The original inhabitants had migrated to the new territory and were settled in newly built semi-underground dwellings.
The space here was small, even a bit cramped, but it was warm and safe. Compared to the lifeless wasteland, it was like a different world.
They even had two als a day, hot porridge with black bread, enough to fill their stomachs, and it tasted good. This was the best life they could imagine.
On the first night, a thin old man handed over a bowl of hot soup. The newcor carefully took it, his hands still trembling slightly.
“Tha-thank you—”
“Don’t thank .” The old man grinned, revealing several missing teeth. “Actually, we just moved here not long ago. Everyone in this territory survived because of Lord Louis.”
The man flinched, lowered his head, and looked at the hot soup in his palm: “He doesn’t know us, yet he was willing to save us.”
“Lord Louis never asks who you are,” the old man said gently. “He only cares if you can survive.”
The room fell silent for a mont, then soft sobs could be heard, and soone secretly wiped the corner of their eye.
“This isn’t a camp,” he whispered, “it’s heaven.”
They had never imagined that soone would be willing to reach out to them, who were living in hell.
And that na, Louis Calvin, was deeply etched in everyone’s heart.
After resolving the ss with Mckinney, Louis’s life returned to peace.
As winter officially arrived, even the lord’s work beca scarcer by the day.
Snow blocked mountain roads, rivers froze, and even the infighting among nobles ceased.
Even the content refreshed by the Daily Intelligence System, eight out of ten entries were trivial matters like “whose horse kicked whose door” or “the warehouse mice learned new tricks.”
Although life in the frost and snow was indeed difficult, he had made ample preparations in advance, so there were no difficulties at all.
Bradley, as the old butler, managed all daily affairs of the territory exceptionally well, and most problems didn’t even require Louis’s direct involvent.
So, during this period, Louis mainly focused on two things:
The first thing was cultivation. Now, he was cultivating both battle qi and magic!
Leaving aside other things, cultivating both battle qi and magic, while sounding impressive, was actually a grueling double life.
It was like working all day and then coming ho to painstakingly write, serving the kind readers.
Louis himself knew that his original talent in battle qi was only average to below average.
If he cultivated at a normal pace, it would conservatively take at least three to four years to reach the threshold of an Interdiate Elite Knight.
But now, in just two or three months, he had already stepped into the threshold of an Interdiate Elite Knight.
All thanks to the gall of the Ice Vein Giant Serpent from before.
It was the kind of top-grade tonic that, if consud, was equivalent to being reborn.
Louis drank a pot of serpent gall soup every day without fail for half a month.
Although the taste... was barely palatable.
However, the effects of clearing blood impurities, strengthening the physique, and improving battle qi perception were almost imdiate.
At this rate, Louis would be an Interdiate Elite Knight in less than two months.
That past cultivation thod of “grinding it out purely with willpower” truly made one’s scalp tingle just thinking about it.
And now?
He only needed to drink soup daily and do so basic exercises, and his cultivation would visibly increase.
Grateful for the great contribution made by Brother Serpent!
As for magic cultivation, that was a bit different.
He naturally cultivated the Original ditation Technique that Loken Grand Mage had poured into his mind.
Sitting in ditation every day to gather magic power wasn't too difficult; in fact, it felt quite smooth.
But the problem was that he didn't know any mages, had no knowledge of magic, and didn't even know his cultivation progress.
Without guidance and no textbooks to read, he was completely ignorant of even “what spells a magic beginner should know.”
As for “whether his talent was good,” “whether his magic power was gathering well,” or “how powerful this ditation technique truly was,” he had no ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) concept whatsoever.
He was simply imitating the ditation technique that the black-haired youth in his mory practiced.
His magic cultivation process was like pouring buckets of water into a black well.
Was it full? He didn’t know.
Was there anything at the bottom of the well? He didn’t know either.
So, he could only sit in his room, concentrating on ditation, accumulating magic power while secretly praying in his heart:
“If only a wild mage could fall near my Red Tide Territory... whether old or young, as long as they’re alive, it would be great.”
As for the second thing—it could also be considered dual cultivation.
Louis and Sif were both young and full of vigor. After their first taste of intimacy, their forr shyness had long been cast aside.
Like dry wood and raging fire, once ignited, it couldn’t be stopped.
Sif never refused, and sotis even took the initiative. When she curled up in his arms at night, her blue eyes always seed to carry a hint of deliberate provocation and clinging affection.
A slight glance was enough to make one restless.
So, late at night, outside the wooden walls, no sound could be heard except the crackling of the stove fire and so regular breathing and soft murmurs.
They never spoke of anything explicitly.
There were no promises, no plans for the future.
She knew her place, and Louis never proactively asked.
But it was like an unspoken understanding, neither of them actively avoided that step.
Yet, on a winter night, she once said to him with her back turned: “If we have children—rember not to let them work too hard.”
Louis paused, then gently reached out and held her: “They won’t. They’ll have a stable ho.”
Winter was slowly receding.
It was late winter, and the footsteps of spring could already be faintly heard in the distance.
When Louis awoke from his bed, it was just dawn, and the light outside the window was still grayish-blue.
He turned his head and saw Sif lying quietly beside him, her breathing steady, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
He reached out a finger and gently poked her cheek.
“Mmm—” Sif mumbled, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn’t wake up. She just turned her face slightly towards him,
like a small beast seeking warmth in its sleep.
Her silver-white short hair lay on the pillow, making her cool face appear with a soft blush.
Her eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her pale face.
And her figure, though still that of a lean and agile warrior, had subtly gained more curves.
Areas that were too slender had softened, and a healthy tension filled the space between her bones and skin.
After an entire winter of companionship and comfort, both ntally and physically, her aura gradually beca gentle and llow.
Louis blinked, a slight smile in his heart.
She was excessively beautiful.
He didn’t disturb her further, just carefully pulled out his arm, sat up, and waved his hand.
A translucent light screen appeared before him, with several lines of text rapidly jumping on the panel.
【Daily Intelligence Update Complete】
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