Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Ten gold coins!

Even if an average adult works hard for several years, they might not be able to earn this much money.

Yes, Linke has decided to further increase the pension policy.

This is a safeguard, and it also tells these soldiers that they don't need to worry about anything when they go into battle!

"Those who sacrificed themselves for Winterfell will never be let down by Winterfell!"

Link continued, "If there are elderly people in the family, Winter City will provide them with a monthly pension of one silver coin, allowing them to enjoy their later years in peace. If there are children in the family, Winter City will be responsible for raising them until they turn sixteen, ensuring they receive a good education and grow up healthily. Moreover, the immediate family members of the martyrs will receive support from Winter City's policies, providing them with assistance in both their lives and careers. As for those retired soldiers who were seriously wounded and unable to continue fighting, we will properly arrange their subsequent work and life, and provide them with a monthly subsidy of one silver coin, so they can feel the warmth of Winter City."

If the previous ten gold coins as compensation had already surprised everyone, then these new regulations were simply unheard of. A buzz of discussion erupted among the crowd.

At that moment, a loud shout rang out from the crowd: "Long live the Lord!"

Immediately afterwards, more voices rang out: "Thank you, Lord!"

"Long live Lord Link!"

......

Link heard that a large number of people in one area of ​​the crowd suddenly knelt down.

Upon closer inspection, he realized they were soldiers from the city guards who had participated in the battle.

Most of them were wounded, some with thick bandages, but they still insisted on coming to send off their fallen comrades on their final journey.

Link felt a surge of emotion and quickly stepped forward to help the kneeling soldier to his feet.

“You’re all still injured, don’t kneel on the ground, get up quickly,” Link said with concern.

When he helped up a soldier who had lost his right arm, he found that the soldier's face was covered in tears.

Link sighed, helping the one-armed soldier to his feet, and said softly, "Don't worry, Winterfell will not forget your contributions. You are heroes of Winterfell, and as its lord, I will take good care of you."

"Thank you! Thank you!" The one-armed soldier saluted Link with his remaining left arm, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

Link nodded, said nothing more, and turned back to the stone platform.

"You've all seen this stone next to me, right? You must be wondering what it's for. I'll tell you now, this stone will be our martyrs' monument. The names of all the martyrs who sacrificed their lives will be engraved on this monument, so that future generations will forever remember their heroic deeds. From now on, this will be the martyrs' cemetery of Winter City!"

Link gestured to the old butler Slo beside him, who nodded and then had a stonemason come forward with the carving tools.

Link cleared his throat and continued, "Alright, I am now going to read out the names of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives defending Winterfell. Family members whose names are called, please come forward."

"Arnold Kleist, twenty-three years old."

“Ockham Peter, eighteen years old.”

"Walker Joseph, thirty-one years old."

As Link recited the names, the stonemason beside him focused intently on carving them into the boulder. Each name carved seemed to commemorate a heroic legend.

As the names of the soldiers were called, family members came forward one after another. Some of them were already sobbing uncontrollably, their eyes blurred with tears; others had cried themselves numb, just standing there blankly, their eyes filled with grief and despair.

"Let us remember the names of these martyrs who sacrificed their lives for our Winterhold. The wonderful life we ​​enjoy today was bought with their blood and lives. We must forever remember their dedication and carry on their spirit." Link's voice echoed in the square, each word striking a deep chord in people's hearts.

As Link spoke, he took a torch from the old butler, Slo.

He slowly walked to the pile of wood, looked at the bodies of the martyrs lying quietly on it, silently mourned for three seconds, and then slowly lit the pile of wood.

"Waaah, Daddy!" At this moment, a seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly burst into tears.

"Don't cry, sweetie! Your father died protecting us. Your father was a hero."

The boy's mother knelt down, hugged her child tightly, and comforted him while suppressing her own pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall, because she had to be strong and give her child a support.

Seeing this, Link sighed, waved, and took the things he had been told to prepare from the old butler, Slo: gold medals recast from melted gold coins.

Link walked up to the crying little boy, knelt down, gently patted his head, and said softly, "Little boy, don't cry. Your mother is right, your father is a hero. Here, this is your father's medal; you can keep it for him."

Link placed the round gold medal in the little boy's palm.

The medal has two sides, one on the front and one on the back. The front is engraved with the image of an ice wolf, and the back is engraved with the image of a warrior holding a sword and shield.

The little boy stopped crying and looked curiously at the medal in his hand, as if something on it was attracting him.

His little hands gripped the medal tightly, as if he were holding a piece of his father's honor.

“Remember, little one, carry on your father’s will, live bravely and strongly, be a great person who is useful to Winterfell, and do not bring shame to your father.”

Link stood up, then looked at the child's mother and said earnestly, "Your husband is a hero. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me or to Captain Lina. We will do our best to help you. Also, please keep these ten gold coins safe." As he spoke, Link took out ten gold coins and placed them in the woman's hand.

The woman took the ten gold coins, covered her face with her left hand, and choked out, "Thank you, thank you, sir!" Her voice was full of gratitude, but even more so with longing and reluctance for her husband.

Link then went to the other family members and distributed condolence money and medals to them one by one.

Every family member who received the compensation and medal had tears in their eyes, filled with gratitude for Link.

Link slowly walked toward the pile of wood that was already ablaze. He looked at the remaining thirty-odd badges in his hand, which belonged to the Grik cavalrymen and two heavily armored shield bearers.

He took a deep breath, then threw the medals into the fire, shouting, "This is the honor you deserve! Farewell, brothers!"

Next, everyone offered their blessings. Some clasped their hands together in silent prayer; others, with tears in their eyes, softly expressed their remembrance and respect for the martyrs.

Looking at the raging flames, this night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

The flames seemed to be the burning souls of the martyrs, illuminating the night sky of Winterfell and the people's respect and remembrance of the heroes.

Link's decision to build this monument was not made on a whim.

The significance and value of a monument lies primarily in its role in passing on traditions, uniting thoughts, beliefs, and values, fostering greater cohesion within the city, and inspiring the next generation of young people.

Once this 'power' is gathered, Winterfell will truly be invincible.

74. Night in the Beautiful Garden (3700 words!)

After the solemn and sorrowful memorial service for the fallen soldiers concluded, Link dragged his slightly tired but still troubled body back to the city lord's mansion.

Back in his castle, Link first washed up and tidied himself up a bit.

After washing up, he didn't go straight to his room to rest as usual. Instead, he moved with light steps, deliberately keeping his movements quiet, and tiptoed towards Jin Meiting's room.

As he expected, Kim Mi-jung did not lock the door.

Link gently grasped the doorknob and slowly pushed open the door, his movements careful, as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

He entered silently. The room was dark, with no lights on. Only a few faint moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, barely outlining the general shape of the room.

Link closed the door behind him and carefully locked it before slowly walking toward the bed.

By the faint moonlight, Link could vaguely see a voluptuous and beautiful body lying on the bed, her undulating curves exuding a unique allure in the dim light.

He couldn't help but chuckle, a laugh tinged with a hint of teasing and anticipation, before leaning in and pressing down on her.

Soon after, Jin Meiting's voice, tinged with a hint of coquettishness and panting, echoed from inside the room.

It stood out remarkably clearly in the quiet room.

The atmosphere in the room was becoming increasingly enchanting.

Jin Meiting was sitting on Link's lap, her face flushed, her eyes hazy and shy, letting Link's large hand slowly slip under her nightgown and wantonly play with her delicate body.

Link's hands seemed to possess magic, shamelessly kneading her shoulders, back, chest, waist, hips, and thighs.

He could clearly feel the warmth of her skin, a warmth that traveled through his fingertips and reached his heart; her skin was as smooth as silk, as if it would slip away with the slightest touch; and that soft touch made Link praise her endlessly.

He couldn't help but exclaim to himself: Ah, how wonderful!

Especially her pert, full buttocks, plump and elastic, each touch seemed to convey youthful vitality; and her full breasts, simply a rare beauty. Their rounded shape and perfect curves were mesmerizing and intoxicating, making one unable to resist.

"Ah! Lord Link!"

Under Link's skillful finger teasing, Jin Meiting was no longer able to speak coherently; her continuous panting was like the most beautiful melody in the room.

She could clearly feel Link's large hand covering her breasts, his rough fingertips like nimble little snakes, teasing the pink nipples.

Her breasts were even larger than Olivia's. Despite their impressive size, they did not sag at all; instead, they were very firm and had a perfect shape, like two ripe coconuts, exuding an alluring fragrance.

"what!"

When Link's fingers pinched and slowly rubbed her already engorged and erect nipples, Jin Meiting immediately threw herself against his chest, her voice filled with plaintive moans, as if expressing her longing and shyness.

Link, however, continued to manipulate things with practiced ease, and in truth, this was all thanks to Olivia.

Link was just a novice to begin with. If he hadn't gained experience from Olivia, he wouldn't have been able to find Jin Meiting's weakness so quickly.

While playing with it, Link asked Jin Meiting softly, "By the way, Meiting, are you interested in learning battle aura and magic? I'll try to teach you battle aura and magic later. If you can learn them, you'll have more power to protect yourself."

Not only Kim Mi-jung, but also Rosuri, Hannah, and the others, Link hoped that they could learn some fighting spirit and magic.

In terms of magic, he can teach the magic of Radiant Stones; in terms of martial arts, Agnes and Lina can also impart all their knowledge; and in terms of combat skills, Stella can also provide careful guidance.

Learning some combat skills will give you some self-defense capabilities in this dangerous and unknown world, so you won't be helpless when facing danger.

"I... let me think about it... mainly, I don't have much time..."

Jin Meiting's cheeks were flushed and covered in sweat. Clearly, Link's stimulation had a huge impact on her, making her somewhat absent-minded and her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Link didn't stop what he was doing; he continued to tease her nipples, making her gasp for breath.

Then, he took out one hand and gently brushed aside her hair. Her smooth, shoulder-length hair slipped through his fingers. He then leaned forward and nibbled on her delicate earlobe, making Jin Meiting's breathing even more uneven, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

After he had played with her enough, he slowly moved his hands behind his back and pinched her delicate pink back. He couldn't bear to part with the smooth touch of her skin.

Then, his hand slid down her slender waist, gently kneading her two soft, round buttocks, feeling their elasticity and warmth.

Jin Meiting's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and after a moment, she finally couldn't help but let out a soft cry: "Lord Link... Ahhh—!"

Suddenly, the sound of water splashing everywhere rang out softly.

Taking advantage of her moment of surprise, Link's wicked fingers found the engorged sensitive spot below, his fingertip dabbing at a little of the fluid flowing from her body, and gently swirled it around. That delicate yet slightly ambiguous movement made Jin Meiting's body tense instantly.

"Lord Link—!"

Jin Meiting's delicate body trembled, while Link's other fingers slowly probed inside, skillfully finding the most arousing spots for women and gently massaging them.

The precise and just-right force made Jin Meiting feel as if she were floating on clouds.

"what--!"

Jin Meiting cried out, her body suddenly stiffening, and warm water gushed out from her body, clearly indicating that she had reached her peak.

She squirted!

Jin Meiting's body went limp, her eyes filled with a dazed and satisfied look.

Link slowly withdrew his fingers, then picked up Jin Meiting and, without giving her any time to rest, turned her over so that she was lying face down on the bed.

Jin Meiting closed her eyes, looking nervous. She could clearly feel the hem of her nightgown being lifted high and falling to her lower back. She knew that her pert buttocks and the pink spring between her legs were now completely exposed to Link's eyes.

She was already aware of what was about to happen.

She leaned forward slightly, trying to make her buttocks stick out higher, while pressing her waist and upper body downwards, assuming a position most suitable for being attacked from behind. The posture carried a hint of shyness, yet also had an indescribable allure.

"Here I am, Meiting~"

"Uh—uh!"

Suddenly, she frowned and could clearly feel the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs being pried open. A huge thing, taking advantage of her wetness, pressed against the space between her two lips and then forcefully squeezed into her body!

"Well--!"

The strange feeling of losing her virginity made her frown immediately, and two lines of clear tears, whether from joy or pain, streamed down her face.

The tears slid down her flushed cheeks and dripped onto the sheets, leaving a small water stain.

"oh--!"

As Link squeezed and kneaded Jin Meiting's pert and plump buttocks, he felt as if he were experiencing the ultimate pleasure in the world.

Jin Meiting's warm, tight body trembled continuously, as if she were actively sucking on his body, making him feel as if he were soaring to the clouds, and all his fatigue and troubles vanished at this moment.

Without keeping Jin Meiting waiting for long, he slowly withdrew, resisting the immense suction force, pulling outwards, and then penetrating back in.

Each entry and exit was accompanied by alluring spring light and intense collision sounds, which spread outwards from the room, like the most private yet passionate movement in this quiet night.

About half an hour later, Link finally erupted inside Jin Meiting's body.

Feeling her body filled with hot, turbid fluid, Jin Meiting collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat. Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she were still immersed in the passion she had just experienced.

Link, however, remained pressed down on her, whispering in her ear, "It's not over yet~ This is just the beginning, Miyu~"

Link lowered his head and gently kissed her bright red and soft lips.