บท 110: Lowpool Autumn

Defi didn't show his wince as the mistress of the house tried to urge a cloth-wrapped bundle into his possession.

It was one and a half months after the blessing feast before Defi could gain a day that there was no one dropping by the homestead. 

The blessing feast had, to the people of the town, acted like a formal introduction, after which seemingly half the town that peripherally knew him decided to get acquainted.

In return to their visits to the homestead, Defi spent a lot of time taking meals in other houses, giving away small return gifts, and getting to know the people better.

Added to the many things he already had to do now that his contract with Bluzand specified five barrels per type of vinegar a month instead of just samples, his free time for the last month and a half was limited.

Defi didn't mind. He was used to social obligation and understood the importance of having a good reputation.