The ceremony reached its climax when Russell announced that Windmill Mill would grind flour for free for one month, and afterward would charge the same price as the town's mills, without any extra milling fees.
The serfs offered endless thanks and praised Lord Master.
At that moment, Russell stood before a second-floor window of Windmill Mill, smiling as he quietly watched the cheering crowd below.
He felt many emotions.
For these serfs, who spent all year digging food from the soil and still had to hand over most of the land's output, merely one month of free flour grinding was enough to make them weep with joy. It showed that happiness in life was not difficult to attain.
What was difficult was maintaining that happiness, because once people were satisfied, they always developed new dissatisfactions.
The serfs were happy at this moment, but as time passed and everyone grew accustomed to Windmill Mill, perhaps they would no longer feel the happiness they felt now.
Of course, that was a matter for the future.
At least for now, Russell drew a great deal of accomplishment and satisfaction from the happy smiles on the serfs' faces.
"No matter what, since I am the lord, I must develop the territory properly and let my people live good lives." Russell turned and headed downstairs, with the officials following behind him. The opening ceremony of Windmill Mill thus came to an end.
The serfs also gradually dispersed.
Some serfs who had not had time to grind their flour eagerly went home to carry back wheat, beginning to enjoy the free milling service.
Meanwhile, Russell and his group had already gone to Magic Potion Tunic. They were not there to inspect the growth of the Magic Potion Field. In truth, magic potions were merely a special