Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

At that time, he was fearless and had no courage.

But now, time waits for no man, and he has grown old.

Although she knew in her heart that Lord Link would arrange everything perfectly, fear still crept into her heart.

"Alas, I'm getting old after all. My courage has waned. I'm really useless now..." Old Snow couldn't help but sigh softly.

At this moment, figures could be seen moving about in the dense forest northeast of Thorn Ridge.

"Boss, the grain convoy is almost right under our noses. Shall we make a move?" a bandit asked in a low voice, his face full of urgency.

"Has any news come back from Winterhold?" The bandit leader frowned, his expression grave.

“A few days ago someone came back with news that Orlando had been executed by that lord, but in the last two days, no other news has come back,” another bandit hurriedly replied.

"That shouldn't be a big problem. Even if we encounter some obstacles, if we can manage to rescue a few carriages, it'll be a sure-fire way to make a profit!"

Those were thirty wagons fully loaded with grain, each probably worth three or four gold coins!

A glint of greed flashed in the bandit leader's eyes. He waved his hand sharply and shouted, "Go! Tell the brothers to be on their toes and get ready! As soon as the caravan reaches the foot of Thorn Ridge, we'll make our move!"

"Yes, boss!"

The bandit accepted the order and left, his voice filled with excitement and ruthlessness.

They've done this kind of thing so many times that it's second nature to them.

Sure enough, as soon as Old Slo's grain convoy reached the foot of the mountain, the bandits swarmed out of the woods halfway up the mountain like hungry wolves, their shouts shaking the forest.

Looking around, there were probably over a hundred people.

Bandits were seen on both sides of the hillside, and what was even more alarming was that there were people on the hillside with bows drawn and arrows nocked, the arrowheads gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Damn it! They have archers!" Old Slo's pupils shrank, and his heart tightened.

However, the next second, a mercenary next to him reacted quickly, taking a step forward and pulling a shield from the carriage, which stood firmly in front of old Slo, like a solid bulwark.

The other mercenaries were equally decisive, instantly removing their shields and drawing their longswords with fluid, seamless movements.

The arrows fired by the bandits struck the sturdy shield formation like eggs hitting rocks, gaining no advantage whatsoever.

It should be noted that these mercenaries were actually all Grik cavalrymen in disguise.

Although they no longer had their mounts and were not wearing their heavy armor, their strength remained undiminished; they were still battle-hardened and valiant warriors.

The bandits had just charged down with great momentum when they were met with a barrage of sword attacks!

The sword flashed, its cold light radiating, and the bandits were thrown into chaos.

"Damn it, don't just stand there, get on! Seize the carriage first!"

The bandit leader stood halfway up the mountain and shouted loudly at the bandits below.

But before he could finish speaking, more than two hundred cavalrymen, like a raging torrent, swept towards them from the direction of Winterfell in the distance.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, shaking the very earth.

24. Closer

The bandit leader had just realized that something was wrong when he turned around and saw that a large number of soldiers had suddenly emerged from the woods behind him and rushed towards them, surrounding them completely.

This is really bad; even our retreat route back into the forest has been cut off!

The blonde woman at the head of the group had a graceful figure but exuded a chilling murderous aura, and the bandit leader recognized her at a glance!

"It's you! Lina! Damn it, you guys actually set up an ambush here all along!"

The bandit leader stared wide-eyed, his face filled with astonishment and anger.

"Hmph! You damned bandits, none of you will leave here alive today!"

Lina snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes flashing with a chilling light, and the longsword in her hand gleamed with a cold killing intent in the sunlight.

A surge of powerful battle aura erupted from her body, rapidly converging on the longsword in her hand like a raging tide. The sword instantly shone brightly, as if it were burning with raging flames.

In an instant, Lina unleashed her terrifying Gold-level power without reservation.

She moved with lightning speed, her longsword whistling through the air as she unleashed a fierce whirlwind slash.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The six bandits who had surrounded the area, hoping to gain an advantage through numbers, were all beheaded by this unstoppable attack before they could even react!

His body was cleaved in two, and blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath his feet.

"Die! You bunch of scum!"

Lina's eyes widened in anger, and her cold, sharp shout echoed through the mountains and forests, like a death sentence.

......

Inside the study of the city lord's mansion, Link leaned lazily against his chair, his gaze lingering on the system interface, where the Beacons points were steadily increasing.

Seeing this, he smiled slightly and instantly understood that the bandit suppression operation on the Thorn Ridge side had already begun.

Wonderful!

Link is very happy now.

This confirms another important point: during battles, he doesn't need to be physically present; as long as his forces are involved, the system can collect Bika points.

This is also one of the reasons why Link didn't go with Lina this time.

This setup is practically tailor-made for him, a hands-off manager.

Link stretched comfortably, picked up the steaming coffee next to him, took a sip, and felt the rich bitterness spread on his tongue before turning into a sweet taste.

He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and quietly awaited Lina's good news.

As dusk deepened.

Lina escorted old Slo's grain convoy back to Winter City.

As soon as the caravan entered the city, Lina swiftly arranged for people to deliver several wagons loaded with goods to the city lord's mansion.

Once everything was settled, she rushed to the study and reported the results to Link.

"My lord, I have accomplished my mission!" Lina bowed slightly and reported the results of the battle with a solemn expression: "In this bandit suppression operation, our army killed 107 bandits and captured 16. Guided by the prisoners, we successfully found their stronghold deep in the Thorn Ridge and looted a lot of treasures and goods from it. Here is a detailed list for your review."

Link took the list and slowly scanned it.

The list included a dazzling array of gold and silver coins, as well as a number of high-end goods such as silk and perfume.

These goods are likely stolen goods from passing merchants, which they haven't had a chance to sell yet.

If these goods were sold, they could surely fetch a considerable fortune.

"What is the casualty situation?" Link put down the list and asked with a serious expression.

"In this battle, our army suffered seventeen dead and thirty-nine wounded, some slightly and some seriously," Lina said, her voice lowering.

Most of those who participated in this battle were city guards, and with the large number of bandits, the casualties were much greater than those in the annihilation of Orlando a few days earlier.

As for the Grek cavalry in this operation, only one man was slightly wounded in the thigh by a sword during the charge.

"Make arrangements immediately so that all the families of the fallen soldiers will receive assistance and support in accordance with the policy for martyrs."

Link, with a solemn expression, said slowly and deliberately, "Those with family members will receive one gold coin as a pension. From then on, their relatives, as long as they are in Winter City, will have priority access to various support policies."

Upon hearing the amount of compensation—a gold coin—even the usually composed Lina couldn't help but pause slightly.

You should know that this is no small sum!

Especially in future wars, if the number of casualties is high, this money will definitely not be small!

"Only when soldiers have no worries about their families can they fight with all their might and bravely kill the enemy on the battlefield."

Link seemed to see through Lina's thoughts, smiled slightly, and then said, "Alright, Lina, I suppose you haven't had dinner yet either. Come on, let's go together."

“Yes, sir,” Lina replied respectfully.

Tonight's dinner consisted of stir-fries carefully prepared by the maids.

Since it was my first time trying to make these dishes, I think I added too much salt to two of them, making them taste a bit too salty and bitter.

Link didn't blame them either.

For a first time cooking, this is already quite good. When Link first cooked, he wasn't even as good as them.

However, for Lina, who was trying stir-fry for the first time, the unique flavor greatly increased her appetite, and she ate several bowls of rice in one go.

Seeing this, Link burst into laughter: "Lina, if you ever want to eat this kind of stir-fry again, just come to the City Lord's Mansion for a free meal."

Over time, their relationship grew closer over these meals.

25. Gradually erase

Night falls quietly.

The new round of training for Olivia is still in full swing.

In the steamy bathroom, Olivia had just washed away her fatigue. Link then handed her a milky-white silk robe, as thin as a cicada's wing. The robe felt soft to the touch, like a cloud; it was light and airy, almost weightless, when held in her hand.

"Put it on quickly."

Link stood to the side, his voice carrying an undeniable urgency.

Olivia bit her lower lip lightly, but eventually slowly draped the silk robe over her body.

In the dim candlelight, she looked in the mirror and couldn't help but be slightly lost in thought.

In the mirror, her wet, golden hair curled like a nimble golden snake, cascading down her cheeks, flushed from her bath, and then freely cascading over her rounded shoulders. Her spotless white silk robe, as light as gauze, paired with her golden hair, made her appear like the Virgin Mary descending to earth, holy and noble.

The silk robe did cover her somewhat, and through the mirror, it didn't reveal her full figure, but only vaguely outlined the contours of her voluptuous and alluring body.

However, her proud, large breasts could not be hidden no matter what.

Looking at her high, firm breasts, two distinct areolas and nipples like red beans are clearly visible, adding a touch of alluring sensuality to her pure and innocent appearance.

This alluring beauty, a blend of sanctity and sensuality, made even Olivia's heart race.

Link, standing to the side, was already watching with his eyes shining and his breathing becoming rapid.

Their eagerness was like that of a beast about to pounce on its prey.

However, today, Link is not content to do things only in the bedroom.

Taking advantage of the deep darkness, he grabbed Olivia and led her directly to the open-air balcony on the top floor of the castle.

Link made Olivia lie face down on the battlements of the terrace, sticking out her round and perky buttocks.

"No...not here...someone will see us..." Olivia blushed deeply, her voice barely audible, tinged with panic and resistance.

"Who would be looking here at night? If you keep nagging, believe me, I'll drag you here during the day and give you a good beating!"

Link frowned, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to reach into the gossamer-thin white robe and precisely grasp Olivia's two round, jade-like breasts.

Immediately afterwards, Link straightened his back and began a powerful sprint.

Link is like a skilled sculptor, reshaping Olivia step by step, gradually erasing her sense of shame and morality in this stormy carving process.

......

As the first rays of dawn gently pierce through the windowpane, a new day quietly arrives.

Link slowly woke up to Olivia's "good morning bite," patted her pert, round, snowy buttocks, and stood up to stretch.

After washing his face and going downstairs, Link enjoyed the cheese bread prepared for him by the maids before going to see Kim Mi-ting.

At this moment, Jin Meiting had just gotten up and was still wearing a plain white bathrobe. She was still sleepy and wandered to the well, bent down to draw a bucket of water, and began to wash up.

In this still relatively backward era, the concept of a toilet had not yet emerged.

Everyone washed up by drawing water directly from the well and then hastily relieving themselves in a corner.

As for using the toilet, he could only go to the extremely rudimentary dry toilet. Even if he was the lord of a city, the environment was only slightly better.

As a modern person, Link was naturally very unaccustomed to such primitive living conditions.

Link also plans to improve these living facilities to make life more comfortable.

However, before that, we still need to think about how to make money.