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Chapter 39 Village Name?

Lester keenly noticed Thorne's troubled expression and subconsciously asked a question.

Lester quickly learned what Thorne's dilemma was, and then he said seriously, "I've already spoken to them and they're going to settle down back in our village. I'm just wondering if you'll agree?"

Thorne, who had been gazing at the moon and pondering a solution, suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide and his lips pouting, and looked at Lester: "You're a genius!"

Lester, suddenly flattered, felt his head buzzing with adrenaline. It felt amazing! Then he snapped back to reality: "So, I'll get them to move everything they can here quickly, and then we'll head back to the village?"

"Just take the slaves' indentures and weapons; the rest are useless."

After Thorne finished speaking, Lester immediately got to work, instructing the slaves to gather all sorts of things scattered on the ground, making sure that nothing was left behind, not even a single nail, as long as it was made of iron.

Thorne himself found the unfortunate man whose head he had shot with an arrow, pulled the arrow out of his head, wiped it clean, and put it back in his pocket.

This stuff is reusable and shouldn't be wasted.

After the group cleaned up the battlefield in less than a minute, Lester jogged over again: "What's the next step?"

"Run! I'm afraid if we don't run now, the fleeing patrol will call the lord's knights over." Thorne made this not-so-prestigious decision without the slightest hesitation, and Lester nodded in deep agreement.

The faster you run away, the better. I was just too slow, so I was caught by the patrol team as soon as I left the warehouse.

About two minutes later, the Autumn Wind Knights, riding their warhorses and fully armed in iron armor, arrived at the refugee area outside the south city in what could be described as an extremely fast attack. They found nothing but corpses scattered all over the ground.

“…………”

There's an old saying that war is 99 percent of the time wasted on boring marches, and then 1 percent of that time spent deciding whether it's your own death or the death of the enemy.

This battle was similar. Thorne first led the villagers, spending a whole day to reach the slums south of Autumnwind Town, and then spent less than 10 minutes resolving the battle before leading the villagers and slaves back to the village in one night.

Immediately, the slaves outside the village let out a gasp of amazement.

"Wow!"

The slaves couldn't help but swallow hard as they looked at the massive city wall that was over nine meters high. It was truly inappropriate for such a city wall to be associated with a village.

The village's original inhabitants, watching this scene, all wore expressions of involuntary pride, as if they were admiring the naiveté of these slaves.

As Alex, who had chosen to stay in the village to guard the house and maintain the machines out of a fear of death, opened the gates and let them in, the slaves let out a second wave of gasps of amazement.

Thorne, however, had no interest in being amazed. He simply yawned and took a deep breath.

Back in the village, the real work had only just begun. Fortunately, I'm physically strong, and not sleeping for a day or two didn't cause me any major problems.

First, there was Lester's promise to the slaves, which was exactly what he intended to do: to make them free again and allow them to live in the village.

This point cannot be changed, so Thorne chose to burn the indentures to ashes. After all, strictly speaking, if these contracts are not registered with the administrative authorities, they are invalid. However, most slaves do not know this, and slave traders and other superiors do not tell them this, thus avoiding unnecessary management costs.

In theory, if these slaves had killed the slave traders last night, destroyed their indentures, and run away, no one could prove they weren't free citizens.

Overall, I've had some good luck.

The slaves—no, the villagers—were quite surprised to see this. After all, more than forty slaves were a considerable fortune anywhere, and even if they weren't sold, they would definitely be better than ordinary villagers at work.

What lord would refuse to eat less and work more?

Hmm... at least they hadn't seen it before, but now they have, instantly changing their status from slaves to free citizens? While they have to admit that this is absolutely good news for themselves, for the lord in front of them, it seems like a problem.

Well, this is where the real problem lies for Thorne, since the free people are free. So how can he get these free people to willingly stay in this ordinary little village instead of going to other big cities?

Hmm, so let's stick to using strong and effective welfare benefits.

He first had Lester lead three original villagers, then the new villagers, in groups of ten, each led by one person, went to the other side of the river to plant a crop of wheat. Of course, there was also carrot and potato as well.

Who knows what these new villagers are thinking? Anyway, Lester, who was walking in front, bent over and sowing seeds while listening to the gasps of amazement and disbelief coming from behind him, was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He turned around and saw the villagers' utterly comical expressions, then he straightened his face again, as if he were in a slave shop: "Are you here to farm or to practice your singing?"

In an instant, the new villagers all realized what was happening and quickly began to speed up their planting. However, the exclamations continued unabated.

With nearly forty more people suddenly appearing in the village, Thorne generously expanded the farmland across the river by almost three times. They certainly wouldn't go hungry, a fact confirmed at lunchtime.

It must be said that Alex's cooking skills are the most refreshing and unconventional that Thorne has ever seen; she cooks with a scientific and enterprising spirit.

First, he instructed the villagers to knead the flour into dough. Then, he instructed them to steam various diced radishes or potatoes into a puree, knead it into the dough, and finally add white sugar and a little salt before baking it in the oven.

It's not that it tastes bad, it's just that Thorne doesn't particularly like cooked carrots.

Thorne was a picky eater, but everyone else wolfed down their food and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Now, the new villagers realized that Lester's promise of all-you-can-eat bread wasn't just empty talk. So much so that they didn't even ask about housing before cheering and joining the village.

The Sohn and the original villagers naturally had no objections to this.

With the promise of eating bread now fulfilled, it's time to make a warm, decent, and draft-free house a regular part of our lives.

Of course, this is Thorne's job. He might choose to build the house modularly, making the floors, walls, and roof, and then assembling them into a complete house.

Of course, in that case, all the buildings in the village would have to be modularized, the old houses that had been repaired would have to be demolished, and perhaps even the city walls would have to be demolished. After all, the original city walls were built for a small village of 11 people. Although 50 people could live there, it would be too crowded.

Fortunately, the population has increased, and the construction of the city wall is progressing faster than before. It shouldn't be a difficult problem.

Just as Thorne was pondering those distant, big questions, Leters suddenly leaned over and asked a small question that was right in front of him.

"My lord, would you like to name the village?"