Chapter 827: 826 Aiding Custodia (2)
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Chapter 827 Chapter 826: Aiding Custodia (2)
?Besides our patrols that went out twice a day for two hours each, there was other things that needed to get done inside the city as well, things that took up a good amount of time and were just as important.
Anput was aided by a few of the Demons and two humans at the forge, which we moved to a nearby building so that they would have more space and be far enough away from us that the hammering was no longer an issue.
They were working on forging an arsenal of weaponry to arm the populace as well as getting some tools together to help in other everyday tasks, like axes, hammers, chisels and pickaxes, all of which was set aside on racks for general storage.
Leone and Ammit worked together to brew as much as they possibly could with the ingredients we had available, concocting vats of potions from very little that would help keep the people healthy and able bodied. Dive into Stories, Embrace Enchantment: N♡vεlB¡n.
In all honesty, the potions were subpar and considered waste in most of the Empire, but here they were treated like an ambrosia by the humans, who had rarely seen potions, let alone potions in such abundance.
The potions themselves were slow acting health potions that helped treat minor wounds and illnesses, which was good for these people, but nothing that would be lifesaving; for that, Ammit convinced Leone to create a highly concentrated batch of 'super potions' that would be able to heal most semi lethal wounds.
Then there was myself, working with the humans to turn the meats we had an abundance of into jerky just in case, to create a store of foodstuffs that were able to withstand a few months in these cool temperatures.
Jerky, flour and nuts were the main things stored away, and we worked quickly to turn whatever we could into non perishables, before turning towards making some other foodstuffs that would last a bit longer - albeit slightly - like biscuits and nut butters, which we placed into jars and sealed with cloth and twine.
That was when the idea came to check on some of the further villages for cows or other bovines, which would be a good source of food eventually as well as milk, and to also look for any other farm animals that could be brought here to be taken care of and reared.
If we had access to milk and eggs, that would increase the variety in the menu and add another thing to nurture these people, while the wool from sheep and feathers from any birds would provide comfort.
Satanya rolled her eyes as she gestured around the hall, adding "Take a look around. A good, long look around. Then tell me that again."
The man did as he was asked, and as he turned to observe his fellow humans, he caught the unmistakable horned heads of the Demons standing around the outside of their group, before his eyes landed on the carts and wagons laden with materials and food.
Others began to do the same, while Mary sighed again and leaned against the table, the woman exasperatedly asking
"Max, do you want to say that again? Can you not use those eyes of yours to see how in just a single day, we went from worrying about our next meal, worrying about the chilly nights, to being able to confidently say we have a good chance of surviving to next month? Let's not even talk about the Demons standing around us with steel sharp enough to cut through stone and mana that's even stronger. Let's not discuss the Princess of the Empire happily concocting potions - Gods be damned POTIONS - over there. Or the Caninekin that has churned out more steel in a day then we are currently armed with? What, pray tell, is our HISTORY doing for us at this point and time?"
The humans looked towards Mary as she spoke, and before the man could speak again, their Custodian silenced him with a glare as she said "You asked me why I call myself a Custodian? Because none of you were able to get your heads out of your asses when we came back to naught by ashes and rubble. I rallied us together, I organized us, I gave you direction and purpose. I gave us a chance, a hope that we could keep living, a chance to continue on in the stead of those that died. Custodia and its history is not gone, and it never will be gone.
What the FUCK does a building mean?! Who gives a damn about the Maxim House?! What do they mean without a story attached to them? Do you care about the building, or the meaning that was behind it? Maxim was a founder of Custodia, yes, but what would Maxim say now that Custoida is in ruin? That its people are slaughtered? Tell me what Maxim would say. Go on. I know YOU know it."
The man gulped as Mary continued to glare at him, sweat appearing on his brow while he wrung his hands out, nervousness settling in as he was singled out.
"As... As long as there is a... a heart beating with our peoples blood, Custodia shall continue to live on."
"Is your heart still beating? Is my heart not still beating? Are these one hundred other people's hearts not beating?! Well?! ARE THEY?!"
Max flinched at the sudden shout, taking a step back as he stared at Mary with fear, only to swallow hard and nod, unable to speak.
"Then Custodia continues to live on. Now, can you give me a reason why we should give a damn about these buildings? The people who are giving us a chance to live a normal, cushioned life again are here to stay. The people who could have taken our Justiciar and turned them inside out just for fun. Do you want to try and tell them that Custodia isn't their city again? Because I quite like the way my body is currently, minus the age.
So unless you want to try that - or any of you other weaklings - let's come to terms that Custodia is no longer just ours. It's the Empire's as well. We can keep the culture alive, the history alive, but it is entering a new age. And unless you want to claim that you are able to replicate Maxim's feats from the legends, shut up and focus on the future. The past is done, the present it fleeting, and the future is all that matters. Got that? Now, let's figure out how to make that future one that benefits us, hm? I don't know about you, but I would like to die peacefully in my sleep and not in the belly of a monster or freezing to death..."
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Chapter 827 Chapter 826: Aiding Custodia (2)
?Besides our patrols that went out twice a day for two hours each, there was other things that needed to get done inside the city as well, things that took up a good amount of time and were just as important.
Anput was aided by a few of the Demons and two humans at the forge, which we moved to a nearby building so that they would have more space and be far enough away from us that the hammering was no longer an issue.
They were working on forging an arsenal of weaponry to arm the populace as well as getting some tools together to help in other everyday tasks, like axes, hammers, chisels and pickaxes, all of which was set aside on racks for general storage.
Leone and Ammit worked together to brew as much as they possibly could with the ingredients we had available, concocting vats of potions from very little that would help keep the people healthy and able bodied. Dive into Stories, Embrace Enchantment: N♡vεlB¡n.
In all honesty, the potions were subpar and considered waste in most of the Empire, but here they were treated like an ambrosia by the humans, who had rarely seen potions, let alone potions in such abundance.
The potions themselves were slow acting health potions that helped treat minor wounds and illnesses, which was good for these people, but nothing that would be lifesaving; for that, Ammit convinced Leone to create a highly concentrated batch of 'super potions' that would be able to heal most semi lethal wounds.
Then there was myself, working with the humans to turn the meats we had an abundance of into jerky just in case, to create a store of foodstuffs that were able to withstand a few months in these cool temperatures.
Jerky, flour and nuts were the main things stored away, and we worked quickly to turn whatever we could into non perishables, before turning towards making some other foodstuffs that would last a bit longer - albeit slightly - like biscuits and nut butters, which we placed into jars and sealed with cloth and twine.
That was when the idea came to check on some of the further villages for cows or other bovines, which would be a good source of food eventually as well as milk, and to also look for any other farm animals that could be brought here to be taken care of and reared.
If we had access to milk and eggs, that would increase the variety in the menu and add another thing to nurture these people, while the wool from sheep and feathers from any birds would provide comfort.
Satanya rolled her eyes as she gestured around the hall, adding "Take a look around. A good, long look around. Then tell me that again."
The man did as he was asked, and as he turned to observe his fellow humans, he caught the unmistakable horned heads of the Demons standing around the outside of their group, before his eyes landed on the carts and wagons laden with materials and food.
Others began to do the same, while Mary sighed again and leaned against the table, the woman exasperatedly asking
"Max, do you want to say that again? Can you not use those eyes of yours to see how in just a single day, we went from worrying about our next meal, worrying about the chilly nights, to being able to confidently say we have a good chance of surviving to next month? Let's not even talk about the Demons standing around us with steel sharp enough to cut through stone and mana that's even stronger. Let's not discuss the Princess of the Empire happily concocting potions - Gods be damned POTIONS - over there. Or the Caninekin that has churned out more steel in a day then we are currently armed with? What, pray tell, is our HISTORY doing for us at this point and time?"
The humans looked towards Mary as she spoke, and before the man could speak again, their Custodian silenced him with a glare as she said "You asked me why I call myself a Custodian? Because none of you were able to get your heads out of your asses when we came back to naught by ashes and rubble. I rallied us together, I organized us, I gave you direction and purpose. I gave us a chance, a hope that we could keep living, a chance to continue on in the stead of those that died. Custodia and its history is not gone, and it never will be gone.
What the FUCK does a building mean?! Who gives a damn about the Maxim House?! What do they mean without a story attached to them? Do you care about the building, or the meaning that was behind it? Maxim was a founder of Custodia, yes, but what would Maxim say now that Custoida is in ruin? That its people are slaughtered? Tell me what Maxim would say. Go on. I know YOU know it."
The man gulped as Mary continued to glare at him, sweat appearing on his brow while he wrung his hands out, nervousness settling in as he was singled out.
"As... As long as there is a... a heart beating with our peoples blood, Custodia shall continue to live on."
"Is your heart still beating? Is my heart not still beating? Are these one hundred other people's hearts not beating?! Well?! ARE THEY?!"
Max flinched at the sudden shout, taking a step back as he stared at Mary with fear, only to swallow hard and nod, unable to speak.
"Then Custodia continues to live on. Now, can you give me a reason why we should give a damn about these buildings? The people who are giving us a chance to live a normal, cushioned life again are here to stay. The people who could have taken our Justiciar and turned them inside out just for fun. Do you want to try and tell them that Custodia isn't their city again? Because I quite like the way my body is currently, minus the age.
So unless you want to try that - or any of you other weaklings - let's come to terms that Custodia is no longer just ours. It's the Empire's as well. We can keep the culture alive, the history alive, but it is entering a new age. And unless you want to claim that you are able to replicate Maxim's feats from the legends, shut up and focus on the future. The past is done, the present it fleeting, and the future is all that matters. Got that? Now, let's figure out how to make that future one that benefits us, hm? I don't know about you, but I would like to die peacefully in my sleep and not in the belly of a monster or freezing to death..."
Chapter 827 Chapter 826: Aiding Custodia 2 ?Besides our patrols that went out twice a day for two hours each, there was other things that needed to get done inside the city as well, things that took up a good amount of time and were just as important. Anput was aided by a few of the Demons and two humans at the forge, which we moved to a nearby building so that they would have more space and be far enough away from us that the hammering was no longer an issue. They were working on forging an arsenal of weaponry to arm the populace as well as getting some tools together to help in other everyday tasks, like axes, hammers, chisels and pickaxes, all of which was set aside on racks for general storage. Leone and Ammit worked together to brew as much as they possibly could with the ingredients we had available, concocting vats of potions from very little that would help keep the people healthy and able bodied. Dive into Stories, Embrace Enchantment: NvlBn.In all honesty, the potions were subpar and considered waste in most of the Empire, but here they were treated like an ambrosia by the humans, who had rarely seen potions, let alone potions in such abundance. The potions themselves were slow acting health potions that helped treat minor wounds and illnesses, which was good for these people, but nothing that would be lifesaving; for that, Ammit convinced Leone to create a highly concentrated batch of 'super potions' that would be able to heal most semi lethal wounds. Then there was myself, working with the humans to turn the meats we had an abundance of into jerky just in case, to create a store of foodstuffs that were able to withstand a few months in these cool temperatures. Jerky, flour and nuts were the main things stored away, and we worked quickly to turn whatever we could into non perishables, before turning towards making some other foodstuffs that would last a bit longer - albeit slightly - like biscuits and nut butters, which we placed into jars and sealed with cloth and twine. That was when the idea came to check on some of the further villages for cows or other bovines, which would be a good source of food eventually as well as milk, and to also look for any other farm animals that could be brought here to be taken care of and reared. If we had access to milk and eggs, that would increase the variety in the menu and add another thing to nurture these people, while the wool from sheep and feathers from any birds would provide comfort. Satanya rolled her eyes as she gestured around the hall, adding "Take a look around. A good, long look around. Then tell me that again." The man did as he was asked, and as he turned to observe his fellow humans, he caught the unmistakable horned heads of the Demons standing around the outside of their group, before his eyes landed on the carts and wagons laden with materials and food. Others began to do the same, while Mary sighed again and leaned against the table, the woman exasperatedly asking "Max, do you want to say that again? Can you not use those eyes of yours to see how in just a single day, we went from worrying about our next meal, worrying about the chilly nights, to being able to confidently say we have a good chance of surviving to next month? Let's not even talk about the Demons standing around us with steel sharp enough to cut through stone and mana that's even stronger. Let's not discuss the Princess of the Empire happily concocting potions - Gods be damned POTIONS - over there. Or the Caninekin that has churned out more steel in a day then we are currently armed with? What, pray tell, is our HISTORY doing for us at this point and time?" The humans looked towards Mary as she spoke, and before the man could speak again, their Custodian silenced him with a glare as she said "You asked me why I call myself a Custodian? Because none of you were able to get your heads out of your asses when we came back to naught by ashes and rubble. I rallied us together, I organized us, I gave you direction and purpose. I gave us a chance, a hope that we could keep living, a chance to continue on in the stead of those that died. Custodia and its history is not gone, and it never will be gone. What the FUCK does a building mean?! Who gives a damn about the Maxim House?! What do they mean without a story attached to them? Do you care about the building, or the meaning that was behind it? Maxim was a founder of Custodia, yes, but what would Maxim say now that Custoida is in ruin? That its people are slaughtered? Tell me what Maxim would say. Go on. I know YOU know it." The man gulped as Mary continued to glare at him, sweat appearing on his brow while he wrung his hands out, nervousness settling in as he was singled out. "As... As long as there is a... a heart beating with our peoples blood, Custodia shall continue to live on." "Is your heart still beating? Is my heart not still beating? Are these one hundred other people's hearts not beating?! Well?! ARE THEY?!" Max flinched at the sudden shout, taking a step back as he stared at Mary with fear, only to swallow hard and nod, unable to speak. "Then Custodia continues to live on. Now, can you give me a reason why we should give a damn about these buildings? The people who are giving us a chance to live a normal, cushioned life again are here to stay. The people who could have taken our Justiciar and turned them inside out just for fun. Do you want to try and tell them that Custodia isn't their city again? Because I quite like the way my body is currently, minus the age. So unless you want to try that - or any of you other weaklings - let's come to terms that Custodia is no longer just ours. It's the Empire's as well. We can keep the culture alive, the history alive, but it is entering a new age. And unless you want to claim that you are able to replicate Maxim's feats from the legends, shut up and focus on the future. The past is done, the present it fleeting, and the future is all that matters. Got that? Now, let's figure out how to make that future one that benefits us, hm? I don't know about you, but I would like to die peacefully in my sleep and not in the belly of a monster or freezing to death..."
