Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, two days have quietly slipped away.

On the third day, the women slowly snapped out of their focused state of studying.

At this moment, a diamond-shaped mark could be faintly seen appearing on the foreheads of all the women.

However, the mark was fleeting and quickly disappeared, leaving only the women's increasingly captivating charm.

Link looked at the women and said with a smile, "Alright, from now on, you must remember to practice this Yin Seal Technique diligently. Its function is not limited to preserving youth; you will gradually discover more surprises as you experience it."

"Thank you, Lord Link! We will definitely practice hard!"

"You've been so kind to us, sir! We don't know how to repay you!"

The women nestled close to Link, their faces beaming with sweet smiles, their voices soft and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing Link's heart.

......

In the following days, the war between the eldest prince and the second prince officially began like a surging tide.

However, the flames of war were not limited to the struggles between the royal family members.

The other grand dukes of the Eastern Territory also revealed their greedy fangs at this moment of great change.

Like hungry beasts, they began to invade the surrounding small territories, attempting to devour more resources in this chaotic world to strengthen their own power.

War has always been synonymous with cruelty, bringing only endless trauma.

Countless people were displaced in the midst of the war. They were forced to leave their ancestral homes and migrate like rootless duckweed, just to escape the merciless war.

Amidst this chaos, those who profited immensely were undoubtedly the powerful lords and the ruthless slave traders.

They thrived in this chaotic world, turning the suffering of war into a tool for making money.

As the weather gradually warms up, the transplanted flowers, trees, and shrubs in Winter City seem to sense the breath of spring, sprouting tender green buds and forming delicate flower buds, adding a touch of vitality to this brand-new city.

"My lord, the first batch of slaves purchased today has arrived and is currently waiting in the square inside the barracks. I have ordered the city guards to keep a close watch on them. Would you like to go and take a look?"

Now, as the commander in charge of overall coordination, Bai spoke respectfully to Link, who had just finished breakfast.

In today's North, the most pressing need for development is not land, but population.

Currently, various forces are fighting each other, and people from all over the country are leaving their homes to escape the flames of war.

Many of them had no choice but to become slaves in order to survive, and quite a few were even forcibly captured by slave traders' slave-catching teams.

However, Link had no time to concern himself with the reasons behind these things.

What he was doing was buying large numbers of slaves from these slave traders to populate the population of the North.

After all, a small bag of gold coins could buy several hundred able-bodied young slaves, making this deal undoubtedly the most worthwhile for him.

Link nodded slightly, and as he walked outside, he asked, "How many slaves are there in total?"

Bai hurriedly followed behind Link and replied, "This batch has three hundred people, all sent from the western border, which is relatively close to us. The slave traders sent word that there will be several more batches, the latest of which will arrive within about half a month."

"Great, let's go take a look now. By the way, are the cement houses all built? Have all the basic living supplies been prepared?"

Link then asked, since now that the people had arrived, the first thing to solve was their food and lodging.

Bai hurriedly replied, "Yes, after I arranged for people to work overtime, enough cement houses to house eight hundred people have been built. Once the expansion work on the north and west sides of Winter City is completed, there will be plenty of space to build even more cement houses. However, there is still a shortage of some daily necessities, especially food. The potatoes you arranged to plant have been harvested, but the quantity is clearly not enough to support such a large population. However, I have already asked Lushe to send people to purchase them, and the next batch of food delivered to Winter City should be enough to meet the current situation."

"Lord Link, they are just slaves, why are you arranging such good lodging and living conditions for them?"

After clearing the table of dishes, head maid Della couldn't help but ask.

In her view, it was enough to ensure that the slaves had a bun to eat at each meal and that they didn't starve to death.

Slaves were the lowest rung of society, despised even by ordinary people.

They had absolutely no human rights; most of them were vagrants, prisoners of war from the defeated side, deserters, and the like.

It's understandable that Della would look down on someone like that.

Link said calmly, “I want more than just slaves. I want people who can become citizens of Winterfell. Each of them can contribute their share to Winterfell, and I hope that one day they can walk out and proudly say: We are citizens of Winterfell.”

Della shook her head helplessly. How could she possibly understand the thoughts of someone who grew up in a socialist environment?

In her traditional mindset, slaves should behave like slaves, so how could she understand Link's long-term plans and profound considerations?

Of course, she doesn't need to understand.

Link chuckled lewdly and patted her shapely buttocks, his lewd hands digging deep between her tempting cleft, causing Della to let out soft moans.

Just focus on doing a good job of RBQ (Responsible Response Questioning). What's the point of understanding all this?

Laugh~

128. A slave's meal

At this moment, on the wide and cold square of the Winterhold military camp.

"Behave yourself and stop looking around."

A city guard in heavy armor, looking impatient, shouted at a man squatting on the ground in tattered clothes.

The roar echoed like thunder across the empty square.

In the eyes of these city guards, these slaves were undoubtedly the lowest and most filthy beings.

They even felt that these slaves were worse than the previous barbarian slaves.

The origins of these slaves were diverse. Many were deserters who, fearing death on the battlefield, abandoned their comrades and honor; some were defeated generals who survived the war, their former vigor long since worn away; and others were refugees who wandered from place to place in order to survive, eventually ending up here.

To these city guards, these slaves were disgraced and despised.

Most people in the North have very simple and pure ideas. They are deeply influenced by traditional values ​​and would rather die bravely on the battlefield, shedding their last drop of blood, than be deserters and flee in a cowardly manner.

This is one of the reasons why so many civilians were willing to stand with Link when facing the powerful Schumpeter forces.

In their hearts, honor is above all else; to run away is a shameful act, a betrayal of their family and city-state.

Therefore, they looked down on these slaves, considering them symbols of cowardice and incompetence.

The man squatting on the ground had a stiff and numb look in his eyes, as if he had lost the vitality of life.

However, deep down, perhaps a trace of curiosity about the unknown world still remained. He couldn't help but look around curiously, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this strange and oppressive environment.

"Didn't you fucking hear what the old man said?"

The city guard, enraged that the man did not immediately obey his orders, was about to kick the damned slave away to vent his anger.

However, just as his foot was about to kick the man, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed forcefully by a large hand.

Who is it...?

Just as the soldier was getting a little angry and wondering who dared to interrupt him while he was "teaching a lesson" to the slave, he turned around and found Link standing behind him.

Link stood tall and straight, his eyes firm and dignified, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

Link looked at the group of slaves squatting on the ground. They were thin and ragged, their faces filled with exhaustion and despair.

He turned to the soldier and said sternly, "They may be slaves, but they are still human beings. If this happens again, they will be dealt with according to military law." His voice was steady and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible authority.

"Yes." The city guard immediately stood up straight, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from nervousness, and hurriedly replied.

He knew Link's authority and the severity of military law, and dared not disobey in the slightest.

Link said to Bai behind him, "Remember, this situation must not happen again. We should treat everyone equally, except for our enemies, including these slaves. Everyone has dignity and rights, and we cannot discriminate against them because of their status."

Bai nodded solemnly and said, "Sir, rest assured, I will definitely warn all the soldiers that there will be no situation where slaves are harmed."

Link slowly walked up to the platform in front of him, his steps steady and firm, each step seeming to touch people's hearts.

The slaves below the platform kept their heads down, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them.

They had endured so much suffering and torment that they had long lost hope in life.

When they saw Link arrive, they saw him as just someone who had changed masters.

All they cared about was how much food their new owner would give them each day, and whether they would be given a thin, tattered coat to wear when it was cold. That was all.

"Raise your heads, all of you! This is Lord Link, the lord of Winterfell and the entire North!"

Bai stood to the side and shouted loudly, trying to attract the slaves' attention.

However, it only drew a curious glance from the slaves before they quickly lowered their heads again.

Their eyes were filled with numbness and indifference, as if they had lost all sense of the world.

Link waved his hand, signaling Bai to step back. He swallowed hard and said in a gentle tone, "Greetings, I am Link, the Lord of the North. I know you must have had a very difficult journey. You have endured countless hardships, hunger, and cold; you must have suffered a lot."

There was complete silence below; the slaves seemed not yet to have recovered from their numb state.

Link shrugged helplessly and said with a smile, "I think everyone must be hungry. How about this, I'll have someone distribute some food to you, and you can eat while we chat."

Upon hearing the word "food," the slaves below stared wide-eyed at Link on the platform as if they had discovered gold.

Their eyes were filled with longing and expectation, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope for survival.

In their lives, food is the most precious thing, and every meal is for the purpose of prolonging life.

"Bai, go and get them some food, following the usual food patterns of the common people."

Link gave instructions to the white-clad servants behind him. His voice was full of concern and sincerity, hoping to bring a touch of warmth to these slaves.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

After Bai finished speaking, he hurriedly led several soldiers toward the barracks kitchen.

Link looked around and sat down on the ground, just like the slaves below.

He touched the hard cement floor with his hand and said, "This cement floor is well made. It's quite comfortable to sit on, without any potholes. Alright, I've already sent someone to prepare food for you. It will be delivered soon. Let's chat for a while." Link said with a smile, trying to close the distance with the slaves.

Link noticed a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old standing in front of the slaves. The boy stared at Link with wide, curious eyes.

Unlike the other slaves, this boy still retained a trace of innocence and hope in his eyes.

"Young man, what's your name? Hmm! It's you."

Link called out to the boy with a smile. His voice was gentle and kind, like an elder calling out to his child.

The boy looked around nervously, but when he met Link's kind eyes, he mustered his courage and said, "Sir, my name is Green." His voice trembled slightly, but his eyes were full of determination.

“Green, where are you from?” Link asked. He hoped to learn more about these slaves through his conversation with Green.

“I’m from Yale City.” Green touched his messy head with his hands covered in black mud. His movements were a little clumsy, but they revealed a kind of simplicity and innocence.

"When was your last meal, and what did you eat?"

Link tries to ask simple, ordinary questions to gradually reduce their tension.

He knew that these slaves had suffered too much and needed to be given enough patience and care.

Green licked his pale, chapped lips and said, "We ate it yesterday at noon. It was a piece of black bread given to us by the slave owner." His voice was weak, as if he were recalling the unpalatable food.

As he spoke, Green looked at Link with eager eyes and asked cautiously, "Lord City Lord, can we eat now? Don't we have to wait until noon? Is it black bread or something else?"

His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he were longing for a sumptuous meal.

Link smiled and said, "You'll find out soon enough." His smile was full of mystery and confidence, filling Green with anticipation.

Soon, Bai arrived with several soldiers carrying several large barrels.

"Lord City Lord, the food is ready, but we might not have enough bowls," Bai said with some difficulty.

"Go and borrow some from the townspeople outside the barracks. If that doesn't work, let them take turns eating."

Link thought for a moment before speaking. He didn't want any slave to go hungry and would do his best to meet their needs.

When Link looked down at the audience again, he noticed that the slaves' eyes were fixed on the large barrels that were emitting a fragrant aroma and steam.

Their eyes were filled with longing and greed, as if this food was their whole life.

"The food is ready. Don't move around or make any noise. I'll have someone deliver it to you one by one, but there aren't enough bowls, so those of you who are at the back, don't worry."

After Link shouted, he said to the soldiers next to him, "Hurry up and distribute them one by one from the front. We can deal with the bowls later if we don't have enough."

The slaves in front watched anxiously as the city guards distributed food to them. Their eyes were filled with tension and anticipation, as if they were awaiting a judgment of fate.

"It's porridge."

One of the slaves whispered in disbelief. In his memory, they rarely ate such things; when they did, there were at most a few grains of millet that couldn't be picked up, or some weeds.

The so-called porridge was nothing more than scraps of food given to them by slave owners to keep them from starving.

However, when he took the bowl, he found that it was more than half full of rice, and the white rice grains shimmered with an enticing light.