"Good lad, your character has deeply touched us. If you ever encounter difficulties, please don't hesitate to come to us. We will surely do our utmost to assist you," Mrs. Ryan said in a solemn tone.
"I will," Glen replied with a smile.
Just as he finished speaking, a knock on the door sounded from downstairs.
"I'll go and see who it is."
Mrs. Ryan immediately went downstairs. Glen thought it was time for him to leave, so he bid farewell to the sheriff and followed her downstairs.
Outside the door were four police officers dressed in black uniforms. As soon as they saw Mrs. Ryan, they politely saluted.
"It's you. You're here to visit your captain, aren't you? Come on in."
Mrs. Ryan was evidently on familiar terms with these people and stepped aside to let them in.
As soon as the four of them entered the room, they saw Glen, who had just come downstairs. One of them, a relatively young man with dark brown hair, immediately exclaimed in surprise,
"Aren't you the person who lives in Bayek? What are you doing here?"
The other three people seemed to be reminded and all wore expressions of"So it's him."
"He was setting up a stall on the central street selling furniture. I saw him and invited him to help replace the broken door. But I never expected that he actually knows medicine and managed to cure your captain," Mrs. Ryan said with a smile, introducing Glen to them. Then she turned to Glen and said,"Are you leaving? I was thinking of asking you to taste the fine wine that Dogli has been saving."
"No, thank you. I..."
"Wait a moment!" Before Glen could finish, the young man suddenly interrupted."Madam, you said he sells furniture? Isn't he a butcher? And he cured the captain?!"
"Yes," Mrs. Ryan nodded affirmatively."He's not only a butcher but also works part - time as a carpenter. As for curing Dogli, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it either."
The four police officers exchanged glances.
Leaving aside Glen's occupation for the moment, it was hard to understand how he could have cured the captain.
They also knew that the captain's injury was no ordinary one. Logically, ordinary treatment methods should not have been effective.
Could this fellow know magic or possess magical items?
This was the thought that occurred to them simultaneously.
"How did you manage to do it?" the young man couldn't help but ask Glen.
There was no other way. Glen had to repeat the explanation he had given upstairs. The four police officers were skeptical.
However, he didn't feel the need to make them believe him. After finishing, he said to Mrs. Ryan,
"Madam, I've already measured the length and width of the door frame. I can bring the finished door tomorrow and install it. Do you have any other requirements?"
"I want the same type of door as the sample I picked. There are no other requirements."
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Mrs. Ryan was referring to one of the sample doors that Glen had displayed at his stall.
"All right, see you later, madam."
"Take care. Good luck."
Watching Glen leave the house, a police officer who was slightly plump murmured,"What a mysterious fellow..."
The others nodded in agreement.
After exchanging some polite words with Mrs. Ryan, the four of them went upstairs to visit their captain.
As soon as they met, the police officers were about to say some words of good wishes and congratulations, but Dogli immediately got down to business.
"Let's skip the pleasantries. Did anything happen at the station while I was away?"
The group looked at each other. They were all familiar with their captain's character and were not surprised by his directness.
The young man with dark brown hair spoke up,
"Captain, you'd better be prepared. The situation at the station is not very optimistic..."
"What? Are those team leaders causing trouble again?" Dogli raised an eyebrow.
The young man's face turned bitter."The team leaders are fine. It's mainly the families of the murdered townspeople. They're almost tearing the police station apart. After you had the accident yesterday, those criminals went crazy. They were running amok in the town and kidnapped a lot more children. The police officers are overwhelmed..."
"What?!" Dogli was almost fuming with anger."Those filthy scoundrels! They'll go to hell! Cough, cough..."
"Captain!" The police officers were startled by Dogli's reaction and were worried that he might collapse.
Ever since the first child disappearance case, the pressure on the police officers had been increasing little by little.
At the vanguard of this overwhelming pressure was Dogli. In the current situation, his emotions, which had always been so composed in the past, now erupted completely, devoid of their former tranquility.
He ranted and raved for quite a while before his agitated state gradually subsided. The police officers beside him, unaccustomed to seeing their captain in such a state of discomposure, cowered in submission, not daring to utter a word.
"Captain, are you all right?" one of the officers whispered timidly.
Dogli panted for a moment, then cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "It is abundantly clear that some extraordinary power has meddled in this case. Has no one in the station reported it?"
"We've already reported it. They said they would send a second - rank knight, but it will take a few days..."
"Be more specific! How many days exactly?!"
"About... ten days..."
"Ten days!? The lives of those children are still in the balance, and they expect us to wait ten days!? Didn't you make them understand the gravity of the situation? Those are the lives of more than twenty children! More than twenty families! Cough! Cough!"
Another fit of coughing seized Dogli, his face turning a deep red and the veins on his forehead bulging.
"We told them everything, but they said the knight is Sir Thael. You know his character, Captain..."
"Thael..." Dogli closed his eyes, a profound sense of powerlessness washing over his entire body.
Thael was a knight notorious for his indolence. No matter how big or small the task, he could never be motivated to work efficiently. Even though many people criticized him, his procrastination remained ingrained.
Dogli could already picture Thael leisurely riding his horse, wallowing in drunkenness.
"Go back for now. I'll be there soon to take charge," Dogli said, waving them away.
"But Captain, what about your health..." the four officers expressed their concerns.
"I'm fine!" Dogli bellowed.
Realizing that further persuasion was futile, the officers had no choice but to withdraw.
...
Counting the copper and silver coins he had earned that day, Glen returned to the town of Bayek in high spirits, driving his deer - drawn cart.
After a simple meal of a few slices of bread at home, he went straight to the pigsty.
The young nobleman remained as incorrigible as ever.
The black pigs in the sty were grunting incessantly, and various kinds of weeds were scattered at their feet, all of which the pigs refused to eat.
It was obvious that they were extremely hungry.
Meanwhile, Ravel was sitting at the foot of a tree, yawning comfortably.
As soon as he saw Glen approaching, he immediately put on an act, picking up a short sickle to cut the grass.
"It seems you didn't listen to what I said this morning. Don't blame me for what happens next," Glen said, addressing the back of Ravel as he pretended to be hard - working. Then he went to cut the pigweed and feed the pigs himself.
Who would do the kind of work that only commoners do? I'd rather die than do it... Ravel cursed silently, his head lowered.
After dealing with the noisy black pigs, Glen set about crafting the wooden door needed for Mrs. Ryan's house. This only took him a short while.
With the remaining time, he continued to make furniture.
When night fell.
Glen deliberately didn't let Ravel have any of the supper he prepared. Ravel, equally stubborn, refused to eat and went back to the shed to sleep on his own.
The young nobleman, who had never had to worry about food since childhood, was clearly unaware of the true horror of hunger.