For Elina, who often frequented this place, this situation was absolutely unimaginable.
She knew very well that Lakeside Town, under the control of the church, had never cared about the lives of the poor. They were only concerned with annual taxes and capital. The only reason they allowed the poor to remain in Lakeside Town was to use the population count to apply for more funding from above.
But today, everything had changed. It felt like a scene straight out of magical realism!
Lynn, lying on a rocking chair, glanced at the selected works of the King of Secret Source in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. He said nothing more.
"Let's go take a look," Lynn stood up, smiling as he put the book away. "Let's see what they're up to."
……
At the square of Lakeside Town, the crowd was bustling.
The church had set up dozens of simple wooden sheds in the square, and with the soldiers maintaining order, everything appeared to be well-organized.
Some sheds were distributing food, cotton clothes, and daily necessities to the people.
Others had stationed many priests and doctors, providing free medical care to the poor who were seriously ill or injured.
Not far away, the bulletin board was surrounded by people in tattered clothes.
A freshly inked announcement was posted on it.
Since many of the poor were illiterate, two knights were stationed beside the board to read the announcement aloud to the crowd.
The main points were as follows:
1. Taxes would be significantly reduced, and all unnecessary levies would be abolished.
2. Everyone in Lakeside Town could register for free medical care, and those with serious illnesses or disabilities could apply to enter a sanatorium after registration.
3. The church would fund the renovation of the slums and provide subsidies.
4. The church would gradually open up job opportunities in various fields, offering wages, food, shelter, and free medical benefits.
And so on.
The announcement listed dozens of new regulations in great detail.
Many of the commoners felt as if they were dreaming after hearing it.
No!
Even in their dreams, they had never dared to imagine such things.
And now, it was happening in reality.
"By the grace of the gods! Is this heaven's mercy upon us?!"
"Could the noble lords really be so kind? Wages, food, shelter… this… this must be a joke!"
Many still couldn't believe it, their faces filled with astonishment.
In their long-held beliefs, this was nothing short of a fairy tale.
On the square, Nanako stared in shock at the scene before her. She even recognized many of the people she had helped the night before.
"This… this…"
Her mind was buzzing, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.
Lynn walked up to her with a smile, crossing his arms as he said, "It seems the church has had a change of heart, Master."
[Many things can't be solved with money alone. I know you meant well by helping them, Master, but without a proper system in place, the gold coins you gave them would only bring them misfortune.]
[But now, there’s no problem. Although some underhanded methods were used, at least for a long time to come, this town will be a much better place.]
[Reforms and policies need to be implemented gradually. While it’s impossible to completely overturn the centuries-old system of oppression, at least it gives people hope, doesn’t it?]
Lynn’s lips curled into a smile.
Nanako listened in a daze to her disciple’s thoughts.
For some reason, she suddenly felt her eyes sting, as if something was churning deep within her heart.
So… he knew all along…
She lowered her head, her nose tingling as she struggled to hold back the tears.
What a… what a wicked disciple he was…
He had known all along about the foolish things Nanako had done, had secretly followed her last night,
and pretended not to know anything.
And then he quietly took care of everything on his own…
Plop—plop—
Tears fell to the ground.
"Lady Nanako, why… why are you crying?"
Elina looked at Nanako with confusion and surprise.
Nanako rubbed her eyes vigorously, then shook her head, her ponytail swaying.
She looked up, her tear-stained face breaking into a pure and radiant smile.
"Because Nanako is really, really happy."
A gust of wind blew by.
The willow catkins scattered in the air, creating a dazzling spectacle.
……
Clip-clop—clip-clop—
The sound of hooves echoed as a carriage raced down the road toward the nearest Silver City.
Inside the spacious carriage, Elina and the other girls covered their mouths, their eyes filled with amusement as they looked at Lynn sitting across from them.
Lynn, on the other hand, looked extremely awkward, his body stiff as he dared not move.
Hanging from him was Nanako’s small figure, her eyes closed, her tiny nose gently rising and falling as she breathed evenly. Her lips parted slightly as she slept.
One of her small hands clutched the front of Lynn’s shirt, while the other held his wrist. She nestled comfortably in his arms, her sleeping face adorably peaceful.
But Lynn was utterly embarrassed.
Especially with three girls sitting across from him, their faces filled with knowing smiles, he felt even more uncomfortable.
"Mr. Lynn, you mustn’t move around, or Lady Nanako might wake up," one of the girls teased.
Lynn coughed awkwardly. "I won’t, I won’t."
The girls all covered their mouths, their eyes filled with envy.
Ever since the church had announced the new policies that morning and began distributing food and clothing to the slums, they had enthusiastically volunteered to help.
And Lady Nanako had been the most active and passionate among them.
Throughout the entire day, Nanako’s face had been radiant with joy as she tirelessly helped those who were too injured or sick to collect their supplies.
It wasn’t until evening that she finally stopped.
And after that, she had fallen asleep, exhausted, in Lynn’s arms.
Which led to the current situation.
Elina smiled warmly.
She could see how happy Lady Nanako had been today, and there was something different about her relationship with Mr. Lynn, something that hadn’t been there before.
The sound of hooves continued.
Nanako slept soundly, her eyes closed. It seemed as if she was having a dream, her brows slightly furrowing.
Unconsciously, she let go of Lynn’s wrist.
Then she hugged his chest tightly, burying her face in it, her breathing steadying once more.
Her expression was peaceful and relaxed.
"Disciple is… the worst, worst villain in the world…"
Her soft murmur reached their ears.
Hearing this, Elina and the others covered their mouths, trying hard not to laugh.
"Mr. Lynn, did you do something very, very bad to Lady Nanako?" one of the girls teased.
Lynn retorted, "I did no such thing! Don’t make baseless accusations!"
The girls all giggled, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
Lynn looked down awkwardly at the little master sleeping peacefully in his arms.
[What on earth happened?]
[Why is my little master acting so strange today? Did she find out about what I did last night?]
[That shouldn’t be possible. I acted alone. How could she know?]
[Then what’s the reason?]
Lynn was utterly confused.
[And… little blue-haired master, if you want to sleep in my arms, we can do that when we get back. Any position is fine! (Frustrated) But there are people here now, people!]
[Think about the image, the image!]
……
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
