"Before being soldiers, they were also just ordinary farmers, even miserable peasants."
"They also have their own families and loved ones..."
"Does their death not seem cruel to Lord Rose?"
Following behind, Earl and Tyrone couldn’t help but frown.
But neither of them said a word.
Noticing the words were somewhat harsh, Wesley quickly lowered his head and explained.
"Lord Rose, forgive Wesley for speaking sharply, but there was absolutely no intention to offend."
Rose glanced at Wesley again and said.
"It’s fine, without the master here, we are simply expressing our views freely."
Wesley felt slightly relieved, expressing gratitude.
"Thank you, Lord Rose."
"Wesley just feels that war is inherently cruel and indifferent to right or wrong!"
"Just like the uping war, as an example..."
"The master is taking a huge risk, nearly deploying all armed soldiers from the territory to Morgan Town Manor Castle."
"Isn’t it all for the safety of the territory and its residents?"
"If it weren’t for Jon Zuck coveting the master’s territory, instructing surrounding manors’ lords to send spies into Morgan Town to gather intelligence,"
"At least in the short term, the master would never dispatch armored soldiers to destroy those manors!"
"If Jon Zuck hadn’t led his supporter manor lords to attack Morgan Town,"
"The master wouldn’t have thought of using the strategy of fire attack to resist the foreign invasion!"
"Using fire attack, indeed, is somewhat cruel to the enemy..."
"But it can effectively avoid soldiers from engaging in bat with the enemy, minimizing soldiers’ casualties as much as possible!"
"Allowing Morgan Town and the residents on the territory to be free from the sufferings of war..."
"I think, in parison, everyone can see the master’s well-intentioned efforts!"
"The instructions given by the master could never have any mistakes!"
Rose, Earl, and Tyrone nodded unconsciously.
Wesley continued: "Apart from the master, in my opinion, Jon Zuck also made no mistakes."
"Whether it’s coveting the mineral resources on the master’s territory and wanting to claim them as his own,"
"Or feeling threatened due to the rapid development and growing military strength of the master’s territory,"
"Or to maintain his control over Kakasong City and surrounding small towns, etc."
"As a viscount, Jon Zuck gathering supporter manor lords to launch an attack on the master’s Morgan Town and territory..."
"Also isn’t wrong!"
"In the end, it’s about different positions trying to protect different interests that led to this war!"
Rose responded: "Lord Wesley’s words make sense, I was thinking too simplistically."
"If it wasn’t for the master’s presence, neither we nor the residents in the territory could live such a stable life now..."
"Colleagues, let’s work together!"
"As manders appointed by the master, the only thing we can do is to plete all the master’s instructions as much as possible!"
Wesley said no more, lowering his head to show response.
Earl and Tyrone also lowered their heads slightly.
Conversation plete, the four happened to step down onto the stone path below the city wall.
Rose and the others exchanged a few pleasantries, then dispersed, each engaging in their tasks.
...
The next morning.
After breakfast, Lynn, acpanied by Red, walked out of the banquet hall.
Just stepping into the open courtyard, a strong scent of pine poured into Lynn’s nose.
The direction from which the scent came was from inside the Manor Castle.
With determined steps, Lynn stepped down the staircase, heading towards the open-air square of the Manor Castle.
Standing in the square, Lynn’s gaze shifted.
In stone-built fire pits, a large amount of tree resin was being poured.
Under the continuous burning of wooden materials beneath, the resin blocks kept melting, turning into liquid streams.
The strong pine-scented mist mixed with the burning wood, drifting up towards the sky.
Simply heating and melting the hard resin blocks required no guidance from Lynn.
With Rose managing, it was entirely sufficient.
After observing for a moment from the square, Lynn and Red left the Manor Castle.
Heading towards the farmers busy harvesting crops in the distance.
On the gravel-muddy road ahead of Lynn.
There were soldiers on horseback escorting farmers pushing two-wheeled carts, transporting scenes of poultry and livestock.
However.
Just halfway there, a figure on horseback came galloping from the distant farmland.
Until the rider approached, Lynn finally saw the man’s form and face on the horse’s back.
It was none other than the spy captain, Gasper, whom he had sent to infiltrate Kakasong City!
On horseback, Gasper also spotted Lynn ahead.
He quickly tightened the reins in his hands and let out a series of ’Whoa’ sounds.
Trying to bring his horse to a halt.
After a few neighs from the horse, its galloping steps turned into a fast trot.
Finally, it stopped six or seven meters in front of Lynn.
Without any hesitation, Gasper nimbly dismounted from the horse.
A few strides later, he stood in front of Lynn.
Gasper bent down in salutation, speaking respectfully: "Master!"
Lynn scanned the dusty Gasper from head to toe and spoke.
"It’s just dawn, and you’re back in Morgan Town. Is there an urgent matter to report?"
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