However, the children were starving.
In the past, there had also been a time when Weed had starved. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to eat, but because rice had run out. Therefore, without any other options, he had just clutched his stomach.
After such an experience, even though he could endure many other things, he couldn’t endure hunger.
With tears of regret he called the children over.
“Hey kids, I think the cooking is all done. You can come and eat now.”
“Can we really eat it?”
“Of course. This uncle put a lot of effort into making it, just so I could give it to you...”
“Thank you!”
Because Weed had put plenty of rice and herbs into the mixed soup, there was enough to be divided.
“Wow! Wow!”
Because the children had already been starving for a few days, they ate the meal very fast.
The villagers also slowly walked up to the fire. They were too proud to say it, but their faces gave off a touching expression, showing that they would be very happy if they were given food.
Weed was very conflicted with this.
'If I want to feed them all, a great supply of ingredients and seasoning is required, and I don’t want to personally provide that.'
However you looked at it, it was a huge loss. Making food for everyone would mean spending a great deal of money.
'If only I hadn’t learned cooking... then I wouldn’t be in this troublesome situation.'
Until now, he hadn’t regretted learning the cooking skill.
However, the villagers of Morata were severely starving.
'At least I’ll be recognized, and relieve my conscience. I was confident that I would live without these kind of situations. However, the paladins and priests of Freya are watching.'
Alveron came and said “In this difficult situation you made food, and gave it away. You are a very good person.”
“...”
“Even if you only have a single proper meal, it will bring you hope. Hope that anything can be achieved. If you don’t have hope in your hearts, it will be as if you are dead. Devotion and hope brings will. I, the paladins, the priests and the Morata villagers will never forget the kindness you have shown us.
“...”
Weed wanted to find a way to stop Alveron’s mouth from prattling on.
The priests and paladins had great respect for him.
Benefactor of the village, and the great adventurer who found the holy treasures of Freya!
Weed’s eyes began to tremble.
'There will eventually be some damages, so it might as well be here.'
Avoiding to spend money now was impossible, so there was no need to stand idle.
Weed smiled brightly as he stirred the soup.
“If there is anything I can do to increase the prosperity and peace of the continent of Versailles, of course I will do it.”
“Now that is a true response from Weed.”
Alveron’s, the paladins’ and the priests’ respect for Weed increased even further.
Weed pulled out all the food ingredients he had. He took out all the meat, grass and vegetables he got from hunting in the Yuroki Mountains.
“Just wait a little bit longer, then I’ll cook up some food that will fill your stomachs.”
With all of the ingredients, Weed started to cook.
Anchovies boiled moderately, thick gravy seasoning mix to create a broth, and he put in plenty of meat into the stew.
Whenever the soup was distributed he could feel his heart breaking.
Trickling.
Out of Weed’s two eyes tears were coming out.
“It’s Saint Weed’s tears!”
“Weed would even shed tears for us.”
“He’s the real deal, doing this for the peace of the continent.”
The surprised villagers of Morata exclaimed.
The tears that trickled down were tears for the precious of loss of money, but the villagers had misunderstood.
'My precious money.'
Weed impatiently pulled out a small piece of paper, and quickly wrote on it.