Suddenly entrusted with a heavy responsibility, Joan looked at the crowd before her, all staring at her.
Then she looked at the villagers of her hometown, the place where she had grown up.
Almost everyone's eyes were filled with pity and a mixture of pleading.
Completely different from the scolding and humiliation she was used to.
They were awaiting her judgment.
She felt a bit timid.
But at that moment, Ning Cuo's words echoed in her mind.
What would Lord Ning Cuo do in this situation?
Just mentioning that man seemed to give Joan endless courage.
She took a deep breath, her gaze firming.
“Lord Ning Cuo has entrusted me with this, so I will take full responsibility.”
“Each area will be assigned to a village, everyone must diligently fulfill their duty and complete it on time. As long as you meet the requirements, you will receive Lord Ning Cuo’s rewards.”
Her tone was light, Joan almost wanted to cry.
Is this happiness?
The bullying and suffering of the past seemed to have disappeared.
She almost wanted to shed tears.
At that moment, Thor stood out, his tall frame complemented by his full armor.
He was also quite perceptive, standing behind Joan.
He emphasized that she was the leader of the entire territory's restoration.
Ning Cuo was the symbol of authority.
Thor was the reliance of strength.
If anyone dared to say another word.
Then death would be the only thing awaiting them.
Under the combined pressure of various methods, all the villagers instantly submitted.
“Yes, Lady Joan!”
“Lady, what place were we assigned to?”
“Yeah, yeah, I can’t wait to contribute to the Lord’s efforts!”
“You call that contributing? I’m embarrassed to expose you!”
Villagers from several larger villages all stood up, necks stiff.
They waved various farm tools in their hands.
It was all work, but naturally, there were differences in the land. The effort needed to dig up flat plains and dig up mountainous rocks was not the same.
Moreover, the responsibility was assigned to each village.
If the work wasn't done well, or something went wrong, you could easily find the responsible village by looking at which land they were assigned to.
The villagers were about to fight.
Thor snorted, pulled out his heavy double-edged sword, and slammed it on the ground.
A huge stone instantly shattered into pieces.
Seeing this, all the villagers immediately calmed down.
After all, they were too familiar with it; they knew Joan's downfall very well.
Still, some people couldn't figure out the situation.
Thor's exposed muscles perfectly explained the consequences of disobedience.
He gave Joan a glance.
Joan nodded gratefully, took out a pre-prepared document outlining the division of responsibility from a small bag.
To be honest, anyone who could speak could handle this task.
Ning Cuo was just trying to cultivate Joan's confidence.
He wanted the Saint Joan, not a vase Joan.
In this cruel age, even the most beautiful face was not as reliable as strength.
“Now, according to the places I mention, those whose names are called will go with the village head to build. If anyone has any objections, they can talk to my brother Thor behind me. As long as you can convince him, the location can be changed.”
After these words, everyone's faces turned bitter.
A nearly two-meter-tall strong man, wielding a double-edged sword, could shatter rocks with a single swing.
He was also a great knight.
These ordinary civilians going to talk to him about their opinions, wasn't that like seeking death?
Joan's clear voice echoed constantly at the camp entrance.
Some village heads heard this, cheered with their villagers, and were happy with the good places assigned to them.
Some village heads also had bitter faces, looking at the distant area of broken stones, which obviously required a lot of effort.
Some particularly clever ones even knew how to unite.
Several villages gathered together, sharing manpower and resources, to work together on construction.
They hoped to demonstrate their abilities to the Lord and rise in the ranks.
The moment they wielded their tools.
The mechanical voice in Ning Cuo's mind echoed again.
【Congratulations, host, for achieving the feat: A small step in territorial development.】
【Reward obtained: Joan's Divine Bloodline Awakening】
It's finally begun.
Ning Cuo lay in his tent, opened his eyes, and propped his head up with one hand.
He looked at the situation outside.
The camp wasn't big, guards stood on both sides of the entrance.
But he could clearly see Joan holding a cross, constantly speaking to the crowd.
In the past, many people thought Joan was just relying on her beauty to climb high.
But when she actually exercised her power, these people became reverent.
Even when she returned, everyone cheered and sent her off.
He rolled over and got out of bed, slowly walking out of the tent.
Thor, incredibly loyal, popped up from somewhere.
He held his weapon and followed behind.
Although the camp had houses that could be lived in, these soldiers didn't think about comfort at all.
As long as they could block the wind and rain and put a bed down, it was a good house.
The whole area had almost no planning.
It was just built piecemeal around the central tent, east and west.
It looked chaotic.
“Thor, first find someone to clean up this area where we live.”
As he spoke, Ning Cuo drew a line with his hand in this area.
“First, clear everything in this area for me, turn over the soil, let the sun bake it for a few days, then we'll plant grapes here.”
“Yes, Lord Ning Cuo!”
Thor nodded solemnly, but Joan, who had just followed, was different.
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.
The current season was not suitable for planting grapes. If they wanted to make wine, they should purchase it from merchants.
Moreover, the soil had just been turned over, and without fertilizing, they wouldn’t be able to grow any large grapes.
This was almost ingrained in Joan's mind, from her childhood in a farming family.
Ning Cuo turned his head and saw this, smiled, but didn’t explain.
This was the difference between the two.
Although they both had absolute loyalty to him.
Thor would immediately complete any order given by Ning Cuo, regardless of whether the task was unreasonable, even if he was ordered to swing his sword at the Roman Emperor or even the Pope.
He wouldn't hesitate for a second.
But Joan was primarily someone born and raised in this era, and she had her own experiences from childhood.
She had advantages that others didn't, but she also had limitations of the times.
What he had to do was not explain his intentions to them.
Because he was the lord, and lords didn't need to explain.
Moreover, anything rewarded by the system would grow as long as it was planted.
Then he could also put on a layer of sacred clothes.
Harvest hearts again.
Maximize profits.
This was a three-for-one deal!