Gazing at the tall and lanky man before him, Ravel, driven by the pride of a young noble, forcibly suppressed any signs of timidity.

"Yes, so you are interested in attempting this job, aren't you, sir?"

There was a faint, lingering odor of blood about the tall and lanky man. Ravel couldn't quite identify it, yet he found the smell rather unpleasant.

Upon hearing Ravel's words, the man's eyes widened slightly. He cast a glance around and said,

"This doesn't resemble a slaughterhouse. Will I be working here?"

Ravel thought to himself, "How on earth should I know?"

Nonetheless, he replied, "You needn't concern yourself with that. The boss will inform you. For now, all you need to do is decide whether you wish to take up this position."

"You're not the boss?" The man was taken aback and inquired.

"I've never claimed to be the boss." Ravel rolled his eyes. "Now, do you want this job or not?"

The tall and lanky man fumbled in his pocket, withdrew a few copper coins while facing away from Ravel, closed his eyes, let out a sigh, and then turned around and said,

"Certainly. I am in dire need of this job."

Ravel straightened the pale yellow paper on the table and asked in a business - like manner,

"Very well, then I need to confirm some details about you. The first question: are you in good health, sir?"

The tall and lanky man shook his head. "No, I am perfectly healthy."

"Good. Have you ever engaged in any related work before? Specifically, being a butcher."

"I used to be in this line of work a long time ago. I was a renowned butcher in my hometown."

"A long time ago? So you haven't been doing it since then? Why?"

"I heard from a friend that there were numerous job openings for workers in the main city, offering excellent benefits such as free meals and accommodation, and the work was not arduous. So I went there."

"Then why did you return?"

"Because it turned out to be a hoax. Those factory owners were all ruthless exploiters who would squeeze every ounce of value out of you! Although the salary was indeed high, I simply couldn't endure it any longer, so I came here."

Ravel nodded. He was becoming more and more engrossed in his role, emulating the way of conducting interviews that Glen had demonstrated to him before departing.

He was now doing it so convincingly that he actually felt a sense of maturity.

People of my age are probably still in school, attending classes and playing childish games during breaks. But I, I have already become a mature man... He thought to himself with a sense of self - satisfaction, and didn't forget to continue his questioning:

"From what you said just now, you're not from around here. Why did you come here seeking employment?"

The man's face betrayed a hint of resentment. "The town where I once lived already has other butchers, and I don't have sufficient funds to purchase livestock. Almost all my money was spent on buying a new house, and I couldn't establish myself there."

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Ravel wrote something on the paper, which made the tall and lanky man think he was highly professional.

"All right, you are the only qualified candidate today. Wait here for a while. The boss will probably arrive around four or five o'clock in the afternoon."

Upon hearing the curly - haired youth's words, the tall and lanky man seemed to heave a sigh of relief and found a seat to sit down.

From his sleeve, the blade of a dagger protruded slightly, and an eye opened on the blade, glancing around furtively.

The next moment, the tall and lanky man nonchalantly tucked the dagger back into his sleeve with his other hand.

As the sky gradually dimmed.

In the Outer Forest of Bayek, the arrival of several young people had rendered the place much more lively than usual.

They were filled with curiosity about everything and roamed around the forest accompanied by NightRoar.

However, for the most part, they assisted Glen with his work. Although they were unable to handle technical tasks, they could perform some manual labor.

Glen was naturally delighted to make use of this free labor force. Under his guidance, the entire pigsty was almost renovated and reinforced.

But these young people not only didn't feel tired but actually seemed to enjoy it.

Even the noble young lady, who held herself in high regard, joined in the labor, and a look of pride could be seen on her face.

However, whenever Glen looked at her deliberately, the girl would immediately put on a stern expression.

How wonderful it would be if they were all my employees!... Glen couldn't help thinking to himself.

He still needed to make a trip to Dude Town. So, glancing at the sky, Glen signaled everyone to stop and said, "All right, thank you all for your hard work. It's getting late. I'll send you back shortly and give each of you a small gift. How does that sound?"

"There are gifts too!?" It was Bock who exclaimed, his eyes shining with anticipation.

The others also looked at Glen with the same expectant gaze.

Not wanting to keep them in suspense any longer, Glen left the group and headed towards the logging shed.

When he returned, he was carrying a basket woven from rattan in his arms. He took out a charming big - headed woodcarving from it.

"Oh! My goodness! It's so adorable!"

Bonnie exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands and bouncing up and down on her small feet.

At first, they were surprised by the disproportionate head and body of the woodcarving, but the more they looked at it, the more they fell in love with it.

"This looks... like a miniature version of Lila!" Myer, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed the characteristic of the woodcarving and exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, everyone took a closer look and realized that the attire of the woodcarving was identical to what Lila was wearing today.

Of course, the face was a different matter. As everyone knows, cartoon characters, apart from their clothes and hairstyles, basically look quite similar.

But this was the first time these people from another world had seen such a thing, and they were certain that it was an image of Lila.

Lila herself was so excited that her face turned red, and she almost snatched the woodcarving from Glen's hands.

Seeing that everyone liked it, Glen handed the woodcarving in his hand to Lila, who received it with great care.

"Mr. Glen, what about ours!?" Bonnie asked eagerly.

"Don't worry, there's one for each of you."

These woodcarvings were all crafted by Glen in his spare time while these young people were wandering in the forest.

Under his wolf claws, wood was as malleable as foam. It didn't take him more than an hour to complete all of them.

Glen took out the woodcarvings corresponding to each of the young men and women one by one and handed them to them.

When it was Pernas's turn, Glen feigned surprise and asked, "Ah? Do you want one too? I didn't prepare one for you."

Upon hearing this, a wave of grievance welled up in the heart of the blonde noble young lady. She pouted, and it seemed as if a storm was about to break.

Glen quickly took out the last woodcarving and said, "No, no, no! I was just teasing you."

The other party unceremoniously snatched the woodcarving and shot Glen a fierce glare.

Each woodcarving had its own unique pose. Glen had designed them based on the personality traits of each individual, drawing inspiration from some of the character illustrations in games or animations he had seen in his previous life.

After receiving the woodcarvings, the young men and women started discussing them animatedly.

After waiting for a while, Glen called everyone to the road, led out his deer - drawn cart, and motioned for them to get on.

Except for Pernas, who got on the cart reluctantly, the others climbed onto the cart without hesitation.

Glen flicked the reins, and the deer - drawn cart started moving slowly.

They continued to play with the big - headed woodcarvings in their hands and chatted and compared them with each other along the way.

The deer - drawn cart was moving at a fairly good pace, and they finally arrived at Dude Town before six o'clock in the afternoon.

After getting off the cart, the young men and women politely said their goodbyes one by one. Even Pernas blushed and uttered a goodbye.