After celebrating with the soldiers, evening gradually fell.
After leaving the military camp, Phield made his usual patrol around Windrise Town.
When he returned to the castle, he suddenly slapped his thigh and asked the maid beside him, "The pig pancreas and lard weren't thrown away, right?"
"No, my lord." The maid Nina immediately replied, "We have always followed your orders. Resources in the territory are scarce, so every bit is fully utilized. The lard has been stored away, and the pig offal is used to feed the giant wolves and spiders. The offal from last night's slaughter hasn't been sent to the ranch yet."
"Good."
Hearing that the lard was still there, Phield let out a sigh of relief.
"My lord, things like lard are… well, unhealthy and unworthy of your status. It's enough to feed them to the commoners and slaves. There is still plenty of radish seed oil and olive oil in the castle. It can last for quite a while."
