The Knight of Light plants the sun in the eternal night.

In the square in front of Sunflower Castle, the light from the linden trees shines like a lighthouse over a long distance.

Before leaving with the convoy, Pastor Lamar cast a Holy Light spell on the Linden Tree Light Plant one last time to ensure its growth without any loss.

The convoy departed.

The manor remains bustling with activity.

Franken rode a regular warhorse, pacing back and forth around the castle, urging and directing the serfs to work, mainly setting up tents.

Mrs. Abby, along with two kitchen maids, Nicole who had just arrived, and a group of elderly women who had come to serve in the military, made black bread together, batch after batch, and put it into burlap sacks.

From last night to today, I don't know how many batches of dark bread I've made.

This will be the food for the serfs in the future.

Leo took a piece of black bread from the sack. It was shaped like a long stick. He weighed it in his hand; it was very heavy, about nine pounds. One piece of black bread like that would be enough to feed an adult laborer for three days.

Eat sparingly, even if it only lasts for five days.

However, serfs had a heavy workload, and if they were not well-fed, they simply could not do any work.

Therefore, if a thousand serfs arrive and spend their days clearing wasteland, there must be a sufficient supply of black bread. They would need to consume three to four hundred black breads every day. Even with discounts for the elderly and children, at least three hundred black breads would still need to be prepared.

Then serve it with a pot of rich soup.

Peas, broad beans, lentils, onions, chives, carrots, and cabbage are simmered together for a whole day.

The serfs' food problem was solved.

"Add some oil, and some salt," Leo suggested.

Mrs. Abby shrugged: "Young master, this pot of soup is so big. If we add too little oil and salt, it won't be flavorful. If we add too much, our stock won't be enough. Besides, I add a little salt to every pot of soup, enough for the serfs to work up a sweat."

Butler Decker walked over and said with a smile, "Young master, although we are short of oil and salt, we have plenty of beer. The serfs all love to drink beer."

Beer is easy to brew.

The barley grown on the estate is mainly used for brewing beer. Barley, water, yeast, and a little hops can be used to brew a refreshing and thirst-quenching light beer, which is also the dark beer that everyone loves.

Black bread, thick soup, and dark beer—the standard serf's three-piece set.

After checking on the serfs' food, Leo went to the site selection area for the fortified village. According to the plan, it was a square fortified village. Franken was leading people to dig the foundation and lay a layer of pebbles on the foundation.

A large number of pebbles were transported from the pebble pit, which were just enough to build the foundation of the house.

On the foundation, only rammed earth could be used to build the walls.

Stone is scarce, and timber is unaffordable—in the Eternal Night Continent, plants are a precious resource for nurturing Lightbringers, and are generally rarely cut down.

The rammed earth walls are then covered with thatch and straw to form a roof, which is then covered with a layer of clay tiles that have been simply burned.

Most serf houses were built this way.

"Leo, you've arrived." Franken's lips were blistered. Commanding serfs was a tedious job. Sometimes he would talk until his spittle dried up, and the serfs still might not understand. He could only keep shouting loudly.

"How is it?"

"The foundation was easy to handle; everything was done according to your requirements. In addition to the main building, each household was given a small yard to grow vegetables and raise chickens." Franken gestured with his fingers towards the foundation. "Furthermore, the vegetation isolation zone has been planned... This is a huge project."

"The drainage system needs to be done well, as well as the bathhouse and latrines."

"The bathhouse is easy to build, but the latrines are useless. The serfs treasure every bit of their excrement and urine, keeping it to fertilize their own fields... Of course, of course, I will build a latrine on each of the four sides of the fortified village."

"We need to think about mills and shops; they will be essential as the population grows."

"As you wish." Franken nodded.

As evening approached, Pluto and his knights escorted the caravan, which was packed full of thirty carriages.

Then, under the knights' command, adults, children, and serfs disembarked from the carriage one by one.

"You go to the castle for a meal, and leave the rest to Franken," Leo instructed. The knights had to continue their journey and could only take turns resting in the carriage along the way; these next two days would be exhausting.

"Thank you, sir!" Pluto and the others hurried off to eat.

Franken stood on a rock and shouted, "Serfs, assemble! New serfs, assemble here! Line up in family units, one at a time. Serfs who are alone, stand on the left; serfs with families, stand on the right!"

Frankenstein is arranging for ordinary serfs.

Leo wasn't idle either; he summoned twenty craftsmen, ten apprentice knights, and five apprentice priests.

This falls under the category of technical personnel.

"Trainee priests, you will all follow Old Bob and be stationed at the Magic Crystal Field greenhouse, expanding from two acres to twenty acres. Old Bob will arrange the specifics of how to cultivate the Light Plants." Leo first made arrangements for the five trainee priests.

These five trainee pastors were all men, and all of them were quite old.

They are all clearly lacking in potential.

A baron with potential would probably be reluctant to be released.

"Apprentice knights, work for John the Bearded Man for now. Once Frankenstein has organized the serfs into teams, I will assign you your tasks." Leo already had a plan to divide the serfs into eleven production teams.

A production team, with a trainee knight acting as its manager.

These apprentice knights were both men and women, and varied in age, but all were past the age at which they might awaken their Holy Light Battle Aura.

Without achieving extraordinary status, one is not much different from an ordinary person and must remain a serf.

Finally, there were twenty artisans. Leo asked, "What skills do you all possess? Tell me one by one."

"Sir, my name is Hawke, and I'm a baker. I specialize in making black bread, white bread, and all sorts of specialty breads," a little old man introduced himself with a smile, his attitude very respectful.

"From now on, everyone should call me 'Young Master Leo'," Leo corrected the serfs' address.

His father is still alive, so he has no right to call himself "Master".

There is only one lord in the Firefly Wilderness, Baron Lenard.

"Yes, Master Leo."

"Since you know how to make bread, why don't you open a bakery on the manor? From now on, the serfs can buy bread from you." Making bread by hand is time-consuming and laborious, and many serfs don't have the means to do so.

Previously, they would exchange black bread for it at the castle.

But now there are too many serfs, thirteen or fourteen hundred of them, enough to break down the castle threshold.

"Thank you for your kindness, young master Leo!" Old man Hawke happily accepted the arrangement. Craftsmen are always in demand, and they don't have to work in the fields.

After the baker Hawke, there was the blacksmith One-Eyed Tom, the seamstress Ms. Snedd… brewers, leather craftsmen, butchers, fishermen, carpenters, stonemasons, potters, millers, beekeepers, coopers, candle makers…

It could be said that the twenty artisans sent by the Baron encompassed all the skills needed for an entire estate.

"Those who want to open shops, open shops; those who want to build mills, build mills. You twenty people, stay in the Swamp Manor and live a good life."

Since he was a craftsman, Leo naturally had to treat him well.

Directly subsidize these people to open shops.

Of course, the shop's owner was still Leo, since the indentures of these serfs were all in Leo's hands.

Even if they were asked to work for free, they would have no choice but to do it.

However, Leo wasn't that greedy. Like the serfs who grew crops, he only took a cut, and the rest was considered the serfs' private property.

Under the evening light of the linden trees, Leo summoned all the serfs.

He began his address as lord: "You are new here and can only live in tents, but construction on the manor's fortified village has already begun. As your lord, I assure you that in a month, everyone will have a house to live in!"