“Satisfied, satisfied.” Henry Clark murmured in response, not even sure how he had offended Grace to deserve such treatment from her. However, Henry Clark was simply too tired. He took the lead, pushed open the door, walked in, and immediately saw a bed inside that looked relatively clean.

“Nothing beats a bed!” Henry Clark couldn’t help but stroke the bed, casually dusted off the sheet, and then lay down directly.

“It’s definitely not as comfortable as your luxurious castles, my lord…” Grace’s unfriendly voice had just reached this point when she heard the faint sound of snoring from Henry Clark on the bed. Henry Clark had actually fallen asleep the moment he lay down.

Grace looked in surprise at this noble who was completely different from the one in her mind. She couldn’t help but frown, unable to say a word. She simply stepped forward, arranged Henry Clark’s legs, took off his shoes, then glanced at the sleeping Henry Clark, shook her head, turned, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

There was nothing to be done. Ever since his soul had come to this world, Henry Clark hadn’t had a good night’s sleep. When traveling with that count whose name he still couldn’t remember, he was constantly worried about the gold coins on him, and also had to merge with the original soul’s memories—how could he possibly sleep soundly? After his gold coins were stolen, he did feel more at ease, but three days of trekking in the wild had left his not-so-strong body unable to bear it any longer. Now that he finally had a safe place to sleep, he naturally fell into a deep slumber right away.

Henry Clark had no idea how long he slept. All he knew was that when he woke up, his stomach was so empty it felt like his chest was sticking to his back—an exaggeration, but not by much.

As he was enduring the discomfort of his rumbling stomach, Henry Clark suddenly caught the scent of bread. That pure, coarse-grain wheat aroma was an irresistible temptation to Henry Clark at that moment.

He sat up from the bed in one swift motion, almost performing a perfect kip-up. As he turned around, he was startled to see a pair of unfamiliar girls standing at the door. The two girls looked exactly alike. One was holding a simple wooden tray with a piece of dark bread on it, while the other’s tray held a wooden cup, presumably filled with water.

Looking at these two even more emaciated girls, Henry Clark suddenly didn’t know what to say, nor whether he should just take the bread from their hands and devour it. At that moment, Henry Clark’s stomach growled again, announcing its emptiness to its owner.

The girls must have heard Henry Clark’s stomach rumble. They hurried forward, placed the trays on the bed, and then, like rabbits shot with arrows, quickly fled the room, standing outside the door and watching him from afar.

It seemed this was meant for him to eat. Henry Clark glanced at the two girls, quickly grabbed the bread, and began to wolf it down.

The bread was coarse and hard. Henry Clark had to take a bite of bread and then a sip of water to swallow it. Even so, Henry Clark ate quickly. Only after finishing the large piece of bread did he pat his now round belly and let out a satisfied burp.

The two girls were still watching from a distance. Henry Clark now understood—they were afraid their twin curse would affect him, so they didn’t dare come close. Thinking of this, Henry Clark couldn’t help but sigh. Such kind people, yet abandoned in this place because of some inexplicable curse legend.

After seeing Henry Clark finish eating, the two girls exchanged a glance, then cautiously entered the room, keeping as far from Henry Clark as possible. They quickly took away the trays and cup, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared without a trace.

Outside, the smell of cooking vegetables wafted in. It seemed everyone was about to eat. Henry Clark walked out the door and looked up—it was midday. He didn’t know if he’d slept a whole day and night or even longer, but he was now full of energy.

In the distance, a group of people were gathered, apparently about to eat. Henry Clark looked over and slowly made his way toward them. He was eager to learn more about this place.

“Keep your voices down, don’t disturb the lord.” As Henry Clark approached the cluster of shacks, he heard someone shushing the others. Hearing this, Henry Clark couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his heart.

“The lord is already awake and has eaten the coarse wheat bread,” came an old man’s voice. “Let’s all eat as well!”

“We don’t have much coarse wheat left—just enough for three loaves, to save for the lord for tonight and tomorrow.” A woman’s voice sounded. Henry Clark recognized it clearly—it was Grace’s voice. “Everyone make do with these wild vegetables for now. When Alice returns, maybe she’ll bring back some more coarse wheat.”

“It looks like the lord is going to stay. We can’t have him eating coarse wheat bread every day, can we?” the old man asked again.

“If possible, let’s save some of the hunted magical beasts as meat for the lord,” Grace said, sounding very much like the person in charge here, her words carrying a tone of leadership. “But if we keep the magical beasts, our income will decrease, and then everyone’s food might not be enough.”