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This ancient and solemn city was shrouded in a hazy mist, as if draped in a thin veil, adding to its mystery and tranquility.

The raindrops were fine and continuous, like thousands of silver threads hanging from the sky, swaying gently in the breeze, and eventually converging into streams that slid down from the wide eaves of the castle, forming rows of crystal-clear water, like the most exquisite beaded curtain in nature.

As the beaded curtain sways gently, it gives people a dreamlike visual experience, as if they have stepped into a world that is both real and illusory, making them feel refreshed and happy.

Link sat on the edge of the large bed, staring blankly at the rain scene outside the window.

The continuous rain blurred the distant forests and mountains, making them resemble a sleeping giant lying quietly between heaven and earth, adding a touch of mystery and majesty.

This was the second rain he had witnessed since he came to this world.

When I first arrived, it was during a severe drought; the earth was cracked and everything was withered.

If his territory had not been fortunate enough to have a winding river that irrigated the parched fields, the golden wheat would likely have withered under the scorching sun, turning into a desolate wasteland, and the people within his territory would have faced the threat of famine.

"Rainy days are such rare and beautiful weather."

Link muttered to himself, then stretched, the blanket slipping off him to reveal his languid and comfortable posture.

Indeed, for him, who was busy with territory affairs, such a rainy day was undoubtedly a rare moment of rest.

Without tedious official duties or noisy crowds, only the gentle patter of rain, it's the perfect place to snuggle in a warm bed, enjoying the tranquility and peace, allowing your weary body and mind to relax for a moment.

However, at that moment, his gaze inadvertently swept across the edge of the bed and he noticed an unusual trace—a strand of long brown hair, lying there quietly, its length and texture seemingly very similar to Luca's.

Link was slightly taken aback, and then the image of Luca sometimes hugging his pillow and taking a nap on his bed flashed through his mind.

Luca is his secretary, petite and adorable, utterly loyal to him, and often blushes with shyness over trivial matters.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle, thinking it was just a small matter, and quickly put it out of his mind.

After all, there was something more important waiting for him today—to go to the Ministry of Public Security, and it wouldn't be good to go too late.

The Ministry of Public Security is an important agency for maintaining order in Winterhold, and as the lord, he needs to inspect and guide its work from time to time.

"Gaga!"

With a light, quick sound of the door opening, Luca appeared in the doorway.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and as usual, she knew that Link should have woken up by now.

However, when she saw the strand of long hair Link was holding, the greeting she had prepared suddenly caught in her throat, and two blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks, making her look exceptionally cute.

She kept her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, looking somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong, Luca?"

Link noticed Luca's unusual behavior, followed her gaze to the hair in his hand, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Did you take a nap on my bed again yesterday?"

"Uh...yes, yes!"

Luca lowered her head slightly, her voice barely audible, as she couldn't help but recall the scene from last night—she had sneaked into Link's room, hugged the pillow he had slept on, deeply inhaled its lingering scent, and wore a dreamy smile, like a girl in love.

She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she just couldn't control her emotions and behavior.

"Okay, don't be shy. Everyone loses some hair, it's no big deal."

Link didn't think much of it, assuming that Luca was embarrassed because his hair had fallen on his bed and he hadn't cleaned it up.

He gently comforted Luca, trying to ease her embarrassment and nervousness.

In his view, it was just a trivial matter and there was no need to take it too seriously.

"Mmm!" Luca nodded, blushing, and then gently began to help Link change his clothes.

Throughout the entire process, she dared not make eye contact with Link, for fear that her thoughts would be seen through.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Finally, after helping Link tidy his clothes, she hurriedly said, "Young Master, I'll go prepare breakfast," and left the room as if fleeing.

Her back view appeared somewhat flustered and hurried, as if something terrible was chasing her.

Link stared at Luca's disappearing figure, his heart filled with doubt and confusion.

He shook his head, temporarily setting those thoughts aside, and leisurely went to the living room to enjoy breakfast.

Breakfast was plentiful, with fragrant bread, hot milk, and fresh fruit.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he set off for the Ministry of Public Security with a few attendants.

Because it was raining today, Luca and Asagi did not go together.

Sitting in the carriage, Link looked out the window at the soldiers training in their cloaks. Although they tried their best to shield themselves from the rain with their cloaks, they were still soaked to the bone and looked quite disheveled.

Rainwater streamed down their faces, soaking their clothes and trouser legs.

Their steps seemed heavy and slow, clearly affected by the rain.

As Link looked at them, he couldn't help but wonder: should raincoats and umbrellas be invented in this world as well?

This way they can better protect themselves from rain on rainy days.

He imagined weaving raincoats from plants with resilient leaves. Although they would be a bit heavier after getting wet in the rain, they would still be quite waterproof overall.

Add a straw hat, and you have a complete set of rain gear.

Such rain gear is practical, environmentally friendly, and inexpensive, making it suitable for large-scale promotion and use.

As for umbrellas, they're relatively simple.

All you need to do is make an umbrella frame out of bamboo and then wrap it in a layer of waterproof oil paper.

The core of the paper umbrella is actually that layer of waterproof oiled paper. Link doesn't lack paper, but he lacks the oil coating on the umbrella…

According to Link's memory, tung oil has a good waterproofing effect, and it is also something he can obtain in large quantities at this stage.

The discovery of tung oil was actually an accident. Link had once ordered the research department to try to extract oil from any fruit or plant they could find in order to find new energy sources and materials.

Tung oil is extracted from a type of tree found in the mountains.

This tree grows deep in the mountains, and its fruit is rich in oil.

After numerous experiments and refining processes, the research team finally succeeded in extracting tung oil from the fruit and discovered its waterproof properties.

He imagined how beautiful it would be to paint calligraphy and landscapes on an oil-paper umbrella and then brush it with waterproof oil!

That would be a perfect blend of art and practicality, providing shelter from the wind and rain while also becoming a beautiful work of art.

If he weren't going to the Ministry of Public Security right now, he would have turned around and gone to the research department to have the carpenters make him a few oil-paper umbrellas.

This is much more durable than those umbrellas with iron frames, and it's also lighter and more aesthetically pleasing.

On the other side of the world, in some places, it's customary to give a beautiful oil-paper umbrella as a wedding gift!

It symbolizes happiness and fulfillment, and represents people's best wishes for the newlyweds. Of course, there were also umbrellas made of cloth, which were also coated with waterproof paint, but at that time, cloth umbrellas were unaffordable for ordinary people.

The cost of cloth was relatively high, and the production process was also quite complex, so only nobles and wealthy merchants could afford it.

"Ta Tata..."

While Link was pondering how to make an oil-paper umbrella, the carriage slowly drove into the gate of the Ministry of Public Security.

Lin Ke stepped off the carriage in the rain and entered the lobby of the Ministry of Public Security in a few steps.

At this moment, besides Link and his group, there were twenty-six other people standing in the hall.

Apart from Link and his group who arrived by carriage, everyone who passed the exam that day was present. However, they were all soaking wet and looked quite disheveled.

Their hair and clothes clung tightly to their bodies, and their faces were wet with rain and showed signs of exhaustion.

"There's a warehouse in the backyard with clean clothes. Go change into those. They'll be your Ministry of Public Security uniforms from now on."

Link waved his hand and said.

He knew that these young people had put in a lot of effort and hard work to get into the Ministry of Public Security.

They went through rigorous exams and selection processes before finally becoming members of the Ministry of Public Security.

They will be the guardians of Winterfell's future, and it is they who will make the city safer and more prosperous.

"Yes!" the twenty-five men answered in unison, saluted, and then ran off.

They couldn't wait to change into clean clothes and get rid of their wet attire.

Their eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement, as if they could already see themselves looking majestic in their uniforms.

Link watched their departing figures, his heart filled with anticipation and hope.

He knew that these young people would showcase their talents and potential on the grand stage of the Ministry of Public Security, contributing their strength to the development of Winter City.

And he, together with them, will write a glorious chapter for Winterfell.

169. Arrangement

The Ministry of Public Security building has a well-organized layout, divided into three courtyards: front, middle, and rear. Each courtyard serves a different function, and together they form the core hub for maintaining public security in the city.

The front yard exudes solemnity and seriousness upon entry.

This is a spacious and bright hall. The floor is paved with neatly arranged bluestone slabs, the walls are as white as snow, and several bright lanterns hang from the ceiling, illuminating the entire space.

Several rows of benches are placed on both sides of the hall for people who come to do business to rest and wait.

In the very center is the reception desk, where uniformed staff are providing enthusiastic and professional service to visitors, answering questions and processing procedures. Every movement is so skillful and orderly.

This place is not only a place to receive the public, but also an important place for the Ministry of Public Security to conduct daily work. The office areas of various departments are distributed around the hall. Staff members are busy moving around, handling various affairs. The sounds of their conversations intertwine, forming a busy yet orderly office symphony.

After passing through the front yard, you arrive at the middle yard.

The Intermediate Court is a training ground for the Ministry of Public Security and a venue for carrying out important missions; the space is open and flat.

One side of the venue is a dedicated training area, equipped with various training equipment such as wooden stakes, sandbags, and climbing frames. This is where police officers improve their physical fitness and combat skills.

Every morning, you can see police officers doing their morning exercises here. They are agile and nimble, shouting loud slogans, showing their vigor and vitality.

Next to the training area is the interrogation room. The heavy iron door and dim lighting create a serious and oppressive atmosphere. This is where prisoners are interrogated, and every interrogation is related to the truth of the case and social justice.

Further to the side is the weapons and supplies storage area, with rows of sturdy iron cabinets neatly arranged, containing various weapons and supplies, from sharp longswords to strong shields, from exquisite crossbows to ample arrows, each item is well-maintained and ready to be used when needed.

In a corner of the Intermediate People's Court, there is a canteen with neatly arranged tables and chairs. The aroma of food wafts from the kitchen. This is where the police officers replenish their energy. They enjoy their meals here while exchanging information about work and life, thus strengthening their bonds.

The backyard is a relatively quiet and mysterious place.

Here are rows of neat cells, with walls made of thick stone and windows fitted with sturdy iron bars to prevent prisoners from escaping.

Although the cells are simple, they are clean and tidy, and each cell is equipped with basic living facilities to ensure the basic living needs of the prisoners.

On one side of the cell block, there are rows of small, dark rooms. These rooms are dimly lit and cramped, and are used to temporarily detain criminals who have committed serious violations of discipline or are considered dangerous, so that they can reflect on their mistakes.

Link led the newly recruited patrolmen to the central court's warehouse, which was also where weapons were stored.

The warehouse door was heavy and sturdy, with a large lock on it. After unlocking the lock and pushing open the door, you would find a series of huge iron cabinets inside. These cabinets were all wardrobe-style, with a simple and practical appearance.

Each locker was clearly labeled with a person's name. The new patrol officers found their lockers by name and stood in front of them, filled with anticipation and curiosity.

They slowly opened the cabinet door, and inside was a neat set of leather armor.

The leather armor is dark brown in color, with a smooth and glossy surface. It is tough yet soft, providing good protection without hindering the body's flexibility.

Beside the leather armor lay a one-handed sword, its blade long and sharp, its hilt wrapped in black leather, feeling very comfortable to hold. On top of it, there was a piece of paper.

"What's written on the paper?"

Some people couldn't resist their curiosity and unfolded the paper to read it, becoming more and more surprised as they read.

It turns out that this is a detailed set of regulations for the management of leather armor weapons.

The regulations clearly stipulate that each person shall be provided with four sets of clothing, including autumn and winter clothing, to meet the needs of different seasons.

If the damage is caused on official business, a replacement can be issued free of charge; however, if the damage is caused privately, compensation must be paid in accordance with regulations.

After get off work, you are not required to wear a uniform, giving everyone some personal space.

Each officer is required to wear a set of leather armor when on duty or on patrol, in order to ensure their own safety.

Each officer carries a horizontal sword, an essential weapon for patrol officers, which must not be lost, or they will face severe punishment. Each officer also carries a guard badge, a symbol of their identity, which must also not be lost.

"That's really strict. I'm afraid even the Knights of the Royal Capital can't compare," someone couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, someone picked up the guard's order and began to examine it.

This token is only the size of a baby's palm, but it is carefully crafted from fine steel, and is hard and heavy.

The token is embossed with the three large characters "Guard Order," written in a vigorous and powerful style.

Around the characters, there is a snake-like animal with four legs. The animal is carved so lifelike that it seems as if it might leap out of the token at any moment. It surrounds the three characters of "Guard Order" and gives people a mysterious and majestic feeling.

The token has three strange characters on the back that are difficult to understand, which adds to its mystery.