As expected, Ravel, who had failed to meet the requirements the previous night, was given a beating by Glen. As a result, his face remained bruised and swollen even today.

Tia felt a pang of pity upon seeing this.

However, she did not dare to utter a word, for Glen had been rather harsh when administering the punishment, and she had been thoroughly intimidated.

In addition to the bruises from the beating, Ravel also had faint dark circles under his eyes.

This was not due to the pain preventing him from sleeping but rather because he had witnessed something truly terrifying the previous night, which had left him too frightened to sleep a wink.

They were some indescribable, twisted monsters that roamed the now - quiet streets, searching for food everywhere.

Ravel had never seen such a scene before and was so terrified that he wet himself on the spot. He desperately wanted to leave this place but did not dare to disobey Glen's orders, which caused him extreme distress.

"It seems you didn't sleep well last night. But I won't be giving you any time to rest. There's still work to be done later. I advise you to pull yourself together, or you'll get another beating," Glen said when the three of them were seated together after he had prepared breakfast.

Ravel nodded wearily, his fork listlessly stabbing at the food.

Tia couldn't help but put some vegetables in Ravel's bowl. Then, she looked at Glen nervously, afraid that he might get angry.

However, Glen paid no attention to her little gesture and simply continued, "I'm willing to provide you with food now, but if you fail to complete today's tasks, you'll have to go hungry."

I don't care if I don't eat. Who wants it... Ravel thought to himself, gritting his teeth, but he still nodded submissively on the surface.

Glen could more or less guess what the other was thinking but did not say anything more. Ravel would understand once he had experienced the consequences.

After breakfast, Tia conscientiously cleared the dishes and began to do the housework, while Glen took Ravel to the pigsty.

The faint smell of pig manure in the air irritated Ravel's nose, but he paid no heed, for there was a terrifying one - eyed dog with a hideous appearance staring at him.

"This is NightRoar. He will be responsible for your safety," Glen introduced casually.

Then, pointing at the small pigsty, he said, "Your task today is to feed these black pigs. You need to cut pigweed around here and then chop it up. I'll teach you the specific steps later. I've already told you what will happen if you don't finish. You'd better take care."

Having made all the arrangements, Glen immediately drove the deer - drawn cart away to continue selling the wooden furniture he had made.

As he left the forest on the outskirts of Bayek, the sun became brighter, and Glen couldn't help but feel more relaxed.

When he reached the outskirts of Dude Town, the more stringent and numerous patrolling and inspecting police officers than usual made Glen frown.

"Haven't they caught those child - stealing scoundrels yet?" he murmured to himself.

There were hardly any abnormalities in the items on the deer - drawn cart, and since several of the police officers knew Glen, he was able to enter the town smoothly.

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Perhaps it was because they had never seen furniture with such a unique style, or maybe it was the strange appearance of the large deer. As Glen passed through the streets, he attracted many curious glances from passers - by.

He was rather pleased with this, as it was beneficial for his business.

He was still on the central street. Glen found a good location, arranged the furniture one by one, and made a simple price list, placing it beside the items.

Eim was still selling meat. In the past few days, without Glen competing for business, his shop was no longer overly deserted, but it was still far from what it had been before Glen's appearance.

Now, upon seeing Glen's return, his face immediately fell.

The townspeople who paid attention to the meat prices now knew that there was a young man selling pork that was not only cheap but also tasted good. Whenever they wanted to buy meat, Glen was their first choice.

Eim thought that he might not have much business today.

However, he soon noticed that Glen had not brought any meat but a pile of beautifully crafted furniture.

This made him feel more optimistic. Since Glen wasn't selling meat, it wouldn't affect his business.

With these thoughts, Eim's mood improved significantly.

Glen didn't care what others thought. He was now focused on promoting his products.

Once everything was ready, the curious onlookers who had been waiting around crowded forward and started pointing at the exquisite wooden furniture.

"Mr. Glen, did you make all these? They're so beautiful! The tables and chairs of those nobles aren't much better than these, are they?"

"They're beautiful, but the prices aren't low either!"

"Just looking at them, you can tell they're not something an ordinary commoner can afford. They're for families with a stable income, or for merchants and nobles."

"I think they're great. I'll buy a few to try."

Observing the intense interest of the townspeople and some traveling merchants and tourists, Glen smiled brightly. He raised his hand to gesture for silence, and the crowd quieted down slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these pieces of furniture were crafted with meticulous care on my part. Each one is sturdy, durable, and lightweight, making them highly convenient. Take, for example, this folding stool..."

As he spoke, Glen picked up a stool that was about the height of a calf. With a few casual maneuvers, he transformed it into a small wooden block, which piqued the curiosity of the onlookers.

"As you can see, whether you're arranging them at home or taking them out, they're extremely convenient."

At this moment, someone pointed at a larger reclining chair and asked, "Hey! Sir, what's this? Can it also be transformed?"

Glen walked over and, with a similar set of maneuvers, folded the reclining chair into a rectangular board.

"This is a reclining chair. Just imagine, after a long day of toil, you can lie on it and enjoy the sun leisurely. How relaxing that would be! Moreover, the price is already quite reasonable compared to what others are selling. Those who are interested should seize the opportunity to purchase it!"

Glen's introduction was so detailed that it ignited the purchasing desire of everyone present. Before long, some people couldn't resist expressing their intention to buy.

Glen had initially assumed that it would take until evening at the earliest to sell all the goods, considering that furniture wasn't exactly inexpensive. He hadn't expected that, shortly after he started selling, all the items would be snapped up.

This left him in a somewhat awkward situation, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

However, he couldn't have foreseen that these unique pieces of furniture that he had sold would set off a wave of popularity throughout the entire Zern Kingdom, bringing him a certain degree of fame among some circles.

There was still one order that required him to install a door frame at the customer's residence. Once he completed this task, he could head back home. This was likely to be the earliest he had ever returned after doing business in Dude Town.

Glen recalled the address provided by the buyer, and the deer - drawn cart slowly set off.

When he arrived at the destination.

It was the home of a middle - class family, as evidenced by the beautiful interior decoration of the house.

Glen stepped forward and knocked gently on the door. As expected, the person who opened the door was the buyer, a cleanly dressed and good - looking woman.

Glen immediately greeted her, "Good day, madam."

"It's you, my dear. You can just call me Mrs. Ryan. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it until later. Please come in."

"The business has been better than I anticipated. I didn't expect it either..."

As he spoke, Glen had already stepped into the house.

Mrs. Ryan didn't urge Glen to start working right away. Instead, she first poured him a cup of hot water.

Glen's ears twitched slightly, and he heard a few faint coughing sounds. These sounds didn't come from Mrs. Ryan.

"The door that needs to be replaced is the one by the window on the second floor. Whenever I forget to close the window at night, it always makes an unpleasant noise. I've been wanting to replace it for a long time."

"Don't worry. That won't happen again in the future."

Glen took a sip of the plain water, replied, and then went upstairs with his tools.