Lynn, Who Brewed Wine Like Mud

Hill received the newspapers Lynn had sent over the next day.

The thick stack of newspapers stood more than a meter high, delivered by a burly Level 7 warrior and two attendants.

Hill guessed they were town guards, Lynn's subordinates.

Otherwise, even those in this small town who went to church would avoid his place.

These men should really have been considered soldiers, so Hill could not reward them with tips.

Though he did not know the attributes of warriors in Faerûn, Hill still decided to be cautious when dealing with official personnel. He could not give them money only to make them feel insulted.

It would be fine once he grew accustomed to everything outside, Hill thought with a frown. After all, this was not a place ruled by nobles, so it was better to be careful about certain things.

In the end, he treated the three warriors to a cup of Elven Wine. It was really just mixed fruit juice, but for warriors who could only advance by repeatedly pushing past their physical limits, this juice's ability to help repair bodily injuries was extremely useful.

The three warriors exchanged looks before drinking the juice, then abruptly grew excited.

The feeling of having their bodies fully restored to health was simply wonderful. Compared to monetary compensation, being able to advance again so soon was a far better outcome—the best reward they had ever dreamed of.

No wonder the Sheriff had sent them to deliver such a small thing. They had thought no one dared bring anything to a Mage this powerful!

They had heard this Mage was at least Level 14, even stronger than Mage Hughes, whom no one in the library dared provoke.

They happily returned to report to Lynn. As for outsiders asking how much compensation they