After Maxing Out All Job Classes - Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Gotta Relieve Lillian From Work

Three days later, Lillian’s steak was finally barely edible, at the cost of a dozen chunks of beef tenderloin, a good basket of mushrooms, plenty of salt, and half a bottle of pepper that cost more than gold. For children raised in poverty, the waste of food was shameful and unforgivable, and Lillian found it disconcerting.

However, this loss was completely fine for Robb, who had nearly a hundred gold coins in his pocket. He would be lucky if she stopped poisoning her master.

Now a new problem was beginning to haunt Robb. It was—he’s tired of playing confession!

The confession was a little fun at first, but for three days in a row, Robb heard almost the same things. The blacksmith in the east stole the farmer’s chicken, the farmer in the west slept with the wife of the herb gatherer in the south, the wife of the herb gatherer in the south stole from the miner in the north, and then the miner in the north slept with the blacksmith’s wife…

In this small town, a group of simple and primitive townspeople could not play any new tricks. All they could do was repent for some meaningless parental nonsense. After Robb had heard all about it, he could almost say that he had grasped the situation of the town. It would be strange if he did not get tired of it.

Fortunately, after Robb had tired of playing, there were not many villagers who came to confess. It turned out that there had been no priests in the town before. The townspeople had a backlog of family affairs that required penance, and they had all erupted in three days. Then they had run out of things to confess, and needed life to move on before there was anything new to confess.

So Robb’s little church was calm again.

“Ah! Now that no one has come to confess, I can resume our idleness.” Robb rolled over on the stone bench in the courtyard and lay on his side, looking at Lillian.

Lillian was not idle. She was digging the barren field in the courtyard with a hoe. It was actually inconvenient to dig in a maid’s uniform, but she insisted on wearing the clothes her master had given her instead of her usual bobbins. The hoe dug into the ground, digging holes in the field.

Robb asked aloud: “What are you going to plant, Lillian?”

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Lillian wiped the sweat from her forehead and replied with a smile, “Potatoes! We have a field, so of course we have to use it to grow some potatoes.”

Robb said, “Oh, we can plant them, but there’s no need! Can’t we just let this lousy place run wild and buy potatoes?”

Lillian shook her head. “Master’s money didn’t come from nowhere. I wasted a lot of it making steaks the other day. I’m going to grow potatoes and help Master earn that money back.”

Robb thought: My money is no different from the wind. Well! Forget it. The little girl probably can’t stay idle. Not everyone can sit on a stone chair all day without moving like me.

He saw that Lillian had been digging in the wasteland for some time and was sweating with exhaustion. When she turned back and saw that the glass of water on Robb’s table was empty, she put down the hoe again, ran quickly to the well, laboriously fetched a large bucket of water, and went into the kitchen to boil it.

Seeing her busy with a large bucket of water, Robb suddenly felt sorry for her. It would be exhausting to have to do everything at home on her own. No, I have to think of something to take some of the pressure off her work.

The simplest solution, of course, was to buy a few more maids. However, Westwinds was too small a town to have many merchants. The limited number of merchants were mostly local small traders, and they were not really merchants. They sold only cloth, salt, tools of war, farm implements, and other daily necessities. They did not sell anything as grand as servants.

And the only major merchant with the means to travel far and wide, the shrewd fellow who had sold Lillian to Robb, was now on his way to the Path of Light with the mayor’s letter. Then he would have to go to Saint’s Capital to sell the wyvern leather armor that Robb had given him. After that, he would probably have to go to a lot of places to stock up and so on. He would have to make a big round on the map before returning to Westwind.

In the past, merchants went out for months at a time. It would be a long wait to expect to buy a maid from him.

Robb was a little sorry that he had not bought a few more maids at once. He could not buy them now, even if he wanted to. It was very upsetting!

‘I can’t tire my little maid, but I’m not too willing to go and help. If I do help Lilian with this and that, it’ll look like I’m being gentle, but wouldn’t the blissful feudal life of leisure be completely ruined?’

With that thought in mind, Lillian came out of the kitchen and went to the well to draw another large bucket of water. Then she struggled to carry the bucket to the kitchen.

Robb decided that first he would have to help Lillian with the problem of fetching water. Since she was from the modern era and much more hygienic than the medieval people of the past, what Lillian did most of the day was to fetch water. In the morning, she would have to boil water to wash Robb’s face and rinse his mouth. Then she would have to boil water several times a day for him to make tea, and at night she would have to fetch a very large bucket of water for him to bathe in. Coupled with the fact that he had to wash his hands before and after meals, and was very particular about the cleanliness of his cutlery and cups, before using them, he would ask Lillian to wash them with water. He also changed his clothes frequently, which used several times more water than a normal person.

In the future, when the wasteland was reclaimed, and she started to plant potatoes, she would have to fetch water often to irrigate the fields.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that fetching water was Lillian’s most time-consuming and laborious task at this stage. If he solved the problem of fetching water, Lillian would have a much easier time.

Robb slapped his forehead and made a ridiculous decision. “Why don’t we just make a running water system? Lillian won’t be so tired from fetching water.”

He shouted at the top of his voice, “Lillian, stop what you’re doing after you’ve boiled the water. Go into town and help me find a mason and a blacksmith…”

The words were barely out of her mouth, and before Lillian could respond, she heard a woman’s anxious cry outside the church’s front door. “Father, please save my husband. He just fell off a cliff and broke a leg.”

“Yo?” Robb turned to the courtyard door and saw a plump, middle-aged woman in a sackcloth standing there with a middle-aged man on her back. The man’s face was gray, and his sackcloth was torn in many places. One of his legs was bent in a strange, bloody way.

‘Well, that explains everything.’

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There had been no priests in this town in the past. When the villagers were injured, they could only wrap their injuries in medicinal herbs and treat them. Not only would the treatment be slower, but the patients would also have to suffer for a long time. In the end, they might even be crippled for life.

But now there was a priest in the town, and that, of course, made all the difference. A priest could use holy magic to heal wounds. Once healed, it would be quick and sure. It wouldn’t leave the patient in pain for long, and there would be no side effects. Then, of course, they would come to the priest.