?” I smiled at him and returned his question with one of mine, ”Maybe, you have to ask your son what is his plan for approaching me?” His eyes widened as he gave an accusing look to Vaelion. The guy scratched the back of his neck and looked at me, ”Umm. Can we talk about it in private later, father? By the way master, this is my father. His name is Ithil. He may look young but he is almost two hundred years older than me.” His father looked at Vaelion abruptly and hit the back of his head. He scolded his son saying, ”Why do you have to tell everybody how old I am? Did she even ask your age? Why do you voluntarily give mine? You idiot.” Vaelion held on his stomach while laughing hard. I couldn’t help but smile as the two looked very close to each other contrary to what Vaelion said that elves do not value kinship or blood relations.

After our short introduction, I asked Ithil about the community kitchen and he said that it was rarely used but he knows where it was. He asked why I was asking and I simply said that I am craving some food from back home and I wanted to cook it here and share it to everyone. He looked at me as if he was already thankful just for me thinking about sharing something with the people here and said that he would call other elves so they can clean up the place and help me prepare food for everyone. He then shyly told me that the people living in this district were about 70 together with the young ones, male and female for both elves and heralds. I guess they have herald slaves too since the merging of the territory for the two races. Ithil then hurriedly went out of the house and left me to Vaelion for guidance towards the place.

I cast some protective magic on the quaint house just to make sure it stays safe since the two owners will be out accompanying me. It only took me and Vaelion about 10 minutes to reach the community kitchen. My first reaction was surprise. It was a negative type of surprise though. It was nothing like the one I was using in Hoffen. This one looked like just a few firewood stoves placed next to each other in a circle in a plaza in the middle of the district. It was at least near a water source in case you need to wash some pots or ingredients and if you need water for soup. It was still being cleaned up by a bunch of people as of the moment. They were moving quite quickly, even excitedly if you ask me. I waited for at least 15 minutes more before the stoves are usable and lit up. There were a few stations which you can use to cut up some ingredients at least but there seems to be no pots or pans for cooking. I asked Vaelion a confirmation question, ”How do people cook here if there is nothing to use?” He said, ”We usually just barbecue things straight into the fire. None of us know much about cooking anyways. Most people just eat fruits or wild vegetables they find in the forest nearby. We do have some small pots if we want to boil things but it won’t be enough for everybody. It is fine if you can’t feed everybody. They won’t feel bad about it.” I looked at this unbelievable man. Sure they won’t mind but it will be awkward to eat while the others are just watching while drooling in hunger.

I called on to the previous helpers and asked them what ingredients or condiments are available in this area. The people around who have started to gather ran to their houses and when they came back, they each voluntarily offered some types of vegetable, a few pieces of meat, wild mushrooms and some herbs and spices that they have from their homes. I gratefully accepted them and without even minding if their hearts would take it, I took out a full sized baker’s oven, 3 huge pots that surely can feed 50 people with soup each, chopping boards, knives, basins to wash ingredients inside of it, together with a long kitchen prepping table and a mix of ingredients I already had in my storage and the ones I bought from the middle district.

Sure enough, there were gasps and some even stepped back in surprise with the huge number of items I can conjure from my storage space. I simply told them that I have a storage accessory with me that has a lot of space for these things. I know that the managers of this territory are watching. This is but a show of might I prepared for them so that they will also offer to me their best quality vessels. My target is still the ones that have the orbs embedded in them. I already have detected several single houses hidden within the nearby forests seemingly protected by several guards. I have a hunch that whoever may be living in those huts would be connected to the reason why I am here.