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Chapter 5 wouldn't load... but it did!?
"You're...not getting enough sleep?"
When Ronan called her in for a talk, Madonna was a little dazed.
In fact, she felt that she had been living a very comfortable life since arriving in Thorn Territory. All she had to do every day was to rub some pig iron, and the rest of the time she was either eating or sleeping.
So in addition to completing the tasks Ronan assigned, she also trains her magical abilities and combat skills in preparation for any eventuality.
Even so, she still felt a little uneasy.
If Ronan could kick her a couple of times, or do something else excessive, she might actually feel more at ease.
When she served as a guard witch in Dragon Fang Territory, it was common for her to go to bed after midnight. If an evil beast invaded at night, it was also a regular occurrence for her to be dispatched in the middle of the night.
Unexpectedly, Ronan complained that she wasn't getting enough rest.
"Yes, eight hours is the baseline for rest and work. Work should not exceed eight hours, and rest should not be less than eight hours. This is the latest discovery of the top scholars in the capital, but the news in the western region is relatively slow, so most people do not know about it yet."
Ronan said in a serious tone, thinking to himself that it felt good to show off to others.
"I see……"
Meidel patted her right hand with her left.
After arriving in Thorn Territory, her rest time increased significantly, and the amount of work and training decreased considerably. However, while the pollution was significantly alleviated, her strength did not decline; in fact, it was even slightly stronger than before.
Indeed, this was the right approach.
"Understood, I'll definitely get enough sleep from now on. But what should I do with the remaining eight hours?"
"The remaining eight hours? Actually, I haven't decided yet, so you can manage them yourself."
Seeing her open her little mouth and show that bewildered little expression, Ronan couldn't help but smile.
"Is the workload heavy right now? If you feel overwhelmed, it's okay if you produce less pig iron each day."
"No, I feel fine."
Meadow answered immediately—actually, she meant to say it was quite easy. Given the same weight, the pollution from pig iron is less than a quarter that from wrought iron.
She also discovered that after two days of iron-brushing work, the pollution levels were slightly reduced in the production of pig iron, wrought iron, and top-grade steel, something that had never happened before.
"Is that so? Okay, I'll keep an eye out for it."
Ronan realized that this discovery contained a great deal of information. Not only had the original owner never had similar memories, but even the system had no similar information.
It's possible that a certain memo does exist, but he just hasn't unlocked it yet.
[Stage Target (100) Completed]
[Additional privileges unlocked: Assault Protocol - Resonance]
[Agreement Details: Damage dealt by the contractor and the contracted party +5%; additional +5% for each Assault Agreement.]
[Remaining upgrade nodes: 300/500/1000]
"An upgrade in combat orientation... well, it's always good to have more martial spirit."
Ronan clenched his fist tentatively—since transmigrating, he had focused solely on developing his territory and had never taken the time to train in martial arts. But judging from the sheer amount of power he felt, killing his former self at his peak with a single punch should be an easy task.
Things you get for free are the most delicious, and the same principle applies to getting stronger while lying down.
Unfortunately, this upgrade didn't unlock any new memos. Compared to personal combat skills, those cryptic messages are clearly more crucial.
It seems he needs to step up his game.
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A week passed quickly—
Just three days after the new policies were implemented, Thorn Territory underwent a near-complete transformation:
The vast expanse of thorns and bushes has disappeared, replaced by newly reclaimed land with neatly arranged paths. There are no more shrubs or thick roots in the fields; the soil has been turned over and softened, and the orderly rows of field ridges are a pleasing sight to behold.
Ronan roughly estimated the area to be close to 900 acres. Based on the original owner's survey experience, the grain produced in the first year could supply about 80 people, and the output could be further increased after the land was converted into arable land.
Compared to the total population of over a thousand in the Thornlands, this seemed like a drop in the ocean, but it was still a rather astonishing number—no one, including the farmers who were clearing the land, had expected that they could clear 1 heyde of land in just three days.
Looking at the vast expanse of fertile fields before them, many farmers couldn't help but puff out their chests.
It was a strange feeling; they were working for the lord, yet they felt genuinely happy. As for the reason, they couldn't understand it.
"The eggs are here!"
"I finished first, so I get my share first!"
"Get lost, I've done way more than you!"
"Don't worry, you all have some!"
For them, the happiest moment of the day is serving eggs.
Those who receive eggs often become the object of admiration, signifying that they have worked quickly and well; those who don't receive eggs can only watch others eat their eggs while munching on black bread, secretly resolving to work harder next time.
Of course, for them, eating all-you-can-eat dark bread was a luxury they had never imagined before.
At the same time, a very small number of people who tried to cheat and were caught realized that what was more painful than eating black bread while watching others eat eggs was watching others eat eggs and bread on an empty stomach...
Ronan spared no effort in investing manpower in supervision and punishment. At the critical stage of the start, free-riding behavior not only affected the progress of farming and the order of the territory, but also his credibility as a lord.
Therefore, he deliberately placed the selection of exemplary individuals and the distribution of eggs in the most conspicuous places in the square to ensure that everyone could see them, and strictly prohibited looting and cutting in line.
There were also neatly stacked iron ingots nearby, which the people could exchange for with their work points at any time. In reality, all the work points combined couldn't be exchanged for that many—according to Ronan, its main purpose was to stabilize market confidence.
……
"I see! When people see the iron ingots piled up like a small mountain, they naturally won't doubt that their work points are useless!"
That morning, as Ronan explained his intentions in detail, Bart felt as if he had been enlightened.
Whether it was his imagination or not, Ronan seemed to have more and better ideas ever since Madel arrived... Could it be that contract witches can also improve one's brain?
"However, sir, Mr. Gavin asked me to tell you that the weapons and armor you desire are probably unavailable."
What does it mean if I can't type it?
Ronan paused for a moment, "Don't we have plenty of raw materials?"
"My lord, you may not know this, but the craftsmanship of weapons and agricultural tools is completely different. The former is more complex and time-consuming, and it requires a high level of skill from blacksmiths. Almost none of our blacksmiths possess such a level of skill. In fact, the reason why Mr. Gavin and his men were able to be hired by you is precisely because their skill level was not high enough to establish themselves in the mountain territory."
"Okay then..."
Ronan felt a headache coming on; it turned out that the people he had hired at such a high price were just leftovers from others.
Of course, the disparity between territories is far greater than that between the Wind God Pterosaur and Liangzi. For the Thorn Territory, these blacksmiths are indeed top-tier talents.
If all else fails, I'll just have to grit my teeth and find someone to buy it for me!
Without food, you'll go hungry; without weapons, you'll die.
With mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, Ronan returned to his office, intending to continue processing the notes left behind by the original owner of the body, only to find that Madonna was waiting at the door again.
"Sir, look."
The girl walked up to him eagerly and stretched out her hands.
A silver mass of wrought iron appeared out of thin air in front of her, gently covering Ronan's body like flowing water.
To Ronan's astonishment, it transformed into a complete set of iron equipment in less than five seconds.
There were broadswords and daggers, as well as helmets, chainmail, and arm and leg guards, all of which fit Ronan's body perfectly.
At this moment, the girl's pale pink eyes reflected the silver light, and her focused and absorbed expression possessed a unique beauty.
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