William Carter's father, grandfather, and even great-grandfather in his previous life all knew medicine, though not at a high level. They weren't just the type who only sold quack remedies, but they really did sell such things before, and were actually somewhat well-known in the surrounding villages.

As the saying goes, medicine and martial arts are inseparable. Things like injury ointments and medicinal wine were absolutely familiar to William Carter; as a child, he was often soaked in medicinal wine every few days.

William Carter himself never practiced any martial arts, but his father and grandfather both knew a few moves—taking down seventy or eighty people at once was no problem for them.

Growing up in such a family environment, even without deliberately studying, William Carter was extremely familiar with many prescriptions and remedies. For example, when he was a child and forced by his grandfather to practice calligraphy, what he wrote were prescriptions!

There weren't many of those prescriptions. Later, after William Carter learned a bit about traditional Chinese medicine, he realized those remedies probably weren't exactly orthodox. But one thing was certain: their effects were extremely reliable, truly living up to their reputation as proven remedies.

However, no matter how effective they were, William Carter never had a chance to use them in his previous life.

When he grew up, he studied neither Chinese nor Western medicine—in short, he had nothing to do with "medicine" at all!

The only habit he inherited from childhood was meditation, but after sitting for twenty years straight, he didn't become a martial arts master—he didn't even see a single result! As William Carter's grandfather often said, "You can't carve rotten wood!"

But now, in this new environment, William Carter thought that maybe the things his grandfather and father forced him to learn as a child could finally come in handy!

Still, there was plenty of time ahead, so he could think about these things slowly. For now, settling down and getting familiar with the environment was the priority.

At breakfast, William Carter found that today's meal was indeed no longer meat soup and black bread, but had been replaced with steamed pork.

Actually, the difference between the two was just one being steamed and the other boiled, with a few different ingredients—the change wasn't that big. But the taste was worlds apart.

This, too, was a matter of habit.

For William Carter, he could easily whip up something at least tasty with whatever was on hand. But for the likes of Aunt Lillian and the others, they neither had the ability nor the habit to change things—

Everyone lived this way, so who would think to change anything?

After breakfast, William Carter was once again showered with praise from the little ones, and a few even asked what other delicious things William Carter could make.

Then William Carter realized that the children here had a lot of free time.

Because there was no school for them to attend.

They didn't need to learn to read or write, and being so young, they couldn't go out to be mercenaries yet. Even chores weren't assigned to them. Boys like Dick who were over eight had to practice martial arts in the morning, but girls like Ivy White had nothing to do all day.

Luckily, little Ivy White was already nine.

Actually, it wasn't just the kids—even the mercenaries like Captain Owen didn't go out on missions every day. Their work was more like "three days fishing, two days drying the net."—Not because they were lazy, but because in this world, in this era, time was simply used inefficiently.

Everyone was like this!

Learning all this, William Carter couldn't help but sigh. This world seemed perfect for retirement.

But his body was only thirteen years old!

Retiring at thirteen—wasn't that a bit too early?

William Carter went to Captain Owen and said he wanted to stroll around the town, so Captain Owen decided to accompany him personally. On one hand, it showed he valued William Carter, and on the other, he really had nothing else to do!

So, when they went out, besides William Carter, Captain Owen, and a big guy from the group named Hammer, they were followed by a dozen or so little kids.

As they wandered around town, Captain Owen explained various things about the town to William Carter.

Once again, William Carter was amazed. Many of the things he saw left him in awe, even with his steady temperament.

At the meat market—