Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

As the women arrived at the restaurant one after another, the place immediately became lively.

Some of them are graceful, while others are heroic and spirited; each of them exudes a unique charm.

Link greeted them with a smile, already having made new arrangements for their future positions in his mind.

However, he didn't rush to bring it up at lunch. Instead, he chatted happily with them, sharing interesting anecdotes from their lives, making the lunch atmosphere relaxed and harmonious.

As for Claudia and Ingrid, they would naturally serve in the military.

Therefore, Link already knew what their arrangements were, so there was no need to waste words at this meeting.

After lunch, Link led the girls to the conference room.

The conference room was spacious and bright, with a huge conference table in the center and neatly arranged chairs around it.

Link took the lead and sat down in the main seat. He then picked up several documents that had been prepared in advance and began to carefully read through them.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the women present. He cleared his throat and slowly said, "Now, the war is over, and the beast tide has passed. According to reliable information from the Black Knife assassins, the major noble families of the human kingdoms are all eyeing the soon-to-be-changed throne. Each harbors their own ambitions, secretly accumulating strength to vie for that supreme power, and will not easily expend military resources to attack us. Moreover, with our current strength, there is no longer anything in the entire northern region that can threaten us. Therefore, our focus will now be more on the development of several cities. The development of these cities cannot be separated from your strong support, which is the main reason I am holding this meeting today."

Bernice, who has a straightforward personality, nodded immediately after hearing this, her firm gaze revealing her trust and support for Link.

She said loudly, "Don't worry, Lord Link, just tell us what you need us to do, and we will do our best. As long as it's for the development of Winterfell, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Yes, Lord Link, please let us know if there's anything you need us to do. We will do our best to live up to your expectations," the women all nodded in agreement.

Link smiled, opened the documents in front of him one by one, and began to arrange the tasks in detail.

"First, there's the construction of our healthcare system. I'm going to entrust this task to you, Cecilia and Inessa."

As Link spoke, he turned his gaze to Cecilia, the Sword Saintess, and Sister Inessa, the Thorn Sin Sister, who were sitting beside him.

Cecilia, dressed in a pure white robe, resembled a lily blooming in the mortal world. Unlike in the anime, she did not cover her eyes with a black cloth. Her pure and innocent gaze was gentle yet firm, revealing an aura of sacred purity.

Inessa, dressed in a black nun's habit with white stockings, along with her long silver hair and red eyes, appeared cold and aloof, yet her eyes revealed a hint of warmth, like a warm current beneath an iceberg.

Both of them are absolutely top-tier! *slurp*

Link put away his wicked thoughts and continued, "Afterwards, I will send people to build a church. This church will not only be a religious place, but also the core of our medical system. You will take in some homeless children in the form of a church or papacy. There is no shortage of homeless orphans in this world. You will be responsible for teaching them healing magic and combat skills. Afterwards, you will expand the church and extend it to other cities, eventually making it our base in various cities. That would be perfect."

Link began the first step of his plan, which involved the Papacy and faith.

If the church can make good use of the power of faith, then that power is undoubtedly extremely strong.

Just like the medieval papacy in Earth's history, at its peak it even possessed the power of "divine right of kings," and the coronation of kings even required the Pope's approval.

By spreading its faith, the Papacy rallied the power of countless believers and became the dominant force in European society at the time.

If it weren't for the Renaissance liberating people's minds and giving them a new understanding and reflection on the world, coupled with the subsequent outbreak of the Black Death, people would not have been able to find salvation through prayer to God and service to the Pope. However, the Pope had already fled his followers during the spread of the Black Death, taking a large amount of wealth to a safe place, which made people strongly question God's protection. Social unrest shook the Papacy and further weakened the Pope's power.

But things are different in this world. Cecilia's healing magic is unique in this world.

When faith is combined with magic that can truly heal illness, the power that can be unleashed is absolutely extraordinary.

People will develop awe and trust in the church because of the magical effects of healing magic, and thus believe in the church more devoutly. If this power of faith is used properly, it will definitely play a great role in the future.

The second step in this strategic plan followed immediately: education.

"In Winter City and Thorn City, a school will be built. The one built in Winter City will be the Knight Academy, with Bernice as the principal and Lilan as the vice principal, responsible for teaching the underage children various combat techniques. The development of the city cannot be separated from the future generation. When these children grow up, they will undoubtedly be our best source of soldiers. They need to master powerful combat skills in order to protect our city in future wars."

"In Thorn City, a technical academy will be built. Ogata Chifuyu will be the dean, and Miyajima Sakura will be the vice dean, responsible for teaching various technical knowledge and cultural courses. In this era, the development of science and technology and culture are equally important. We need to cultivate a group of talents who have both technical skills and cultural literacy in order to drive Winter City to continue to move forward."

"Me...I'll be the vice dean...?"

Sakura Miyajima twirled her long hair with her fingers, a hint of tension and unease in her eyes.

She seemed a little flustered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She was afraid she wouldn't do the job well, after all, she was still just a high school student, and being suddenly appointed as the vice dean put her under tremendous pressure.

She worried that she did not have enough ability and experience to be competent for this important position.

"It's alright, Sakura. Teaching those children to read and to help them understand the principles of being a good person is also a very important task. You can definitely do it."

Link noticed Sakura Miyajima's worry and smiled encouragingly.

His eyes were full of trust and expectation, as if telling Sakura Miyajima that she could definitely do it.

"Education is a crucial cornerstone for the future development of Winterfell, not only for individuals but also for the entire city. Through education, we can improve people's overall quality and abilities, cultivating more talents with innovative spirit and practical skills. These talents will become the main force for Winterfell's modernization and are key to the prosperity and strength of Winterfell and even the entire Northern Territory. With education in place and talent available, technology can continuously develop and progress. Sakura, you must also believe in yourself and bravely shoulder this responsibility."

After hearing Link's words, Miyajima Sakura felt a surge of courage welling up inside her.

She raised her head, looked at Link with a firm gaze, and said, "Lord Link, I understand. I will do my best in this job and will not let you down."

Link nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Besides healthcare and education, we also need to make efforts in urban construction and economic development. Urban construction must be rationally planned to ensure a comfortable and convenient living environment for residents. Economic development should focus on diversification, not only developing agriculture and handicrafts, but also actively expanding commerce and trade, and establishing good cooperative relationships with other cities. Only in this way can Winter City become a prosperous and thriving city."

The women listened attentively to Link's instructions, their hearts filled with enthusiasm.

They knew that the future of Winterfell was in their hands, and they would work together with Link to strive for the development of Winterfell.

After the meeting, the women left the conference room and, under Link's arrangement, began to devote themselves to their respective work.

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101. The gradually unfolding storm

Link's order was quickly relayed, spreading rapidly between Winterfell, Stranglethorn Vale, and Ashenvale County.

Upon receiving the order, Thorn City and Ashvalley County responded without hesitation and began large-scale construction projects.

For a time, both cities were bustling with activity.

Winterhold and Stranglethorn City are located on the north side of the Stranglethorn Range, a continuous mountain range, due to their geographical location.

The mountains acted as a natural barrier, slowing down the spread of information to some extent.

Therefore, although the construction of these two cities is in full swing, not much is known to the outside world.

However, the situation in Grey Valley County is quite different.

It is located on the south side of the Thorn Ridge Mountains, surrounded by numerous small towns.

Within two days, news of the massive reconstruction project in Ashvalley County spread like wildfire to the ears of the surrounding minor lords.

These minor lords are like reeds in the wind, swaying with the wind and lacking their own opinions.

Originally, they planned to wait and see if "Duke of Terror" Norton Gregg would be angered by Link's actions.

After all, the "Duke of Terror" was a legendary figure in the human kingdoms, and his wrath was enough to plunge any city into utter ruin.

However, as time went by, they neither saw the "Terror Lord" send a large army, nor did they hear even the slightest hint that the "Terror Lord" was angry about it.

This caused different thoughts to begin to arise in their minds.

Some nobles keenly sensed the changes and began sending their spies into Winterfell, Thornfield, and Ashvalley.

They wanted to find out what had happened to these three cities and what Link's abilities were that could cause such a dramatic change.

Maren and Cole were among these spies.

Ordered by their respective lords, and filled with trepidation and curiosity, they crossed the Thorn Ridge and arrived at Winterhold.

In their imagination, Winter City was located in the far north of the human kingdom, a barren land where the city must have been dilapidated and lifeless.

But when they first saw the magnificent and towering city before them, they froze in place, as if they had been frozen in place.

Winterhold's outer walls have now been fully reinforced.

The city wall was even taller and wider, resembling a giant dragon coiled around the city, protecting the people within.

Outside the city wall, cement was specially poured and coated, making the surface clean and neat. From a distance, the entire city wall appears as a single, seamless piece, with no trace of any stone joints, as if it were a masterpiece of nature's artistry.

On the towering city walls, rows of heavy ballistae were neatly arranged, like silent guards, vigilantly aiming at the outside world.

Although Maren and Cole didn't know what kind of weapon it was, the thick arrowheads on it, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, told them that it was incredibly powerful, as if it could pierce through enemy warships at a single command.

"Is...is this really Winter City?" Cole murmured incredulously, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.

Maren immediately took out a map from his pocket, carefully compared it for a long time, and then slowly said, "The map should be correct. This is Winter City! The northernmost city in the human kingdom. There should only be one city here!"

His eyes were also filled with surprise, as if he had seen a completely new world.

Filled with astonishment, the two cautiously entered Winter City.

However, what shocked them even more was yet to come.

Upon entering the city, both Marlen and Cole stared wide-eyed, wondering what was going on.

Those people they usually regard as lowly are now busily moving through every corner of the city.

They actually demolished the house, then built a frame out of wooden planks and poured mud inside.

This method of building houses was something that Mullen and Cole had never heard of before.

"Are these lowly people crazy? How can anyone live in a house built like this? Won't it collapse after a rain?" Cole frowned, his face full of confusion and doubt.

But as the two walked further in, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Those strange, two-story houses stood in neat rows on both sides of the street, and the sounds of hammering and banging could be heard coming from inside.

The narrow, dirty, and smelly road has now been transformed into a wide road with a clean and tidy surface. It is paved with some kind of hard stone, the same color as the walls of the houses. Walking on it feels exceptionally solid, unlike the rough and uncomfortable cobblestone road.

The road is lined with trees, and although they are bare and swaying in the cold wind, one can imagine that when spring comes, the streets will be lush and green, like a green ribbon, making the city even more beautiful.

What irritated the two most was that the commoners were chatting and laughing while they worked, and their movements were just as fast as if they were enjoying a grand festival instead of working.

They had never seen anything like it before.

Thinking back to the past, when their lord conscripted laborers, the group of people would act as if their parents had died, all with long faces, and they would drag their feet on the work, like eighty-year-old men, not one of them willing to do it.

Maren and Cole exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

They had no idea what secrets were hidden in this seemingly ordinary city that could cause such a drastic change in these lowly people.

And what kind of magic does Link, this mysterious lord, possess that allows Winterfell to radiate such vibrant life?

......

"Could it be that Lord Link of Winterfell cast some kind of mysterious spell on these people? Why are they all working with such smiles on their faces, as if they have inexhaustible energy?"

Cole's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, his mouth slightly open as if to utter his astonishment.

Mullen's observations were more meticulous than Cole's.

As he walked along, his eyes swept over the surroundings, and he roughly estimated that there were at least a thousand people working.

Some of these people were moving stones, some were building houses, and some were cultivating the land; everyone was busy and having a great time.

Maren pondered to himself, based on his understanding of the traditional way of doing things, he absolutely did not believe that Link, as a lord, would pay these farmers for their work.

After all, in the minds of most lords, farmers were nothing more than laborers who could be used at will, and it was only natural for them to work for the lord, so there was no need to pay them any compensation.

However, there was one thing that Mullen really couldn't understand.

If wages are not paid, then food should be provided as compensation, according to common sense.

With so many people, even if it's just for supplying food, the consumption would be an astonishing figure.

Winterfell may be large, but its food reserves are limited. Can Link really produce so much food?

Maren frowned, his eyes filled with doubt, refusing to believe it no matter what.

"come here."

With a grim face, Malen gave an order to a barbarian slave who was passing by.

His voice was deep and authoritative; he wanted to ask for himself what secrets were hidden behind this.

The barbarian female slave noticed the attire of Malen and his companions and immediately recognized that they were likely of high status.

Their clothes were made of high-quality materials and were exquisitely designed, forming a stark contrast to their own linen clothes.

The female slave naturally dared not offend her easily, so she quickly and obediently walked over, lowered her head slightly, and asked softly, "Did you need something from me?"

With a cold expression, Malen asked in a deep voice, "Are you working for the lord of Winterfell?" His gaze was fixed on the female slave, as if trying to see through her.

"Yes, everyone is helping the lord with his work."

The barbarian slave pointed at the people around him, a bright smile on his face.

"Why are you all so happy while you're working? Has he paid you?" Maren couldn't help but ask quickly. His eyes revealed a hint of urgency, eager to unravel this mystery as soon as possible.

"Of course we gave it to them, Lord is a good nobleman." The barbarian slave said matter-of-factly, then looked at Maren and the others strangely, wondering to herself, wasn't this common knowledge in Winterfell? Her eyes held a hint of doubt and confusion.

“That’s impossible. How could he, as a lord, afford to pay so many people’s wages?” Maren retorted angrily, “Are you trying to fool us? Or is that damned lord trying to fool you?” His voice rose several decibels, his face full of anger and disdain.