It was the eighth day since the Undead had come to Star Dragon Ridge.
Early in the morning.
Lind left his room and proceeded with his usual patrol.
The women and children, whose lives had notably improved, stood at their job posts, but unlike Lind's previous instructions, they were not just standing there killing time; they were also learning to do some work.
Working in the vegetable garden, cleaning the tavern, organizing the warehouse, and handling ingredients in the kitchen, among other tasks.
Even if the Undead vanished, the pace of life at Star Dragon Ridge had already stabilized, and the impact would not be too significant.
"Lord!" Two boys, seeing Lind, bowed in imitation of the Soldiers.
Lind nodded slightly, "Well done!"
"Hehe!" The two lads ran off happily; in their eyes, the Lord was the mightiest.
He did not go to see Old Pete but entered the tavern instead.
If you ask whether Old Pete's cooking was good, it was undoubtedly excellent!
