Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

The waiter smiled, a smile as warm and welcoming as the spring sunshine. He nodded affirmatively and began to describe the dishes with great enthusiasm: "Look at this Six-Color Water Dumplings, one of our tavern's signature dishes. It's made with chicken, pork, and lamb, each piece of meat meticulously pounded hundreds of times, resulting in an incredibly delicate and firm texture. It's also mixed with our secret seasoning, which our chefs developed through countless trials and improvements, giving it an exceptionally unique flavor. Then it's carefully simmered in a secret broth made from a variety of precious ingredients and spices for several hours, resulting in a chewy texture and an exquisite taste."

"And this is another dish, this is a new item in our tavern..." The waiter was talking enthusiastically, his eyebrows dancing as he wanted to continue introducing it.

"Alright, that's enough. You can leave now." The city lord of Northwind City rolled his eyes. He was tall and thin, and his eyes revealed a hint of impatience. He really didn't want to hear any more of this introduction. In his opinion, this table of dishes was all soup, not at all like the sumptuous feast he had imagined.

"Pfft..." Upon seeing this, the waiter quickly covered his mouth, barely suppressing the urge to laugh. He tried hard to hold back his laughter, his shoulders trembling slightly. But this action instantly darkened the faces of Johnson, the city lord of Westwind City, and his entourage. They felt as if they had been tricked, their self-esteem severely wounded.

“These soups are quite good. Look, there are even green vegetables in winter,” one of the city lords suddenly said. He was a meticulous person and was the first to notice the green vegetables in the dishes. His voice broke the slightly awkward atmosphere.

It was because of his reminder that everyone turned their attention to the dishes on the table, and upon closer inspection, they found that most of them indeed contained leafy greens. The greens were vibrant and glistening under the light, like a precious gift from nature in the cold winter.

"How is this possible? Green vegetables in winter?" Johnson jumped up, his eyes wide as saucers, and incredulously reached into the soup to scoop up the vegetables. His movements were swift, as if afraid the vegetables would suddenly disappear. He grimaced at the heat the moment he touched them, but he didn't care and quickly stuffed the vegetables into his mouth.

"Hiss! This...is really greens?" Johnson's eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable. His mouth gaped open, revealing a look of astonishment. He then reached for a piece of greens and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with increasing disbelief, muttering to himself, "How can there be greens in winter? This completely defies the laws of nature!"

No one present believed it, and they all followed Johnson's example, scooping food into the plate. They didn't care about the scalding temperature, and even though they were screaming from the heat, they didn't care about their image and kept stuffing food into their mouths. For a moment, the private room was filled with hissing and chewing sounds.

"It really is green vegetables? How is this possible? How can there be green vegetables in winter?" The city lord of Westwind City was stunned. Some soup still clung to the corners of his mouth, dripping down and staining his magnificent clothes. He felt his worldview had been utterly shattered; this completely defied the natural order of the seasons. In his previous understanding, winter was a season of decay and desolation, and fresh green vegetables were simply impossible.

"Mmm...delicious." At this moment, one person, though also looking surprised, moved with practiced ease. He was a regular at this tavern, knowing there were always unexpected surprises here. He skillfully used chopsticks to pick up the vegetables from the plate and ate them quickly, his movements elegant and swift. Occasionally, he would even look down on the uncivilized behavior of others eating with their hands, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

The others realized what was happening and joined in the scramble for vegetables. They had been eating meat for a long time, and if they didn't eat some vegetables soon, their stomachs would surely suffer. Their bodies craved the nourishment of vegetables after such a long period of meat consumption, and seeing these fresh greens was like a traveler in the desert finding a spring of water.

"Hiss...delicious! Is it just my imagination? How can the food here be so delicious?" A city lord, his mouth full of vegetables, mumbled incoherently. A satisfied smile spread across his face, as if he had tasted the most delicious food in the world.

"It's not an illusion, it really is delicious, and the soup is exceptionally good." Another city lord picked up his bowl and drank the soup in large gulps, the broth dripping down his chin without him bothering to wipe it away. The soup's rich and flavorful taste warmed his body and soul.

"No wonder the dishes are so expensive, they taste so delicious... Hey! Leave one meatball for me!" a city lord shouted anxiously, stamping his feet in frustration as he watched the last meatball on his plate being snatched away by someone else.

The waiter stared in disbelief at the five people before him, who had transformed into starving dogs. They were grabbing food with their bare hands, their fingers rummaging through the plates, splashing sauce everywhere. They scooped soup from the plates with their bowls, displaying absolutely no manners. Their clothes were stained with soup and vegetable scraps, and their hair was a disheveled mess. The waiter seriously doubted whether these "city lords" had come from the slums, and couldn't help but think: "Can't they at least have some manners when they eat? Nobles, huh? City lords? This is a far cry from their haughty and imposing image outside."

"Crunch, crunch!" The private room was filled with the sounds of people scrambling for food, as if in the heat of a fierce battle. Plates and bowls clattered together, creating a crisp sound that seemed to set the stage for this food-grabbing frenzy.

"Hey! You old geezer, I ordered that dish, how come you took it away?" Johnson suddenly roared, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead. Saliva splattered, landing on the faces of those nearby.

"The vegetables you just ate were ordered by me," the city lord of Westwind City retorted defiantly, straightening his back and his eyes filled with provocation. He poured the soup into his own bowl, giving Johnson a deliberately defiant look that seemed to say, "Come and take it if you dare!"

“You…” Johnson snapped, picking up a plate of food and starting to eat it in large bites, as if venting his frustration. His mouth bulged like a balloon, food spilling from the corners of his lips.

“Johnson, you scoundrel, I ordered that.”

"I don't care, I'm eating it. So what? Want a noble duel?"

After a fierce battle, everyone collapsed into their chairs, panting heavily. Their faces were covered in sweat, and their clothes were soaked through. The table was a mess; bowls and plates were overturned, some broken, and soup and vegetable scraps were spilled everywhere, resembling a battlefield after a fierce fight.

"That felt so good!" The city lord of Westwind City patted his round belly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. His belly, like a large ball, swayed gently with each pat. He was quite pleased with his agile movements while grabbing the vegetables, and he glanced around at the people with a smug look, as if showing off his "achievements."

"Come again tomorrow," Johnson said, a piece of vegetable still clinging to his lips, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if he could already imagine enjoying the delicious food again tomorrow.

"I'm only half full!" another city lord chimed in, licking his lips as if still savoring the delicious food he had just eaten.

"I still find it hard to believe that there are vegetables in winter." Johnson licked his lips, a sudden thought flashing through his mind. He thought of the horses on the ranch, his important assets, whose feeding problems every winter were a major headache for him. If he could find out the secret to growing vegetables in winter, would it mean that the horses also had green fodder to eat in winter?

He remembered that in previous winters, the horses could only eat dry feed, which was hard and unpalatable, and the horses disliked it. After winter, the horses became thin and listless, like sickly old men. If they could eat green fodder, the situation would be completely different. Green fodder is rich in moisture and nutrients, and the horses would surely eat it with relish. After raising them for the winter, and then letting them graze for another half month next spring, the price of each horse could increase by at least 30% or 40%. Thinking of this, Johnson's eyes gleamed with greed, as if he could already see piles of gold coins beckoning to him.

"Huff, huff..." Johnson's breathing quickened as he thought of this, his chest heaving. He had to get his hands on the method for growing vegetables this winter, even if it meant using some special means. He secretly plotted in his mind, a sly glint in his eyes.

Many shared Johnson's view: growing vegetables in the snowy winter was nothing short of a miracle. Everyone wanted it, even the highest nobility. After all, enormous profits lay behind it. In the cold winter, vegetables became a scarce resource; whoever mastered the technique of growing vegetables in winter could monopolize the market and reap huge profits.

“I take back what I said before. This Link is no ordinary person,” a city lord suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the private room. His expression was serious, and his eyes revealed a hint of awe. Link was the owner of the Oak Tavern, and he was known for his mystery. The appearance of green vegetables this winter was very likely his doing.

“Yes…” The people present fell silent for a moment. They were all shrewd individuals. Although their perspectives were sometimes limited by their limited experience, preventing them from seeing the bigger picture, they weren’t stupid. They could naturally see that this matter was unusual. They began to realize that behind this seemingly ordinary tavern, there might be a huge secret.

"You're also eyeing the secret of growing vegetables in winter, aren't you?" Johnson suddenly spoke up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. His eyes were sharp and wary, as if he wanted to see through everyone's thoughts.

“Of course,” someone immediately replied, making no attempt to hide their intentions. Their faces revealed greedy expressions, as if they couldn't wait to obtain the secret.

"What are you trying to say?" The city lord of Westwind City narrowed his eyes, looking at Johnson warily. He knew Johnson was a cunning man and wouldn't say these things without reason.

"No one is allowed to spread what happened today, or it will do no good for anyone." Johnson sat up straight, his greedy gaze sweeping over the city lords before him, a hint of threat in his tone. His voice was deep and powerful, as if announcing his decision to everyone.

186. Hehe

Night falls, inside the bedroom.

Elvy sat down on the edge of the bed under Luca's warm hospitality. She was still a little nervous, her fingers fidgeting nervously, her pointed ears twitching, making her look particularly uneasy.

Link noticed her nervousness, stepped forward, gently patted her shoulder, and said softly, "It's okay, Elvy, it'll be very comfortable~"

Link remained calm, as if he were doing something completely ordinary. He quietly took out a small, exquisite glass bottle containing a transparent liquid from his system storage space.

The liquid shimmered with an unusual luster in the dim light, exuding a sense of mystery.

He leaned slightly forward, his slender fingers gently dipping into the bottle, touching a little of the unknown liquid, and then without hesitation, directly rubbing it into Elvy's secret garden.

At this moment, Elvy was wearing a crotchless lingerie set. The fabric was thin and the design was daring. Link didn't even need to take off his pants. He easily succeeded and slowly applied the mysterious liquid to Elvy's delicate lower body.

"You'll feel better soon~" Link said softly with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Link had a barely perceptible wicked smile on his lips. He knew in his heart that what he was applying was the potent aphrodisiac that the system had previously extracted.

This medicine is very potent. Before long, this graceful little sprite in front of me will probably be so comfortable under its influence that she'll be moaning and groaning, falling into an uncontrollable state of bliss.

Link calmly waited for the drug to take full effect. He wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he turned his head slightly and gave Luca a subtle and meaningful look.

Luca blinked her bright eyes twice, and the clever girl quickly understood. She moved closer to Elvy, took her hand, and coaxed her gently, leading her to the bed.

Seeing this, Link slowly moved closer, his hands began to move, his fingers like nimble dancers, constantly teasing and stimulating the most sensitive areas on Elvy's body.

"This... um—"

Elvy felt a strange, tingling sensation wash over her instantly, a comfortable feeling that rushed straight to the top of her head, making her let out a soft moan.

Link's technique was skillful; he expertly dug, sucked, and licked, each stroke precisely hitting Elvy's senses, making her feel much more pleasure than if she used her own hands!

Soon, under Link's skillful and superb teasing techniques and Luca's gentle yet precise massage, Elvy felt as if she were floating on clouds, her consciousness gradually becoming hazy, and she finally reached an indescribable peak.

Her delicate body trembled, and streams of warm, nectar kept gushing out, slowly flowing down her body, which was enough to prove that Elvy was extremely excited at this moment.

More importantly, Elvy felt her body begin to heat up uncontrollably, as if a blazing fire was burning in her lower abdomen, and her lower body was unbearably itchy, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her, making her want to stuff something inside to relieve the itch.

"Ugh... Ah—it hurts so much!"

Elvy bit her lower lip tightly, but still couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped from her throat. Her fair, snow-white skin was now flushed with layers of red, as if it had been gently caressed by the warm spring sun. The cherry-pink color looked extremely alluring in the dim light.

Link's lips curled into a wicked smile; he knew all too well that the drug was beginning to take effect.

He leaned closer to Elvie and whispered in her ear, "It's time, Elvie. After tonight, you'll be mine!"

After saying that, Link skillfully placed a thick towel under Eluvie's pert buttocks, then gently opened Eluvie's legs without taking off her crotchless lingerie. Since it was all crotchless anyway, it wouldn't get in the way.

A fierce and resolute glint flashed in Link's eyes. He slightly raised his gun, his waist and abdomen unconsciously contracted, and he took a deep breath, as if gathering all his strength.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hands and firmly pressed down on Elvy's legs, which were trembling slightly due to the effects of the drug, and fixed them to his sides.

Without further hesitation, Link pounced on her like a tiger, his momentum irresistible.

"嘤——"

Elvy felt a sharp pain from her lower body and couldn't help but cry out. This cry seemed to mark the beginning of what was supposed to be a "wonderful night."

The night of pleasure has begun!

......

In the early morning, the sky over Winterfell was still tinged with a pale, fish-belly white, and the cold air permeated every corner of the castle, but inside the castle, there was a warm and lazy atmosphere.

"Lord Link, it's time to get up. Didn't you invite those city lords to watch the ice hockey game today?"

Luca's soft, sweet voice rang out beside Link's bed, as gentle as the first breeze of the morning, with a hint of coquetry.

She blinked her bright, star-like eyes and gazed quietly at Link, who was sleeping peacefully.

In the dim morning light, Link's gentle face appeared exceptionally soft, as if possessing an invisible magic that Luca could never tire of looking at.

On Link's other side, Elvy was still fast asleep, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her fair face flushed with a faint blush, like a flower blooming in spring, beautiful and charming.

"Well……"

Link slowly opened his sleepy black eyes at Luca's soft call.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Luca looking up at him with an expectant expression, looking incredibly cute.

Good morning, Lord Link!

At this moment, Elvy, who had been fast asleep, also woke up. With a bright smile, she stretched her head and nuzzled Link's lips like a cheerful little bird, her movements light and playful.

"They actually launched a sneak attack?"

Link's lips curled up slightly, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. He suddenly tightened his grip on Elvy, pulling her close to his chest.

"Mmm..." Elvy let out a soft moan, her cheeks instantly turning crimson, like the sunset on the horizon.

And so, the morning exercise began again amidst the sweet interactions between the two.

At this moment, Della, the head maid standing to the side, looked at the scene before her and then at the maids standing there blushing. She smiled slightly and whispered, "You all stand guard outside the door and don't let anyone in. No matter what noises are going on inside, don't come in and disturb them."

"Yes!"

The maids responded in hushed tones, their heads bowed, their cheeks as red as ripe apples, not daring to look at them any longer.

Della swayed her sexy, shapely hips and walked away with elegant steps.

She knew very well that Lord Link's fuss would probably take a long time, at least 40 minutes, and she needed to hurry up and find a suitable excuse for him.

So, she walked and pondered, and soon came up with an explanation: she would say that Lord Link had been dealing with government affairs too late last night and hadn't woken up yet this morning.

When Della arrived at the small square outside the castle, she saw that a large crowd had already gathered there.

A platform was erected in the center of the square. It was made by compacting layers of snow, then pouring water on it to freeze it. This process was repeated many times to create a solid ice platform.

Then, wooden chairs and other items were placed on the ice rink to provide seats for the public to watch the game.

The ground in the square was also splashed with a lot of water, then carefully smoothed with wooden boards, and finally sprinkled with a thin layer of snowflakes. A simple yet fun ice hockey rink was completed.

At this moment, several city lords were already seated on the ice platform, including the city lord of Westwind City and the city lord of Johnson.

They watched with curiosity the people on the ice rink who were dressed in armor-like clothing. These people were holding hockey sticks and walking unsteadily on the ice, occasionally falling to the ground, which drew laughter from the people around them.

"Why hasn't Lord Winter City arrived yet?"

Johnson shifted his body, a hint of impatience on his face. He glanced around at the people and complained, "We've been sitting here for quite a while now. It's really unreasonable to make so many of us wait for him."

"Maybe he's not fully awake yet."

One of the city lords sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Something must have delayed us; Lord Link wouldn't treat us so poorly."

The city lord of Westwind City tried to smooth things over, though he was getting a little impatient, he still tried his best to remain polite and restrained.

"Heh..." The group sneered, their eyes revealing their dissatisfaction with Link.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded. Before Della even arrived, she heard the city lords making sarcastic remarks.

She pursed her lips slightly, her smile fading considerably, but she still maintained her elegant demeanor as she slowly walked forward.

"My lords, I am so sorry, but our Lord is sleeping right now. He stayed up until almost dawn last night so that everyone could have a great game."

Della said in a clear and loud voice, neither humble nor arrogant, "As servants, we should not disturb our lords. We hope that you city lords will understand."

"Humph……"

Johnson opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly realized he didn't know what to say.

The maid in front of them shut them up. She had already said that Link stayed up all night until the ice rink was finished so that they could see a good game. If they continued to complain, they would seem to lack manners.

Even if Della was lying, they couldn't question her. After all, they were guests—no, not even guests. They had been there for a day and a night and hadn't received any decent hospitality; they had paid for everything themselves.

"Ahem... Lord Link is very kind."

The city lord of Westwind City coughed lightly, smiled somewhat awkwardly, shifted his gaze to the ice rink, and remained silent.

One second he was trying to smooth things over, the next he was slapped in the face by reality. He never expected that Link was really sleeping.

"Please wait a moment while I go and urge the city lord."

Della chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes, thinking to herself: Making you guys wait a little longer is also a way to vent Lord Link's anger.

After saying that, Della turned and left, knowing full well that she was in for a long wait.

With Link's "combat prowess," it would take at least forty minutes, plus washing up and eating breakfast, so it definitely wouldn't be short.

Sure enough, an hour and a half later.

Link then slowly prepared to come out of the castle.

He was followed by Ivy and Della; it wasn't appropriate for too many people to be there, so only the two of them accompanied him.