Over the next three days, Nalant spent his days cultivating Battle Qi and his nights practicing magic.
The territory was especially lively these days, naturally because of the heated beds.
By now, every serf in the territory knew of the heated beds their lord had created specifically to help them survive the winter.
The warmth of these heated beds was something none of the serfs had ever experienced before.
As long as they spread a thick layer of straw over them, lay down on top, and covered themselves with a thin linen quilt, they could stay warm all night.
More importantly, these heated beds used very little firewood.
They only needed to be heated for an hour, and their warmth would last the entire night.
Unlike the fires of the past, which lost all warmth the instant they went out, this was practically a life-saving treasure to the serfs.
With the craftsmen of the territory mobilized, and the serfs themselves pitching in with all their strength, heated beds began to be built in one thatched cottage after another.
Once these heated beds had been completed, the serfs did not forget who had bestowed this gift upon them.
Before lighting them for the first time, every serf brought their entire family to kneel outside their homes facing the castle, then shouted three times, "The lord is merciful! Thank you for your gift, my lord!"
Thus, Nalant's prestige as lord of Storm Territory reached an unprecedented peak over these past days.
Whether they were the original inhabitants or serfs who had only recently been captured, all were deeply grateful to their lord.
They had now firmly etched into their hearts that it was this lord who had ensured they would neither go hungry nor freeze in winter.
That morning, Nalant finished breakfast