Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

The second day after returning to Sunflower Manor.

Archer Battalion Training Grounds.

"Stand sideways with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, weight distributed on both legs, torso upright, and shoulders naturally lowered."

Knight Wayne stood behind the longbowmen, instructing them on the techniques of drawing and shooting arrows, speaking calmly.

"Hold the bowstring with your index, middle and ring fingers, keep the back of your hand and forearm straight, draw the bow and exert force, and finally aim at the target with the bow fully drawn and shoot."

After shooting an arrow, don't relax immediately. Slowly lower your bow arm, adjust your breathing, and prepare for the next shot.

He is a White Knight from Windcliff City, renowned for his archery skills.

Wayne's teachings were direct and highly effective.

After an initial period of adjustment, the longbowmen quickly switched from using hunting bows to using longbows.

They are learning how to master this new and powerful weapon.

Even so, many soldiers still made mistakes and committed numerous basic errors.

Faced with these soldiers who made mistakes, Wayne did not roar angrily like an army officer.

He simply came to them calmly, pointed out the problems, and taught them how to correct them.

There was no reprimand, no shouting, which should have been a good thing.

But the soldiers who made the mistake turned red in the face, feeling immense pressure.

They gritted their teeth, adjusted their posture, and secretly vowed never to make the same mistake again.

the reason is simple.

The archery instructor before us is an outsider, a mentor brought in by the lord from elsewhere.

Faced with the army commander's roar, the soldiers felt pressured, but they were all comrades who had gone through life and death battles, so they didn't have any other thoughts and would correct their mistakes next time.

However, in front of outsiders, making a mistake is equivalent to losing face for the entire archer battalion.

The longbowmen were burning with rage, eager to prove themselves, to show that they were no less capable than any other army.

Among them, the battalion commander Philip was under the most pressure.

The old soldier from the manor pricked up his ears.

He devoted himself to memorizing the Knight of Wynn's teachings, afraid of missing a single word.

As the proud commander of the archer battalion, he refused to allow himself to forever stand aside and follow the instructions of others!

The longbow training is in full swing.

Linde stood not far away and inspected the soldiers, expressing his satisfaction with their current positive training attitude.

Although Huaien's strength far surpasses that of the two battalion commanders of the manor's army.

But after all, they are outsiders, lacking achievements and prestige.

Therefore, Linde only assigned Wayne to be an archery instructor in the archer battalion, without any military rank, to ensure the rigor of the military system.

Even so, the archer battalion remained united in the face of this foreign instructor, striving to prove their strength.

This is a good thing, as it will greatly improve the training efficiency of longbowmen.

Linde was relieved about the soldiers, but he was worried about Wayne's condition.

This white knight of Windcliff City, despite agreeing to his conditions.

But deep down, he didn't have any hope and didn't believe he could cure his daughter.

Lind could tell.

The other party was willing to train his soldiers largely out of guilt, to atone for the crime of the ambush.

Given Huaien's current condition, it's likely that the White Knight will leave this place in about six months and secretly head to Windcliff City to find his daughter.

To change Wayne's mind, words alone are useless; only facts matter.

Linde was not worried about this.

The subsequent development of the manor is enough to prove everything.

After inspecting the troops, he left the training ground.

Hibbert, who was in charge of public affairs, came over and reported on the current construction of the manor.

"My lord, as per your request, the stables, kennels, and sheepfolds are being built on the open space on the west side of the manor."

The warehouse currently holds 50,000 pounds of rye straw, which can be used as feed for woolly horses and cashmere sheep.

If the former is used for labor, it also needs to be fed with soybeans.

The straw comes from the rye grown in the Demon Field, which was originally used as fuel or fertilizer for the Demon Field.

It's perfect for feeding livestock now.

Let the magic field grow some more soybeans, and you won't have to worry too much about feed for the next two or three months.

Meanwhile, at the army camp, William was instructing five knights in how to ride a horse.

It will take about half a month for the knight's squire to become proficient at riding a horse and learn to use a longbow before Linde can officially explore the Ice Mist Forest.

He had been eyeing this treasure trove beside him for far too long.

Now that mobility has been improved, it's time for the roles of hunter and prey to change, and it's his turn to hunt the forest.

After reporting on the various construction projects, Hilbert, with a worried expression, reminded him:

"Due to the impact of the ice storm, the temperature this winter is much colder than in previous years, and many residents have experienced health problems."

Blossomland is located on the outermost edge of the Northern Icefield.

The average temperature in previous winters was around minus 20 degrees Celsius.

However, this year, shortly after the start of winter, the temperature dropped to the lowest level of previous years, and it will only get colder and colder from here on out.

Hilbert had previously warned about the cold weather.

To this end, Lind used the estate's charcoal as one of the work rewards to ensure that residents had enough fuel to get through the night.

But now, charcoal alone is no longer enough.

In cold weather, residents are highly likely to catch a cold while working during the day, which can lead to serious illness.

This is a serious problem; if not handled properly, it could drag the still-developing estate into an abyss.

After careful consideration, Linde decided to change the current work system.

"From now on, the manor will adopt a shift system. Those who work in the morning can rest in the afternoon, and the afternoon shift will be taken by those who rested in the morning."

The current working hours at the manor are eight hours.

Four hours each in the morning and afternoon, all during the sunny period.

As for extending working hours, once it gets dark and the temperature drops, being exposed outdoors is tantamount to suicide.

A new wave of people entered the country, increasing the labor force.

The shift system is sufficient to maintain production needs.

Linde continued, "In addition, we can move the elderly, children, sick, and wounded from the town to the manor, where it is warmer and can also be used as a hospital to treat diseases and prevent further spread of the disease."

Many of the wild herbs I picked recently have matured.

This is enough for Linde to formulate suitable medicines to solve some common diseases.

It's time to start building the hospital.

Hibbert accepted the order, took his leave, and headed to the town to make arrangements for its execution.

Linde then went to the magic field area behind the manor.

Thanks to the gains from the second battle to defend the manor, he has now cultivated a total of eight acres of magic fields.

Five acres of the planted area are planted with advanced sunflowers, which are already mature. More than a hundred golden flowers shimmer in the sunlight.

One acre was cleared as a medicinal herb garden, where various wild-collected herbs were planted.

The remaining two acres were used as experimental fields, planted with rye and barley, intercropped with soybeans, peas and turnips, etc., for use in experiments on trait mutation.

When Lind arrived.

A resident knelt in front of the demon field, his head hitting the ground, trembling as he awaited his fate.

"Get up, there's no need to be so nervous."

Linde spoke up, gesturing for him to get up first.

While I was leading my team to Blackrock City, I entrusted the Demon Field to the care of this resident, Quincy.

However, two days ago, several of the higher sunflowers were eaten during the night.

For Sunflower Farm today, the superior sunflower is undoubtedly a kind of faith.

Even though it happened at night, Quincy was still terrified.

These past few days, unless I absolutely couldn't bear it at night, I've spent almost all my time kneeling outside the Demon Field, kowtowing and atoning for my sins.

Since it concerned the Demon Field, even William did not stop it, waiting for Lind to return and deal with it.

Seeing Quincy's pale face, Lin De knew that the kneeling and bowing these past few days had allowed the cold to seep into his body.

He stepped forward, grabbed Quincy's arm, lifted him up, and called for someone to take him to the manor for care.

The problem was understandable, and Quincy has already been punished.

Linde showed no intention of pursuing legal action.

After seeing him off, Lind looked at the culprits behind the damage to the High Sunflower: a nest of ground squirrels living in the North.

After noticing the few crimson strands peeking out from between the gray and white fur of these little guys, and the flickering flame magic within them.

Linde's eyes lit up.