Farming, Divine Favor, and News

"Ergons Tervalin has leveled up to 29."

"Some warriors in your troops can now level up."

Ergons dropped the wooden spear in his hand and looked at the naked men lying all over the drying ground. Finally, only he was left standing.

The spectators on the small tables and stools in front of the weighing house, the granary, and the two entrances were cheering loudly for his victory.

Old Adam rang the bronze gong and shouted with joy, "Tervain Village's third martial arts tournament, the winner – our young master Ergons!

Let us cheer and celebrate our young master's third consecutive championship, and also give three cheers for the successful trial operation of Tervain Village's first windmill, which we took three weeks to build!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!" (If you think this cheer is problematic, go watch Peppa Pig. The "Hooray" is a connected sound, with a weakened vowel.)

The women bustled about, carrying away their own men or men they had taken a liking to, their faces filled with unconcealed joy.

Elisa Adena draped a silk-lined fur cloak over young master Ergons, and reminded them, "Remember to come to the drying ground tonight for a bonfire party. These men still have training and work tomorrow, so take it easy!"

"So, Champion Young Master, aren't you going to claim your prize?"

Ergons scooped Elisa up and carried her away, leaving only Old Adam and a few village elders to clean up the site and prepare for the evening's bonfire party.

It had been three weeks since that banquet, and the rare period of peaceful life gave Ergons the opportunity to dedicate himself to the great cause of "farming."

He not only delivered on his promise of a mill but also built a unique windmill on this continent.

He also erected water wheels and canals on the small river that circled the village, which was like a dry ditch during the dry season (similar to those in the TV drama "Old Farmer"), optimizing the irrigation system.

Even Old Adam, who had farmed his entire life, said, "With these canals, we save a lot of manpower, and most importantly, we can irrigate the fields at night.

Plus, the fertilizer made from the corpses of these pirate bastards is more potent than manure. This crop of winter wheat will definitely grow vigorously! Hmm, we'll be able to harvest more grain!"

He also organized the village farmers into production teams, assigning areas and dividing responsibilities, effectively further utilizing their productivity.

He studied the local soil to see if it was kaolin clay and, using techniques he learned on Douyin before his transmigration, developed purple clay pots and pottery basins. To a large extent, this found a new production line for the village to get rich.

Even the System's description of the village now included mentions of waterwheels and windmills, and its specialties were no longer just hides, dates, and dried meat, but also included pottery basins and pottery.

It also fulfilled his lifelong wish of being a class monitor, as he had only been a class monitor for one year in the third grade of elementary school, and after that, he had only been a duty student responsible for sweeping the area and a group leader.

It had been almost two months since his transmigration, and what truly made him feel fulfilled was not having beautiful women, not having dozens of soldiers, and not having the villagers under his command.

Instead, it was becoming the sole hope for these old and young villagers, truly being expected and relied upon, truly being the hope and reliance for all the villagers.

A heavy, burning love and responsibility, something a young man who used to brush Douyin and play Honor of Kings on Earth had never experienced.

So, he became even more driven, wanting to live up to this heavy responsibility, which is why when he leveled up again, he truly invested in Surgery and First Aid.

He had originally intended to save soldiers who suffered fatal injuries in battle, increasing their chances of survival, but he didn't expect an unexpected gain.

After the relief battle, the points he added to First Aid and Surgery during that level-up directly transformed him into a surgeon. Not a crow doctor like those in medieval times who only smeared dung on wounds and bled people for no reason, but a real surgical doctor.

After Ergons performed several procedures, such as assisting a difficult birth with a mother pig and providing postpartum care, setting a child's broken leg, and stitching up Adamson's head wound after it was hit by a roof beam, he couldn't help but sigh.

"If I weren't a lord and a Divine Favor, it would be nice to be a doctor like the protagonist in Dr. Romantic!"

The Mount & Blade system was indeed one that allowed for comprehensive development. Even without considering cheat commands, if he maxed out all the skill points of the system itself, he would become an excellent ruler who was:

Unwavering, powerful with his fists, capable of handling any situation, precise in his attacks, omniscient, indestructible, incredibly fast, a master horseman, capable of fighting on horseback, a plunderer, an excellent teacher, a stalker, a genius, a true Taotie, a skilled physician, a master craftsman, and a great persuader, all rolled into one.

Tsk, a true polymath.

Looking at his attributes, he had leveled up twice in the previous relief battle, adding First Aid and Surgery. After three weeks of practice, he finally reached level 29. His health increased to 96, and he continued to add attribute points to Intelligence, adding two points to Healing, thus completing the three Intelligence-based medical skills.

Attributes: Strength: 17, Agility: 15, Intelligence: 11, Charisma: 6.

Skills: Iron Bones: 1, Power Strike: 2, Power Throw: 1, Riding: 3, Weapon Mastery: 2, Trainer: 2, Tracking: 1, Scouting: 1, Item Management: 2, Healing: 2, First Aid: 2, Surgery: 2, Persuasion: 2.

Proficiencies: One-Handed: 580, Two-Handed: 470, Polearm: 580, Crossbow: 300, Throwing: 300, Firearms: 300.

His gaze shifted to the setting sun in the west. He called out to Elisa, who was exhausted and asleep beside him, to go to the bonfire party, but she mumbled and burrowed deeper into the blankets, refusing to come out.

On the drying ground, as the afterglow of sunset formed a wavy line outlining the eaves of the granary, new light illuminated the joyful faces of the crowd.

"Today, we gather here for two great events, but also for the prosperous life we can enjoy today."

Old Adam stood before the crowd, raising his wine glass and reciting a toast.

"Today, seven soldiers will become knights. The remaining ten soldiers must work hard. This is an important moment. Let the great young master bestow his blessings upon them!"

Among the beaming soldiers, seven stepped forward. They trembled with excitement, as if this moment was the most important in their lives.

Although the title of Knight did not represent a social class, it did represent a hierarchy among the vassals of a Divine Favor.

Ergons also descended the steps and came before the bonfire to bestow his blessings upon the kneeling soldiers.

"I grant you glory, only because you are loyal to me."

With a clang of the gong, golden light emanated from them, shining brighter than the bonfire at that moment.

Everyone was immersed in the divine miracle of the Holy Light when the door of the outer castle of the manor was knocked upon.

"It's me, Ramses Bolton, the Priest. I bring commendations from the Northern Legion for the Sir, replacement soldiers, and news of the Deacon and Baron."