Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Although this lowest grade of paper was not of very good quality, it was cheap and wrote smoothly, making it popular with the general public.

Products developed by Hannah have always varied in quality.

Typically, lower-quality products are launched first, and then, based on market feedback, higher-quality products are gradually introduced to meet the needs of different consumers.

155. Oak Tavern

Link nodded slightly, turned his gaze to Dilwa, and said in a calm tone, "Arrange for people to come and pick up the goods, and in a couple of days, select some to put on the market for sale."

"Understood." Dilva quickly replied, then carefully wrote it down in his notebook. According to the plan, he would send people to pick up the goods later, and the shop had already been prepared in advance.

"Let's go to the shopping street," Link said, and then led the group to set off.

Link looked satisfied as he led the group away. In his mind, as long as the linen supply was successful, the first step in tapping into the surrounding markets would be a success.

Link, from Earth, was all too aware of the immense power of mass-produced industry. While others were still slowly winding hemp thread by hand, he was already using semi-manual machines. Although these machines still required human assistance, their efficiency was dozens of times greater than that of purely manual operation.

Mass production means lower costs, which in turn allows for a significant price reduction, enabling the dumping plan to officially begin. Link secretly calculated that once over fifty percent of the linen on the market originated from the North, he would be rolling in money.

The carriage sped along and soon arrived at the commercial street. Link stepped down from the carriage and looked around. Everything around him made him feel slightly disoriented, as if he were in a movie scene from the 1980s or 90s.

A straight cement road leads directly to the northern gate, with busy figures on both sides. Rows of wooden frames are neatly arranged, with people working on renovations. The renovations are really just plastering the exterior walls with cement mortar, then covering them with pebbles to form signs and lettering.

The tavern mentioned earlier now stood before Link. The tavern was predominantly gray-white, with a grand, four-panel entrance. Above the entrance hung a wooden plaque bearing the powerful characters "Oak Tavern."

The Oak Tavern has three floors. According to Link's plan, the first floor is for commoners with affordable prices; the second floor has private rooms for merchants and nobles; and the third floor is used as guest rooms.

This large restaurant, which combines dining and lodging, is enormous in scale, mainly in its length and width. The first floor alone can accommodate more than a hundred tables, demonstrating its spaciousness; it's like a large canteen.

In fact, the business model on the first floor was designed based on that of a large canteen. For ordinary people, eating out is about speed, affordability, and being able to eat their fill, and a large canteen is undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

Link was naturally most concerned about the second and third floors; the first floor was just a side business.

“Let’s go in and take a look!” Link took the lead and walked towards the Oak Tavern, followed by three women.

Upon entering the tavern, the group saw that some people were putting up the final tidying up, mainly cleaning. The first floor was empty, with neatly arranged tables and chairs.

"Huh?" Dilva looked at the first floor and exclaimed in surprise, "Lord Link, this place looks just like the mess hall in the military camp."

“That’s right.” Link nodded and pointed to the platform in front of him. “That’s where you get your food. Customers can order whatever they want over there. A big bowl of wheat porridge, a vegetable dish, and a meat dish will only cost one copper coin.”

"Wow! It's so cheap, I'm sure lots of people will come to eat here!" Dilva exclaimed.

“That’s exactly what I wanted – a cheap price.” Link chuckled, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The first floor operates on a low-profit, high-volume model. For ordinary people, a large bowl of wheat porridge with vegetables is enough to fill them up.

"No way, I have to come and have a meal too, to see what it's like." Dilva clenched his fist and shouted excitedly, "Rinko, you have to come too, and Asagi too."

"Hmm." Rinko Akiyama nodded gently; she was also very curious about what the food here was like.

“It’s definitely worth a try,” Asagi said softly.

Link thought to himself, "I hope the three women don't have too high expectations for the food in the canteen. It's definitely not as good as the food at the city lord's mansion. They're just here for the fun of it."

"Let's go to the second floor, the key things are all on the second floor." Link said, and led everyone to the second floor.

The staircases leading to the second floor are very spacious, and there are four of them, so even if there are many people, there will be no congestion or stampede.

"Wow! So many small rooms!" Dilva exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the neatly divided small rooms on the second floor.

“These are called private rooms, there are 60 in total,” Link corrected with a smile, as these small private rooms were exactly what he valued.

The 60 private rooms on the second floor vary in size. Among them, there are 30 very small private rooms, which can only accommodate four to six people; 20 medium-sized private rooms, which can accommodate eight to twelve people at the same time; and the remaining 10 are large private rooms, which can accommodate sixteen people.

The second floor mainly serves stir-fried dishes, all cooked to order. The cheapest vegetarian dish costs five copper coins, but it tastes better than the one downstairs.

"Gaga..."

Link reached out and pushed open the door to a private room marked number 6. Inside, there was a set of tables and chairs, and dark holes in the walls.

"Lord Link, what should we do with these holes?" Asagi asked in a low voice.

Link pondered for a moment and then said, "Find some thicker paper, draw some patterns or write some words, then frame it with wood, nail several pieces together, and nail the most plain drawings over the holes."

“Oh yeah, how come I didn’t think of that…” Dilva scratched his head, suddenly realizing.

"I wonder if the sound can be clearly heard coming up from below," Link muttered to himself as he walked up to the small, cup-sized holes.

“Lord Link, why don’t you test it?” Asagi suggested softly. “We can talk up here, and you can listen down from below?”

“Okay, Rinko Akiyama, let’s go downstairs.” Link said, leading Rinko Akiyama out of the private room and towards the kitchen on the second floor.

The two went to the kitchen, pushed open the door to a room where grain was stored, moved a few sacks of wheat aside, and then lifted a hole in the floor to reveal a small staircase. They went down the stairs.

After walking for about a minute, we finally reached the bottom, which is the basement level and the core area of ​​the Oak Tavern.

The air underground was somewhat stuffy and very quiet; apart from the two people's breathing, only the sound of their footsteps echoed.

"Cough cough cough..."

In the darkness, a candlelight shone, followed by a familiar voice, causing Akiyama Rinko to unconsciously loosen her grip on her military knife.

"Lord Link, you've arrived." The elf Lushe slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Oh, it's Lushe. How are things? Can you hear what's coming from up there?"

Link wasn't surprised to see Lucy, after all, Lucy was in charge here.

“You can hear it; the sound transmitted through those bamboo tubes is very clear,” Lushe said, leading the two towards a small room marked with the number 6. “Lord Link, you can hear Asagi’s voice once you go inside.”

"Ok!"

Link led Rinko Akiyama into a small room, which contained a table and chairs, a flickering candle, a stack of paper, and several quill pens. A section of bamboo tube hung down from the center of the room, directly above the table.

“Come on, Rinko Akiyama, let’s give it a try.”

Link sat in the chair, removed the stopper from the bamboo tube, revealing a bamboo hole about the size of a thumb, and then put his ear to it. He could immediately hear the sounds coming from upstairs clearly.

"Asha, have Lord Link and the others arrived down there?" Dilva's clear voice was quite distinct.

"They should have arrived, but I don't know if they can hear us." Asagi's worried voice was still soft and pleasant.

The test results spoke for themselves; Link was extremely satisfied. If anyone harbored ill intentions towards the North or Link himself, or had any malicious plans, they would be able to be overheard by him as long as they were in this oak tavern.

Moreover, Link believed that the second floor of the Oak Tavern would attract many merchants and nobles for meals. At that time, some casual remarks or certain plans would be collected and organized.

Intelligence gathering—that's the true purpose of the Oak Tavern.

Link knew all too well that the importance of intelligence in this complex world was self-evident.

Through the special place of the Oak Tavern, he could obtain a lot of valuable information, thereby better controlling the situation and laying a solid foundation for his business empire and the development of the North.

156. Agnes's Happy Night

The night is falling and the sky is dotted with stars.

After finishing a full day of official business, Link hurried toward Agnes's residence.

He was filled with anticipation, intending to spend more time with his beloved wife on this quiet night.

At this moment, Agnes was quietly staying in her residence.

Because of her pregnancy, her belly was round and full, much larger than before, as if it held a mysterious little life about to be born.

Link gently pushed open the door and stepped inside.

As he took off his coat, he asked with concern, "How are you feeling? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable?" His voice was full of gentleness and worry.

Agnes, sitting on the sofa, replied, "I don't feel any discomfort, but being pregnant makes it quite inconvenient to move around, and I can't do my daily training."

Link walked quickly to her side, gently pulled her into his arms, and sat down on the sofa together. He said affectionately, "Just focus on your pregnancy, why bother with training?"

As he spoke, he reached out his finger and gently stroked Agnes's delicate nose.

Perhaps because of the stable period, or perhaps because of the preciousness of the child in her womb, Agnes had not shared that blissful state with Link for a long time.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the room was warm and ambiguous, like a soft veil enveloping the two of them.

Link raised his head slightly, his gaze meeting Agnes's. Agnes understood and slowly lowered her head, gently pressing her lips to Link's.

This kiss was like a key, instantly igniting the hidden flame in their hearts.

Link's hands were not idle either. He skillfully reached under Agnes's clothes, first gently caressing her soft and delicate waist, feeling the temperature and touch of her skin, and then slowly moving down, gently kneading her buttocks, which were slightly plump due to pregnancy but were still firm and shapely.

Link stood up from the sofa. Agnes was slightly shorter than him, so he had to bow his head slightly while Agnes tilted her head back and kissed him passionately.

The scene was so vivid that time seemed to stand still for them.

Agnes hugged Link tightly around the waist, then pushed Link back step by step.

Link naturally didn't resist and held her tightly as they walked into the cozy bedroom.

"Huff..." As their lips parted, both of them were panting heavily, their chests heaving violently, as if they had just gone through a fierce run.

Then, they both collapsed onto the soft bed.

Link quickly kicked off his shoes and eagerly continued to knead Agnes's clothes with his hands.

It turned out that Agnes had already taken a shower and was completely naked under her pajamas, which undoubtedly saved Link a lot of trouble.

He didn't need to remove much of her clothing to freely perform his "caresses".

His hands slowly climbed up her high, firm breasts, gently kneading them, feeling a delicate and soft touch on his fingertips.

Just then, he felt a little bit of wet liquid slowly seeping out from the top of her breasts.

Link paused slightly, a hint of surprise in his voice: "There's already breast milk?"

Agnes blushed slightly and said softly, "Yes, it started a while ago."

Link gently unbuttoned Agnes's nightgown, and the sight before him moved him deeply.

Her breasts were larger and fuller than before due to her pregnancy, and her areolas had gradually deepened from their previous cherry pink to dark red, like two ripe cherries, radiating an alluring glow.

Seeing the changes in Agnes's body, Link smiled gently and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Agnes. I'll take care of the milk supply."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hands and firmly grasped her ample breasts. Then, he slowly lowered his head, aimed at one of them, and gently took it into his mouth.

"Oh~"

Agnes let out a soft moan, a melodious and lingering sound, like the most moving piece of music in the world.

Her hands involuntarily stroked Link's hair, the movement gentle and soothing, as if embracing a nursing infant.

She closed her eyes slightly, shutting out all visual distractions, and focused all her attention on the wonderful sensation coming from her breasts.

At this moment, her lower body was already overflowing with moisture, the flowing wetness seeming to be the endless love flowing from the depths of her heart.

After enjoying herself for a while, Agnes suddenly realized that it wasn't right to leave Link waiting like this when Link moved to the other side.

So, she slowly lowered her hands and gently unbuttoned Link's clothes, then carefully pulled out the already erect "huge weapon" from under Link's clothes.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the room grew even more intense, like a burning flame of love raging.

Even though she had already seen, tasted, and personally experienced its flavor, when she faced this hideous and terrifying thing again, her heart still raced uncontrollably, and her cheeks flushed as if they were being scorched by fire.

However, Agnes did not hesitate for long. Her slender, jade-like hands climbed onto the scorching hot "weapon" without hesitation, her palms gently but firmly covering its tip, and then she began to slowly stroke and knead it back and forth.

The sensation, like an electric current, instantly spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble slightly.

The more she was touched like this, the more intense the fire in her heart became, as if a blazing flame was burning fiercely.

My throat became extremely dry, as if I were in a vast desert, desperately needing a spring of water to moisten it.

After Link had completely drained the milk from the other breast, she could no longer suppress her desire and eagerly lowered her head to take the enormous thing into her mouth.

"Woo~"

Link felt a warm breath rush towards him, and then, a soft and lively mouth enveloped him tightly.

He let out a long breath and looked down, only to see Agnes with her eyes tightly closed, struggling to breathe.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could only swallow about half of it, and could not swallow it whole.

Link felt pity for her and did not force her to perform deep throat.

He simply lowered his hands slowly, gently kneading her full and soft breasts, maintaining this alluring posture, fully enjoying Agnes's gentle sucking of her small mouth and the lively licking of her tongue.

The feeling was like a gentle breeze on a lake in spring, creating ripples that captivated him, leaving him unable to tear himself away.

A moment later, her lust surged like a burst dam, and Agnes, unable to bear it any longer, gently spat out Link's "weapon," then slowly stood up, gracefully lay down on the bed, and raised her round and pert buttocks as high as possible.

She was only wearing a thin nightgown, without any underwear underneath.