After Maxing Out All Job Classes

Chapter 15: Life Seems Quite Interesting

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

With the maid, the quality of life in idleness immediately changed. Before Robb could say he wanted a drink, Lillian went to fetch a glass of water from the well and poured one for him. She set it on the stone table in front of him.

The girl’s small gesture made Robb feel that the trip out of the house had been worth it. At the same time, he suddenly felt guilty for his mother in his original world. It turned out that his ability to play games without sleep or rest in front of a computer was due to him being spoiled by his mother. Whenever he wanted to drink water, he could always find a glass full within reach. He had almost never encountered the problem of thirst.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Lillian asked, worried by the glistening tears in her master’s eyes.

“I’m fine.” Hiding his emotions, Robb pointed to the glass of water on the table. “Lillian, let me tell you something. It’s very unhygienic to drink water from the well when you draw like this. You get sick easily. All kinds of parasites get into your stomach. So, in the future, when you draw water from the well, you have to boil it until it’s boiling hot before you drink it…”

“What’s a parasite?” Lillian asked curiously.

Robb said nothing.

Well, the medieval West might have been disguised by Sword and Magic as if it were high and mighty, but it was in fact a wild and ignorant place. Some things had to be changed a little at a time. “It’s an invisible little worm,” Robb said patiently. “It’s in this water. Drinking it will give you diarrhea. You have to boil the water to kill the worms.”

“Wow, so that’s what I used to have diarrhea from?” The most fun thing about Lillian was her looks. Her emotions would show easily on her face. Now she looked at the glass of water on the table with disgust.

“Alright, alright. There’s no need to be so disdainful. It’ll be a good cup of water after it boils. Go boil some water.”

“Master… but… we don’t have a pot here,” Lillian said. “I went into the kitchen earlier and saw that the household appliances were in short supply.”

“Oh, that’s true. I just moved in today and I don’t have anything,” Robb said with a smile. “So, why don’t you go shopping and get everything you need for your daily life? Speaking of which, you probably don’t even have any bedding in your room. You might as well get some while you’re at it.”

At this point, Robb thought of something else and added, “By the way, the bedding and pots are all heavy objects. It’s very difficult for a girl like you to get them back. Don’t force yourself. Remember to spend some money to hire a few townspeople to carry them back for you.”

Lillian was slightly taken aback and instantly transformed into a weeping figure.

She did not have any bedding when she stayed at her aunt’s house. She could only sleep in the hay in the horse shed. Just now, in the servant’s room, she was thinking of getting some hay for a bed, but she did not expect her master to ask her to buy bedding. Moreover, he thought that she might not be able to carry these things and even asked her to pay someone to carry them back.

Not only was this master gentle and kind, but he was also meticulous and considerate. He cared for his servants to the point of insanity. It was really good to be bought by him.

Robb reached into his pocket and grabbed a few coins. He tried to hand them to Lillian.

She shook her head violently. “Master, I still have eighty-two pieces of silver left over from buying the cloth. It’s enough to buy a lot of things. You don’t have to give me any more money. I’ll go and buy all kinds of necessities now. I… I’ll do my best…”

She spread her legs and ran out of the yard as fast as she could. Robb didn’t move from his seat on the stone bench. “Walk slowly,” he called. “Don’t fall.”

“Yes, yes!”

The little maid did not have the cute attribute of falling on the ground. She ran quickly and steadily. Her black maid costume with white flowers fluttered like a butterfly. In the blink of an eye, she ran far away. Seeing her cute back, Robb felt that this alternate world seemed to have become more interesting. Well… of course, it was just that life was interesting. He was still not interested in killing monsters and adventuring.

That evening, Lillian returned with a large group of townspeople.

Each of the townspeople helped her with a load of things. There were bedding for the auxiliary bed, pillows, pots and pans, knives and forks and cups, tables and chairs and benches, candles, scented oils, condiments, tea leaves, dry firewood, vegetables, beef… and even hoes, shovels, scythes, and other farm implements were brought back in a heap.

Robb, who had been “addicted to games” and relied on his mother to take care of his life in the past, finally understood how troublesome it was to build a home. He couldn’t help but thank his parents in the original world and then secretly be glad that the first thing he bought was a maid. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy if he had to personally arrange these messy daily necessities.

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In the evening, the sun began to set, and smoke rose from every house.

Smoke was rising from the small church, too. Lillian was cooking over the fire.

Carrying a cup of black tea that Lillian had made for her, Robb continued to slump on the stone bench in the courtyard, slacking…

After a long time, Lillian brought dinner to the table.

Robb looked at it. ‘What in God’s name, what the hell?’

The pot on the table looked like a “soup pot,” but the taste was worlds apart from the soup pot of later generations. All kinds of strange ingredients floated in the soup. Robb glanced over and saw pig bones, pig guts, mushrooms, wild vegetables… Anyway, all the ingredients in the house could be seen in this pot. At the top of the soup pot, there was a pig intestine floating and sinking, and the pot emitted an extremely unpleasant stench.

Robb pointed to the pot. “What do you call this, Lillian?” he asked, horrified. “A dish of darkness?”

“Aye? Everyone cooks like that,” Lillian said. “Has the master never tried it before?”

At this, she realized with a start. ‘Oh no, I’m making the big mixed stew that commoners always eat. I’m making all the ingredients in a stew, but the noble lords don’t seem to eat like that. They’re much more particular. The host is a priest of the Light Church, so of course he’s a noble lord. How could he eat such a thing?’

(PS: Medieval Europeans also had to eat in the pot. They didn’t like to take care of the side dishes that were made into various individual stir-fried pork livers, stir-fried kidney flowers, and so on like the Chinese did. Instead, they chopped them all up and made a big mixed stew with other ingredients. Everyone knows the smell of boiled internal organs. It’s smelly and smoky. I guarantee you won’t be able to eat that kind of thing.)

Embarrassed, Lillian said, “I… I don’t know… how to cook for my master.”

“Cough, forget it! You haven’t used up all the ingredients, right?”

“There are two big chunks of beef muscle left. Beef is expensive. I couldn’t bear to stew with these low-priced ingredients. I wanted to dry them and make them into beef jerky to preserve.”

“Then bring me these two pieces of beef muscle,” Robb said. “And bring me some mushrooms and salt. Oh, and get the plates, knives, and forks ready on the double.”

Obediently, Lillian brought over the ingredients and plates and knives and forks.

Robb turned into a chef and began to make “mushroom sauce steak”. In the blink of an eye, two portions of steak were placed on the stone table in front of him.

Lillian saw that Robb didn’t seem to be doing anything but pointing at the ingredients. In a matter of seconds, the ingredients had fused into a beautiful-looking dish. It was simply amazing. Wow, perhaps, it was the power of magic! But could something as grand as magic be used for cooking?

Her mouth fell open, unable to close for a long moment.

Robb pointed to a stool across the stone table. “Sit down and have a steak with me. There’s just enough for two. We’ll have one each.”

“Eh?” Lillian was startled. “That’s… that’s something only noble lords can eat, isn’t it? I’ll… I’ll just have the big mixed stew.”

“Then take the stew out and put it in the middle of the town. Whoever wants to eat it can eat it. We won’t eat that stuff in our house in the future,” Robb said in a commanding tone. “Just listen to me and eat the same thing as me.”

“As you command, master!” Lillian sat down carefully in the chair across from Robb. Fortunately, she was a girl from Borderhammer who didn’t know the rules. If she had been born in a big city and understood the rules, she would never have dared to sit at a table with her master. She would only have been careless about her lowly status around him to make him dislike her.

She picked up her knife and fork as Robb had done. She thought to herself: So this is how noble lords eat? Like their masters. With the fork in her left hand, she pressed down on the beef. With the knife in her right hand, she cut… cut… cut… and then the fork in her left hand lifted. Ouch, no good. She had used too much force.

**EPILOGUE**

A steak flew over the stone table and stuck to Robb’s face. Mushroom paste smeared his face.

Robb put down his knife and fork, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Lillian!”

“Master! I… I didn’t mean to… woo…” Lillian was close to tears.

Robb spread his hands. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not punishing you. I just want to tell you that if you’re not used to knives and forks, you can grab them with your hands and eat them. I don’t mind.”

Lillian said timidly, “Can I grab it with my hands?”

“Of course you can!”

“Wow, that’s great.” Delighted and beaming, Lillian caught the steak in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. “Yippee, that’s yippee… noble men do eat a lot better than mixed stews…”

Robb pointed to the mushroom sauce on his face. “Aren’t you going to get a basin of water and wash my face before you eat your steak?”

“Oops! Master, I’ll be right there.”