Chapter 3.2
Raising the Northern Grand Duchy as a Max-Level All-Master
âHaha! Fair enough. Go on, then.â
âThanks.â
âBut donât go beyond Cloud Ridge. Monsters and predators are often spotted there.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â
The guard didnât seem offended by my casual tone.
Since I was already known as a healer, it appeared I had earned some recognition.
Yesterdayâs incident had brought me more benefits than just money.
With no further issues, I passed through the city gates.
I had even brought a letter of identification from Jack, the innkeeper, just in case, but it turned out to be unnecessary.
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Once outside the city, I walked for about 30 minutes.
By then, the sun had started to rise.
Considering that Haven bordered the magic zone, even venturing this far out could be considered a bit of an adventure.
However, since I was heading in the opposite direction of the magic zone and the cityâs scent lingered strongly, there were no monsters in sight.
The only creatures I encountered were non-aggressive ones, like birds, rabbits, mice, and deer.
âThis world really is something else. Even in the snow-covered winter, white grass grows like this. It must be because of mana.â
The fields I reached were much easier to navigate than the city streets.
While the city was blanketed in deep snow, this area had only a light covering.
âLooks like thereâs a magic stone mine nearby.â
I could guess why the snow was shallower here.
Though tempted to explore the mine, I decided to leave that for another day.
I had no equipment, tools, or means to utilize or sell magic stones at the moment.
âSpices⦠spicesâ¦â
I roamed the mana-infused fields lightly dusted with snow, searching for ingredients.
âSpices donât have to mean just pepper.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
As I wandered, I looked for unique plants and roots native to this world that could serve a similar purpose to Earthly spices.
Despite the winter, life still flourished on these mana-blessed northern plains.
Snow-white weeds stretched across the landscape.
âI found it. Northern spices.â
It didnât take long for me to discover herbs and roots that could serve as the Northern regionâs equivalent of MSG.
I immediately began collecting them, stuffing my finds into the leather bag I carried.
Rustle, rustle, chop.
For several hours, I cut plants with my dagger, picked fallen leaves, and dug shallowly into the ground to unearth roots, packing everything tightly into my leather bag.
It was a bit annoying to harvest while wearing fur gloves, but thanks to my high Dexterity stat, the process wasnât too difficult.
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After filling my bag to the brim, I nodded in satisfaction.
âThis should be enough.â
My haul was diverse but could be divided into two main categories: Snowflower Roots and Winterleaf.
Both were common in this fantasy world, especially in the North.
âNext time, Iâll hire city kids or adventurers to gather these.â
Content with my harvest, I decided this wasnât a task Iâd want to repeat and started heading back to the city.
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When I reached the city gates, a different guard was on duty.
âAh, the healer from Jackâs inn, right? I heard about you during the shift change. Youâre back already?â
It seemed this guard had been briefed about me and greeted me with familiarity.
âI got lucky and found what I needed quickly.â
âWinterleaf and Snowflower Roots? And some random weeds, too. What are you going to do with all that? Are these for medicine?â
âIâm planning to use them for cooking.â
âFor cooking? Youâre going to use stuff deer eat in food?!â
The guardâs reaction made it clear that spices were not yet part of the Northern Regionâs culinary culture.
These plants were either dismissed as useless weeds or considered forage for herbivores like deer.
âItâs just an experiment. If it doesnât work out, Iâll drop it.â
Not wanting to waste time debating, I brushed off the guardâs skepticism.
âWell, I donât get it, but go on in.â
He didnât ask for a bribe or stop me.
Perhaps it was out of consideration for me being a healer, or perhaps the Northâs strong military discipline simply made such things unnecessary.
âThese Northern folks. Always complaining about scarce food and bland meals, but theyâve never even thought to use this stuff?
These could all be excellent spices and seasonings if used properly.â
As I walked back to the inn, I clicked my tongue at their lack of culinary creativity.
âThen again, they only started eating this stuff after the Empireâs exploitation and the Great Famine.â
The thought of the Northâs eventual tragedies sobered me for a moment.
Still, my steps felt lighter and easier than they had in the morning.
The townsfolk and adventurers had done an excellent job clearing the snow during the day.
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When I arrived at the inn, I found Jack and his son, Tom, cleaning the first floor.
âYouâre back? Where did you run off so early?â
Jack, with his balding head, scruffy beard, and round belly, was sweeping carefully with his bandaged right arm.
Meanwhile, Tom was busy scrubbing the floor nearby.
âI went outside the city to gather some things.â
I gestured to the bag slung over my shoulder, drawing their curious gazes.
âDid we skip breakfast service?â I asked, noting the unusually quiet and empty first floor.
âMost of our guests donât eat breakfast here. Those who do usually take one look at my cooking and head to another place.â
Jack chuckled wryly and shrugged.
âSo that means thereâll be customers for lunch?â
âExactly. After tasting yesterdayâs stew, Iâm sure every adventurer and mercenary in this city will be eating here.â
Jack looked at me with hopeful eyes as I headed toward the kitchen.
Gulp.
Beside him, Tom seemed to unconsciously swallow at the memory of yesterdayâs stew.
âIâll serve up something even better today.â
Leaving the two behind, I eagerly began preparing for lunch.
âBy the way, can I ask Tom to help out with small tasks while I cook?â
âOf course, as long as you pay him a little for his efforts.â
âDeal. Tom, fetch some clean water for me.â
âIâll go draw some from the well right away!â
Motivated by the promise of pay, Tom darted out of the inn.
Just a moment later, Jackâs puzzled voice came from behind me.
âBut⦠Why did you gather so many inedible weeds and roots? Did some new medicine get discovered while I wasnât looking?â