Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

This is naturally the dragon that Link requested to be sculpted. In Chinese culture, the dragon symbolizes authority and power, and Link hopes that the patrol officers can be like the dragon, protecting the peace of the city.

"This token would probably be worth several silver coins in the capital, no wonder losing it would land you in jail," the group discussed among themselves as they looked at the guard's token.

After reviewing the guard order, they picked up the horizontal swords that were lying upright. The swords were of average weight, lighter than the one-handed knight's swords they used in training, and felt very comfortable to hold.

"This is called a horizontal sword? What a strange name." Someone asked in confusion.

"Clang!" Someone couldn't help but draw their sword. A flash of white light appeared, and the others stared in astonishment at the single-edged sword.

The blade was smooth as a mirror, gleaming with a cold light; it was clearly made of fine steel.

The quality of this sword alone is enough to sell for a gold coin on the market, and probably more.

"If this gets lost, I'm afraid I'll be locked up in the dungeon until I die."

The group was suddenly incredulous. The equipment they were facing was no worse than a full set of knight's gear, and in some aspects, it was even better.

The equipment they were issued was already so good; the group couldn't even imagine how good the future benefits would be for them at the Ministry of Public Security.

Thinking of this, the group became excited. They quickly changed into their uniforms and leather armor, carefully stuffed the token into their pockets, picked up their swords, and ran out of the warehouse.

Their eyes were filled with confidence and determination, as if they were ready to meet any challenge.

Upon arriving at the front hall, the twenty-odd people quickly formed an orderly line.

They stood tall and were full of energy, displaying a positive spirit.

Link stared at the twenty-odd patrol officers in front of him with a very serious expression. His gaze swept across each of their faces as if he wanted to see right through them.

He said in a deep voice, "From today onwards, you are patrol officers. The safety of Winter City and the security of its civilians all depend on you. You must always remember your mission and responsibility and live up to the people's expectations."

"Yes!" everyone shouted, their voices loud and clear, echoing throughout the Ministry of Public Security's lobby.

"Very good, I hope you won't let me down."

Link nodded in satisfaction. These patrol officers had all undergone military training before becoming patrol officers, and they all had a very strong presence. He believed that they would definitely be able to do this job well.

It was worth the huge sum of money he invested; the leather armor worn by the patrol officers was specially designed for the Ministry of Public Security, using special techniques and materials that ensured both protection and flexibility, allowing the officers to move more freely when carrying out their duties.

Furthermore, the central warehouse also contains equipment such as shields and small crossbows, which are used to prevent riots in Winterfell.

In the event of an emergency, this equipment will play a vital role in ensuring the safety and stability of the city.

"Go down and familiarize yourself with the work environment. You'll officially start work tomorrow."

Link waved his hand, dismissing the crowd.

He'll have Fiora teach these patrol officers about rules and regulations; Fiora is experienced and can better guide them.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard footsteps coming from outside the gate of the Ministry of Public Security.

Link turned around and saw Fiora.

I saw her eating a steamed bun while running to work in the rain.

Her hair was wet from the rain and clung to her face, making her look a little disheveled, but her eyes were full of determination and enthusiasm.

Link quickly grabbed a towel and gently and caringly wiped the rainwater from Fiora's hair.

"Are there any spare clothes in the office? Go change quickly, don't get sick."

"Ah."

Fiora blushed slightly, munching on her bun as she quickly ran into her office and closed the door.

As the Minister of Public Security, Fiola naturally has his own office, and there's no problem with him locking the door and changing clothes inside.

Link muttered to himself, "It seems we really need to get things like oiled paper umbrellas, raincoats, and straw hats made as soon as possible."

Otherwise, traveling in the rain would be quite inconvenient, and it would also affect the patrol officers when they were carrying out their duties.

He decided to arrange for people to make these rain gear as soon as possible to provide better protection for everyone.

170. Hehe

At night, all was quiet, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

Link had been busy all day and had just lain down on his soft bed, ready to drift off to sleep and relieve the day's fatigue.

Just then, a rustling sound broke the silence of the night, like someone carefully moving their feet, or the soft rustling of clothes.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly pushed open the door and silently walked in.

By the faint moonlight filtering in through the window, Link could see that the person who came in was none other than Mizuki Shiranui.

Normally, Shiranui always maintains that reserved and dignified demeanor, and every move she makes exudes elegance.

But at this moment, she was completely different from her usual self.

Like a docile yet eager little animal, she crawled on both feet to Link's bedside, a silly smile on her face, and whispered, "Lord Link, I'll serve you tonight."

The voice was soft and tinged with shyness, yet it also revealed an undisguised anticipation.

Link snapped out of his reverie, a smile playing on his lips, and teased, "How did you learn this too?"

Shiranui blushed and then shamelessly betrayed Asagi: "Asagi taught me. She said that serving the master at night is more conducive to getting closer to him."

As she spoke, Shiranui began to undress herself.

She moved rather hastily, quickly stripping off all her clothes until she was completely naked, then haphazardly piling them aside.

After doing all that, she couldn't wait to pull back Link's blankets and slip into bed like a nimble fish.

In an instant, Link felt a hot and voluptuous body pressed tightly against him.

The warm touch, carrying the unique scent of Shiranui, made Link's heart beat a little faster.

Link chuckled and feigned reproach, saying, "You guys take turns serving me every day, just so you don't want me to get a proper rest, right?"

But despite that, he did not refuse.

Link remained completely calm in the face of Shiranui's offer to sleep with him.

He crossed his arms under his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and fully enjoyed Shiranui's increasingly skillful technique.

Shiranui's small mouth gently enveloped Link's, soft and flexible, her delicate tongue swirling around, causing Link to let out a satisfied groan: "Mmm..."

A beautiful and warm atmosphere filled the room, quietly spreading through the tranquil night.

He could feel that his engorged and erect weapon was now enveloped by Shiranui's hot little mouth, and her even slightly hot little tongue was swirling around the tip of his weapon.

She licked and sucked diligently, sometimes making a crisp watery sound as she sucked.

Link felt a tingling sensation in his legs, and to avoid surrendering too soon, he put his hands under the covers and moved them down to knead Shiranui's two soft breasts.

Shiranui's figure is similar to Asagi's, or even more voluptuous, unlike Yukikaze's flat figure.

He held one in each hand, firmly grasping both mounds, and even used a finger to gently tease her equally engorged and erect nipples.

Even though he couldn't see it with his own eyes in the pitch-black room, Link could feel Shiranui's body trembling with excitement.

He could roughly guess what the girl was doing, and it wasn't just thanks to his own fingers: in fact, under the covers, Shiranui was licking his weapon with one hand, while the other hand was teasing her own secret garden.

It wasn't enough for her body to just be excited; it also needed to become wet to accommodate Link's weapon.

almost.

With this thought in mind, Link then used one hand to touch Shiranui's hair.

So, Shiranui immediately spat out his weapon, her soft body climbing upwards, ready to let him penetrate her in a position where she was on top.

Otherwise, Link would obviously not like this.

"Now, lie down first," Link said softly.

Shiranui quickly lay down on the bed, but curled her legs up into a huge "M" shape. Her eyes sparkled with tension, excitement, and anticipation as she looked up at Link, who was lying on top of her: "Master... Oh—!"

She felt that enormous thing press against her wet, secret garden, and then relentlessly penetrate to the very end. A wonderful sensation flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but reach out and wrap her arms around Link's neck.

The rapid but even sounds of flesh colliding echoed continuously deep within the narrow but silent tent.

......

"call--"

Link gently blew on the rising steam from the coffee cup in front of him, and the wisps of white mist slowly dissipated in the morning light.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the large window of the study, falling on the antique desk and adding a touch of warmth to the entire room.

Link sat at his desk, holding a cup of fragrant coffee. He took a sip, the bitterness and richness mingling on his tongue. Then he slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, which instantly turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold air.

He then turned his gaze away from the frost-covered garden outside the window and looked at Kim Mi-jung, who was focused on handling government affairs.

Jin Meiting wore a well-fitting light blue dress, her long hair neatly tied back, revealing her smooth forehead.

She lowered her head slightly, her pen writing rapidly on the paper, her brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing, completely focused on the task at hand.

Looking at her serious expression, Link asked softly, "Meiting, how many furnaces are being produced now?"

"Wait a minute, let me see."

Upon hearing Link's voice, Jin Meiting stopped writing, looked up, and her eyes showed a hint of apology.

She precisely picked up another notebook from the mountain of notebooks on the table, her fingers gently turning the pages, the paper sliding quickly between her fingertips, making a rustling sound.

Looking at the dozen or so notebooks on Jin Meiting's desk, Link couldn't help but sigh at how busy she was these days.

All the data, big and small, from grain production to population movement, from commerce and trade to military equipment, would be reported to her immediately.

Jin Meiting is like the core hub of a vast information network, organizing, classifying, and analyzing this chaotic data, and then waiting for Link to inquire, so as to provide accurate basis for the territory's decision-making.

"Lord Link, there are now three thousand furnaces."

Jin Meiting finally found the relevant data. She looked up at Link and said, "The current daily production is around 150."

"What is the current population of Winterfell?" Link raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with the number of ceramic furnaces. This number was still too few for Winterfell, and the daily production was also too low to meet the growing demand.

"Lord Link, the current permanent population of Winterfell is around 19,000."

Jin Meiting quickly picked up another notebook and skillfully flipped through it. Her fingers moved rapidly between the pages, as if playing a tense melody.

A moment later, she found the information she needed and said, "In the past ten days or so, people have been moving here from other cities. On the busiest day, nearly three hundred people moved here. The population of Winter City is still increasing."

"Oh? There are so many?" Link's eyes widened in surprise when he heard the number.

This number far exceeded his expectations. He originally thought that the population growth of Winter City would be a relatively slow process, but he did not expect that so many people would flock in in just over ten days.

“Lord Link, Winterfell is far wealthier than other surrounding cities, you should be well aware of that.”

At this moment, Luca, the secretary who had been sitting in the chair swinging her legs, gently reminded her.

As she spoke, she stood up from her chair, walked over to Link, and continued, "And in two months, another cold wave will be coming. Winter comes early and is long in the North; it's a tough time to get through the winter."

Upon hearing Luca's words, Link immediately understood.

The next winter is approaching. Winterfell is located in the North, where the winters are long and cold, with heavy snowfall and a sharp drop in temperature.

Without sufficient food and warmth, many people may not survive this winter.

Winterhold had previously spread the word that anyone who came to work in Winterhold would definitely have a full meal and a place to stay.

In addition, Winterhold is now rich in resources and has a prosperous economy, so the probability of surviving the winter here is much higher compared to other surrounding cities.

It's no wonder that so many people brave the long and arduous journey to Winterfell. Otherwise, they would just be waiting to die in other cities, so they might as well come to Winterfell and maybe survive.

"Have someone set up the stoves in the market, and put honeycomb briquettes there too. Only those with ID cards and temporary residence permits can buy them. Don't sell to those merchants yet."

After a moment of contemplation, Link decisively gave the order.

Winter is coming, and there is a stove in the house, which can drive away a lot of the cold.

Simply connect the ventilation pipes, and the entire room will be warm and cozy.

Moreover, he intends to use this method to prioritize the basic living needs of the residents of Winterfell and prevent merchants from inflating prices and making exorbitant profits.

“Okay!” Jin Meiting quickly picked up her notebook and carefully wrote down the order.

After taking notes, she frowned slightly, a hint of worry on her face, and said, "Lord Link, won't those merchants cause trouble?"

After all, merchants are driven by profit, and restricting their purchase of stoves and honeycomb briquettes is likely to provoke their dissatisfaction and resistance.

"Causing trouble? Then lock them all up in the Ministry of Public Security for a few days to keep quiet."

Link said calmly, a hint of authority in his eyes.

The North is known for its "simple and honest people," but this "simplicity" carries a hint of wildness and impulsiveness.

Quite a few people have been detained in the Ministry of Public Security these past few days. At first, some people were not convinced and clamored for a duel, thinking that they had the strength to fight and did not take the Ministry of Public Security seriously.