After arranging matters related to the water-powered trip-hammer, Leech rode his horse back to Porcupine Castle.
The sweltering heat made him unwilling to spend even a moment longer under the sun.
He chugged a glass of chilled honey beer. GLUG GLUG. The icy liquid was a welcome shock to his throat, and his body quickly cooled down. Being able to drink cold beer in the sweltering summer—life wasn't bad at all.
But speaking of hot summers, how could you not have ice cream?
Mr. Barrel had all but retired to the sidelines. Especially in the summer; with his portly figure, he would probably pass out on the spot if he stayed in the kitchen for too long.
Fortunately, he had trained a batch of rather promising apprentices. Some had gone to work at the tavern, but the vast majority remained within Porcupine Castle.
They specialized in different areas; some were primarily responsible for baking pastries like cakes, bread, tarts, and pies.
