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Chapter 154 Black Stockings and Bodycon Skirt
Back in the study.
Richard sat down at the pine desk, flipped through the stack of reports Wendy had just brought, and found the serf work points statistics table to examine.
A gentle breeze from outside the window carried the heat of early summer, making the papers on the table rustle.
He casually pressed it on.
But my thoughts drifted away.
Sending Betty to Frostfowl with the group was a last resort.
The three professions of Celestial Diva, Flower-Speaking Swordswoman, and Enchanting Dancer cannot be changed by non-females.
The Chiffon Army was made up entirely of rough, old men; there were hardly any female warriors, not even a female mosquito.
So we can only let her temporarily assist with the escort mission and give everyone some buffs.
but.
In the future, if there are large-scale battles, it will definitely be unrealistic to rely on her alone.
Putting aside the fact that the buff coverage wasn't enough, Richard simply couldn't bear to send her to the battlefield.
So...
To fill the gap in military personnel for the legion, such as the Heavenly Singer, the only option is to find women from the reserves to transfer to that position.
Among the first batch of twenty militia members formed, six were women...
Oh...
wrong.
Kelsarina was purged, leaving five female militia members; they should be prioritized now.
He specifically recruited female serfs into the militia, partly because he didn't want to miss out on top-tier extraordinary talents like Celia.
Secondly, the existence of gender-specific professions was anticipated, and now they come in handy, increasing the female strength of the legion.
Five isn't enough.
Although the militia has been expanded a bit, more than a dozen Qifeng citizens who wanted to join the army have been added.
They were all strong young men, either Im's cousin or Karl's nephew.
Thinking of them.
Richard smiled.
One by one, they were all clamoring to join the Chiffon Legion and become official soldiers.
Unfortunately...
Karl was very demanding of them; he would never agree to let them join the legion without a long period of formal military training.
They used to go easy on them during training, but now that the Life Apostle is backing them up, they'll probably treat them like punching bags.
They might even be thrown into the mines to be the first to face the monsters' fangs and experience the taste of life and death.
Richard's meaning was simple: as long as no one died, he could do whatever he wanted.
Since they are all family members of the Nine Guards of Qifeng, Karl knows better than anyone how to handle the situation.
...
but...
The shortage of female reserves has not yet been filled.
The only option left was to assign them directly from among the female serfs, just like before.
Explain it to them clearly: once they join the reserve force and train diligently for a period of time, they can transition into extraordinary professions.
Moreover, they don't have to rush to the front lines and can enjoy the extravagant treatment of the legion, which might attract a group of female serfs who want to change their fate.
When it comes to joining the army, personal will is extremely important. Even if it's a support role, Richard definitely doesn't want to be a mediocre soldier.
To avoid affecting the morale of the entire army, which would be counterproductive.
Of the original one hundred serfs, only six women dared to fight, and no more.
We need to get Karl to keep an eye on the five hundred serfs who will join later, and see if there are any outstanding women among them.
...
Having figured this out, Richard turned his attention back to the reports on the table.
The total number of Qifeng serfs is now 524.
The Snow Rabbit Clan has 35 members.
Of the first batch of one hundred serfs, more than eighty managed to get special posts, and the remaining fifteen are probably about the same.
Looking at the militia, it was about as he had estimated; their work points would soon be enough for them to be promoted to free citizens.
Now everyone was just a few points short, so with a stroke of his pen, he made up for everyone's missing points.
Finally, write the reason for the reward in the reward section...
—This lord finds them pleasing to the eye and will reward them!
...
After finishing writing, he threw the pen away.
He was particularly pleased with himself for handling another territory matter, and he was sure he was cut out to be a lord!
Stretch.
Looking up at the windowsill, he saw Wendy watering the flowers on the windowsill while he was waiting for her to approve the reports.
These past few days, she's been eating Iridium food every meal and has also changed jobs, which has greatly boosted her energy and spirit. Like a dried flower that's been soaked in water, she's slowly unfolding.
The fear between her brows lessened, and she regained some of her former gentle and serene demeanor.
Richard had previously told her to throw away those faded coarse linen clothes and put on a beautiful new long dress made by the artisans.
At first, she was hesitant and reluctant, saying that she was used to wearing coarse cloth clothes and felt comfortable and at ease.
Richard said that as the chief minister, she should dress up, otherwise it would damage Chiffon's image, so she obediently changed into it.
Unfortunately, she refused to wear the professional office lady outfit that was specially prepared for her—a bodycon mini skirt and black stockings.
Richard had no choice but to pick out a few elegant and dignified dresses for her.
The plain fabric and simple design accentuated her slender figure and delicate features, giving her a serene and beautiful appearance.
...
"Don't water it so much."
Richard stood up, stepped forward and took the showerhead from her hand. His fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of her hand, feeling its cool, warm touch.
"I've put a spell on these flowers. You only need to wet the surface soil; if you water them too much, the roots will rot."
...
"Don't water it so much."
Richard stood up, stepped forward and took the showerhead from her hand. His fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of her hand, feeling its cool, warm touch.
"I've put a spell on these flowers. You only need to wet the surface soil; if you water them too much, the roots will rot."
Wendy responded with an "oh".
She quickly withdrew her little hand.
Looking at the various colorful flowers on the windowsill, her eyes were full of love.
"These flowers are all so beautiful, especially this Ice Sword Orchid, its color is like a sapphire. Can I take a few pots home to grow?"
Richard raised an eyebrow.
He smiled and teased her on purpose.
"If you want to see pretty flowers, just go back and look in the mirror. You're much prettier than these flowers now."
...
Wendy's face flushed bright red instantly. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she was too shy to speak.
In the end, she could only lower her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.
Richard saw her like this.
Hehe smiled.
Suddenly, he changed his attitude.
The correct voice:
"Tomorrow I plan to hold a promotion ceremony at the gate of the garrison, and promote all the serfs in the militia to free men."
"Remember to prepare all the necessary documents and arrange the necessary setup for the ceremony. Make it a grand affair and don't be careless."
Done.
He picked up the signed serf work points form from the table and handed it to Wendy.
Wendy took the form in a daze.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her gaze towards Richard was extremely complex...
In the end, she only let out a soft "oh," her voice as quiet as a flower bud opening.
Holding the forms, he turned and walked out of the study. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a sound coming from inside the study.
"Really, why don't you try that bodycon skirt?"
"If you feel embarrassed, I'll have Lina deliver it to your room so you can try it on in private first?"
Wendy's cheeks turned even redder!
"don't want!"
She stomped her foot abruptly, as if venting her embarrassment, and forgot to close the door before quickly leaving the lord's manor.
Richard watched her flustered retreating figure and chuckled.
He sat back down at his desk. He crossed his legs, humming a tune, and continued flipping through other data reports.
In my spare time, I like to tease my secretary...
wrong.
Flirting with my sister's best friend makes work more interesting!
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