Whenever she thought of the Church, her expression grew even more grave. Unless the Holy Light Church was destroyed, Frost Wolf Ridge would never be truly safe.
"And those craftsmen, let them teach at the school too," David continued instructing Reina.
He proposed these ideas based on his prior life's experiences; for true governance, Princess Jingge Reina was much more adept.
Reina agreed to it all, pondering how to better implement the policies. This wasn't something that could be expressed in a few simple words.
"Reina, it's time to cultivate," David checked the time and said.
Work is work, cultivation is cultivation. He always kept a clear distinction between the two. No matter how busy he was, cultivation could not be neglected, as it concerned his strength.
"Understood."
Reina smiled and nodded, placing both hands on the desk.
...
The first batch of wheat planted at Frost Wolf Ridge finally reached harvest day.
