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[ Most of your farmers run away from their farms in fear of the windmill ]

[ One of your farmers bows to the windmill and prays for a big manhood ]

Rowan stared at the messages with a slight frown before hissing and ignoring the notifications.

"Good morning, d-darling," Riela greeted him.

Rowan turned to see that she was already prepared to leave for the village square to teach her students as usual. She was dressed in a long brown gown meant to be casual but couldn\'t hide her sexy figure.

"Good morning, my beautiful and sexy wife. How was your night? Did you sleep well?" he smiled back and greeted her.

"I did," she replied cheerfully.

Rowan noticed that she was extremely cheerful today and couldn\'t help but be curious, so he asked her.

"Ten more women plan to join my class today, and I am very happy about it. Very soon, many of them will join, and we will become a great group to help the village in terms of clothing. It will be of great help to you, Rowan," she replied with all smiles, even doing a little dance and jump to show how excited she was.

Rowan hadn\'t seen her this cheerful before; it was almost like he was looking at a new person. Also, because of the new emotional link between them, Rowan also felt very excited.

"That is a great development, Riela!" Rowan complimented her. "I already knew you were the best choice when I passed that skill book to you," he continued. "I have other skill books and equipment I would like to give you, but I will do that when I obtain enough raw material for you and your apprentices to start working on clothes for the coming rainy season. How does that sound?

Are you up for the task?"

Riela was very happy with his suggestions. Just yesterday, she was thinking about working on the clothes for the coming season, and now Rowan was ready to provide the materials and help, which cheered her up.

"It sounds good, Rowan. Actually, I already planned to start making clothes for everyone to prevent them from falling ill due to the cold. Last year, we lost a few loved ones to the harsh cold; I do not want that to repeat itself this year," she said happily and with determination.

"That is the spirit! I\'ll notify you as soon as I lay my hands on raw materials," Rowan smiled at her.

Her mentality right now was just what he needed and desired from his woman, and he planned to help her evolve as best as he could.

"I\'ll be leaving. I already prepared your breakfast," she said, pointing at the table not so far from the bed.

Rowan stood up from the bed and strolled to her with a smile before planting a kiss on her cheek and tapping her ass a little bit, causing her to let out a soft moan.

"We should do it when we get back~" she let out softly as he felt his grip on her behind.

"Of course we will," Rowan smiled and planted a kiss on her lips before bidding her farewell.

Riela waved back as she left for the village square to begin her task.

Rowan went to shower and rinse his mouth before sitting down to eat.

Brandon and Bryce strolled in while he was eating. Both of them looked really bright and happy, a big contrast from themselves a week ago when they always had serious expressions as they thought about their sole enemy, Glenwood. Now that Glenwood was gone and freedom had returned to the village, their moods naturally improved.

"Greetings, Lord Rowan," both of them greeted him with smiles.

"Good morning, you two," Rowan responded. "Hope you guys had a nice rest?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am as active as a youth right now," Brandon responded.

"We definitely did," Bryce replied and asked, "How has married life been so far?"

"Pretty interesting and fun. Riela is such a beautiful woman with a nice goal; I love her," Rowan responded while recalling their recent conversations.

"Haha, that is great. Ever since I returned, my daughter has been disturbing me to let her go to the village square to attend her classes. She seems to be inspired by Riela so much," Bryce laughed heartily.

"Not just your daughter; almost every young lady in the village wants to be like Riela. Some of them are pretty jealous of her because you married her instead of them," Brandon added.

"Haha, it hasn\'t even been a month since you recovered, and all the ladies in the village are already dying to become your woman. That is supernatural-level charm and luck. If I had that back in my youth, none of the men in the village would have wives because I would have married all of them before they even got the idea of marriage," Bryce laughed.

"It\'s not my fault that I am just so cool and handsome," Rowan replied with a mischievous smirk.

The discussion continued for about five minutes, and they couldn\'t stop laughing and joking with each other.

Brandon even brought up the topic about the windmill and the farmers and mocked their reactions. He told Rowan that if it wasn\'t for him and some of the soldiers who witnessed it firsthand yesterday, the farmers would have returned to their homes out of fear and neglected farming for the day.

Brandon also mocked Bryce; apparently, Bryce was there and tried to attack the windmill with his sword when he saw it.

Bryce became really embarrassed and tried to defend himself, but he only made it worse as Brandon didn\'t give him the chance to redeem himself.

Rowan couldn\'t help but laugh—witnessing the hot-blooded Bryce getting embarrassed was really funny.

On the other hand, Rowan felt really happy that they were able to joke and laugh freely now, unlike in the past. It made him proud of his achievement and realize that true leadership is not about conquering enemies but ensuring the happiness of your people.

Fagin was the total opposite in this case; he was the lord of a really prosperous village, conquered Winterseed, but he never got the support and love of his people. Rowan only conquered his village and gained the support of everyone in less than twenty-four hours.

After the discussion with the two of them and after he was done eating, he left and gathered some of the soldiers at the village square to have a brief meeting.

They started by carrying wood to the north, east, and south borders.

Afterwards, Rowan shared his architectural drawings with Captain Roland, Bryce, Bruce, and Josh and explained them to them. He then gave each of them two hundred men to accompany them as they worked on the construction of the guardhouse.

While they were carrying out constructions, Rowan and Brandon and about fifty soldiers strolled towards the southwestern region where the river was located.

All the soldiers had swords with them to protect themselves. Apparently, the river is within the southern forest, and as usual, there are meant to be monsters lurking around.

Rowan wasn\'t that scared though; he now had F-rank power, which boosted his overall physical strength, and he also possessed pretty powerful skills, and thus taking care of any FF or F-rank monster wouldn\'t be that much of a stress to him.

His plan at the moment was to locate the river and clear the path leading from the village to the river of all sorts of bushes and trees.

Then he would set up the windmill and upgrade it to water irrigation setting; he wondered what structure this new windmill would have, but if it was like the simple ones on Earth, he would need a clear path to connect the hoses from the river to the windmill, then the farms—with this, the farmers would not need to endanger their lives going to the river to fetch water every day.

\'I still haven\'t informed the farmers about this yet. I wonder how they would react when they find out; I hope I can earn some evolution points,\' Rowan thought.

Rowan and the soldiers haven\'t made their way out of the forest when Rowan began to feel something strange happening to him causing him to frown.

[ Your Wife is experiencing deep pain ]

[ Your Wife gasps and struggles for breath ]

[ Your Wife has lost consciousness ]

"What the heck!" Rowan eyes widened immediately.

"Wait for me here, I will be back very soon." He told his soldiers and began sprinting at an astonishing speed.

The soldiers looked at him with confusion as he hurried towards his wife.