All the grains were sorted and then transported to the granary. It was obvious that even though these people were already prepared to survive the winter, as soon as they heard that cleaning the lord's mansion and selling wooden boards, nails, and ropes to the lord could get them bread and even meat, everyone rushed to our mansion, desperately looking for work. The once dilapidated lord's estate was completely cleaned and repaired in just one day, with the floors, stairs, and even the roof being renovated.

After the lord's mansion was repaired, I noticed that many people were still not satisfied. They quickly expressed that not only could they do this kind of work, but they could also sell precious items and engage in combat with nearby monsters in exchange for extra grain. Each person could receive 300 bushels of grain per day even if they didn't work.

I calculated that even when spring comes, there would still be plenty of things left in the granary. The most important thing is that the market has finally started to recover and regain order. Those who have surplus grain tickets can use them to purchase the things they need, such as clothes and handicrafts. It is precisely because of this that people have started selling goods in the market, even if it's just firewood and some insignificant items for now. But I know that for a town, the beginning of trade is like the blood starting to flow, indicating that the town is finally becoming lively and full of life.

However, for this town, the things traded for now are still of low value and too few. Such transactions are just a small fuss within a small town, which is definitely not what I want.

In the evening, Lia happily looked at the newly renovated hall and embraced my arm, saying, "Daddy, daddy, it's all cleaned up! It was so fast, uncle and auntie were really quick!"

I nodded and smiled, rubbing Lia's head and saying, "Of course, this is their job. If they don't take care of it, there won't be any food. They understand that, which is why they were so anxious. From now on, we don't have to worry about firewood and food anymore. And the house has been taken care of. After this, Lia can live here peacefully."

"Yes!"

Lia nodded happily. At this moment, Vilvy had already pushed open the door and walked into the house. Then she turned around and looked at me, expressionless, saying, "I'm hungry, come back and cook."

"Ah... Oh... okay... ah!!"

I just agreed, but my daughter tightly pinched my waist, causing me to yell in pain. When I looked at Lia, I found her angrily staring at Vilvy. Vilvy clearly noticed Lia's gaze. She looked at Lia, her eyes somewhat shocked. After all, Lia not only didn't talk to her or be with her, but she never even looked at her. But now she was able to look at her, even if it was filled with anger. This was a rare treatment for Vilvy.

However, Vilvy looked at me, and I didn't know what she wanted to do. But I still walked past her. Just at that moment, Vilvy suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand.

"Ah!"

"Ah! Ah!!"

Both Lia and I exclaimed, but I was puzzled while Lia was frightened. Vilvy looked at me, then looked at Lia. Lia looked at me with panic and fear, even a hint of hatred in her eyes, and then she shouted at me, "Daddy!! Let go!!"

"No... Lia... it's not me..."

I was at a loss for words. I knew why Lia was angry, but I really had no way to explain. It wasn't me holding Vilvy's hand. Vilvy was the one holding mine. She tightly squeezed my hand, curiously examining it in front of her face, and then looked at Lia. Suddenly, she pressed my hand against her face.

"Ah!!"

Lia let out a despairing scream, like a small dog that had its tail stepped on, crying out in pain. I was trembling with fear. It's not that I was worried about what Vilvy would do to me, but I was worried about what Lia would do to me at night. My neck was still covered in strawberry marks!

Vilvy looked at me expressionlessly. My hand gently pressed against her face, feeling the coldness and softness of Vilvy's skin. My hand was held by her, but I didn't feel any tenderness or warmth from the opposite sex. Rather, I only felt her determination, like that of a warrior. Vilvy's palm was not soft. It even had calluses from battles and skills. Her hand held mine with such strength that it was impossible for me to break free. I also wanted to pull my hand away, but it was impossible.Vilvy looked at Lia earnestly, not saying a word. Lia looked at me with a pitiful gaze, like a wounded little animal. But I couldn't do anything. I also wanted to withdraw my hand, but Vilvy's strength was too strong. She had no intention of letting go of my hand and continued to gaze at Lia. She even took a step closer to me and pressed against me.

Lia let out a howl, despairingly looking at us, then fearfully at Vilvy. Vilvy looked at Lia seriously, not moving a muscle. Lia looked at Vilvy, clenching her fists tightly and trembling, afraid and bowing her head, ready to run away at any moment.

"What are you going to do, Vilvy..."

"Shut up."

Before I could finish my sentence, Vilvy directly told me to shut up. She continued to stare at Lia in silence. I had no idea what these two were doing, nor did I understand the significance of Vilvy's actions. At that moment, Lia finally lifted her head and looked at Vilvy. There were tears of fear in her eyes. She looked at Vilvy, trembling, and slowly opened her mouth. First, she moved her mouth silently, then managed to squeeze out a few unclear words. Vilvy did not rush and continued to watch Lia, waiting.

"Please...please...please..."

Lia averted her gaze, looking at her own feet, and continued in a soft voice, "Please...please...let go...of my...dad..."

"Hmm?"

Vilvy seemed very satisfied. I noticed a twitch in her facial muscles, as if she was about to smile. But she still looked at Lia, trembling at the corners of her mouth. However, she eventually loosened her grip on me, pushed me towards Lia, and turned towards the house behind her. Then she abruptly closed the door, leaving me staring blankly at Lia in front of me, who was sitting on the ground.

I ran to Lia's side and hugged her tightly. Lia sobbed and threw herself onto my shoulder, pounding my shoulder hard. She cried out, "You idiot! You idiot! Why did you do this! Why did you let me do this! I told you not to get close to that woman, why do you always let her catch you! I don't want...I don't want to see dad with that woman...I'm so scared...Lia...Lia..."

I held Lia tightly in my arms, gently patting her back and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay, Lia. Don't be afraid. Dad will take you away from here later, remember? Dad promised you yesterday that he would take you away from here. Don't be afraid."

"I just want dad...I just want dad...I have nothing left, that woman took everything from me, I only have dad..."

Lia clung tightly to my shoulder, crying loudly in my ear.

I held Lia in my arms and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Lia. Honestly, there's nothing worth remembering about your previous life. It's Vilvy who helped you break free from the past prison. Now, this is your real life, so enjoy it. Even though Vilvy is here, I promise I will take care of you forever."

"Okay...okay..."

Meanwhile, Vilvy behind the closed door gently looked at her own hand. In her eyes, there was a mixture of envy and curiosity. She clenched her fist lightly, seemingly trying to preserve the residual warmth. Then she touched her face and turned to look at the closed door. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and pressed her hand against the door.

A knight has never shaken hands with anyone.

A knight's hands are always occupied with sword blades and reins. Handshakes among the members of the Brave Squad must have been during climbing, and other than that, a knight has never had any physical contact with anyone. On the battlefield, when they saw a woman covered in thick, sticky monster fluid, gradually approaching with a weapon they didn't know where she got it from, even if her armor indicated that she was one of their own, all the soldiers were terrified and dared not approach.The hero turned the tide of the battle, but the subsequent heroes were not as cool as they were in the stories. The hero knew how disgusting the flesh and blood of monsters were and how the sticky blood would rot on their own bodies. Their eyes would be filled with blood, making everything appear blurry. They walked back to the camp like walking corpses, took a bath, ate something, slept, and then went back to the battlefield again, moving forward once more.

Everyone looked up at the hero from a distance, but no one wanted to approach the hand holding the sword tightly.

The hero was somewhat surprised; it was her first time experiencing this.

It turned out that humans were different from monsters. Human hands were surprisingly warm.

And as long as she approached that man, Lia would approach her too. Lia would talk to her.

At that moment, Vilvy suddenly understood how to have a good relationship with Lia...