After all, in previous years, never mind eating meat—even with hard work farming and laboring, they might not have had enough to eat every day.
Thus, everyone now treated their lord with the utmost respect, terrified of violating the territory's laws or offending their lord and losing all of this.
Of course, there was another important reason: when Nalant distributed food to them, he did so week by week.
This was mainly to prevent anyone from being dishonest, causing trouble or running away after receiving food.
As Nalant rode on White Dragon's back and nodded to the crowd, his gaze continually swept across the serfs.
Although frost and ice could now be seen in the territory's mornings, the serfs were still wearing the linen tunics from some time ago, with no sign that their clothing had become thicker or more plentiful.
Seeing this, Nalant could not help asking Big Stone beside him, "Big Stone, what do you barbarians wear during the winter?"
"Reporting to my lord, we used to wear animal pelts. When winter came, we would simply put on a few more layers. But after following you this year, we can add linen clothes beneath the furs, so it should definitely be more comfortable and warmer!" Big Stone thought for a moment before answering with a foolish grin.
Nalant nodded and continued onward. Sure enough, whenever they passed a barbarian, he saw clothing sewn from animal hides used to ward off the cold.
In contrast, the frail, thin ordinary serfs had only their linen tunics.
Only then did Nalant begin to worry, understanding why the system had issued this task.
Judging by the situation, he did not know whether the serfs could safely survive the winter.
Still, he planned to complete the task first.
So, accompanied by his guards,