Lynn pondered in his mind.
He realized that the basic operations of the entire territory were already taking shape.
So parts have just begun, slightly weak, but still entering the drafting and execution phase, forming a certain prototype.
At this thought.
Lynn’s heart felt a bit complex, sowhat sentintal.
From being alone at the beginning, standing on a barren land filled with weeds.
To now, becoming the Lord of a small town of nine thousand people, with the initial developnt of the territory taking shape!
Of course.
Lynn also understood.
This was only just the beginning.
One year only transford him from a solitary figure into a Lord of a preliminarily ford territory.
That’s all!
His territory was still plagued with internal and external problems.
Firstly, the food crisis was still unresolved.
After two large-scale tillages, his territory had planted one hundred thousand acres of barley fields.
But it’s not yet the harvest ti in July or August, the barley seeds planted haven’t transford into consumable stored grains.
He could only rely on rchants to buy and transport food from outside the territory, bringing it to his territory.
Secondly, there was still a shortage of armor and weapons.
The remaining few hundred soldiers were still unard.
Finally, the shortage of ard soldiers.
The total ard force of the territory was still just two thousand n!
External threats!
The four Manor Lords of nearby Morgan Town.
If they knew his territory had three major mines, they would certainly turn their aggression towards him without hesitation!
Salt mines, representing money.
Iron mines, representing weapons and armor.
Coal mines, representing endless fuel!
Even any Lord, upon hearing this, would be unable to suppress their inner greed.
Let’s not ntion having three mines, even possessing just one of them.
That would result in a rapid increase in the territory’s strength!
Maybe even a chance for a foothold in the coming chaotic tis!
Far away, Marquis Ducas in Bordeaux City.
And Lawrence, who just returned from embarrassnt in the Duchy of the Red Dragon, currently residing in Morgan Town.
Although Mark Ducas had now inherited the title of Marquis Ducas.
It’s uncertain what Mark Ducas’s attitude is toward his existence.
But vengeance must be repaid!
Even further, there is the imperial power struggle!
Lawrence infiltrated the Grand Duke of Red Dragon’s territory, under the guise of the Feiyu Army, engaging in plundering, which might ignite this imperial power struggle.
But aside from Audrey who ca to the territory and shared so intelligence about Triumph City.
He hasn’t received much information.
Even further away... the unknown Witch!
Until now.
Lynn still did not know the Witch’s true purpose!
He could only take things one step at a ti.
...
Under the cover of night.
Morgan Town.
A brothel.
Bodies moved constantly through the hall on the first floor.
Foul language filled with obscenities rang out from the mouths of both n and won.
"Catch if you can, catch ... Then I’ll let you do whatever you want!"
"Old man, I’m over here, right here..."
Soldiers tied with ribbons tried desperately to peer through the gaps in the ribbons, seeking out the scantily clad prostitutes.
"Alright, you all just wait for ! Once I catch you, I’ll show you what it ans to cry out in agony!"
"..."
The n seated at the edge of the hall listened to the soldiers’ words and couldn’t help but laugh.
While holding onto their wine jugs, drinking.
anwhile, their right hands wrapped around the prostitutes beside them, indulging in kneading that softness frivolously.
The whole brothel was perated with a strong and low-quality fragrance of perfu and alcohol.
In the corner.
Godfrey sat alone, clutching a wine glass.
Watching the Sword and Shield Corps soldiers he brought back, his brow furrowed.
Monts later.
Godfrey downed the drink from his wine glass in one gulp.
They returned from the Duchy of the Red Dragon, survived.
But their souls still lingered in the Duchy of the Red Dragon!
Because.
True Sword and Shield Corps soldiers, even if they die on the battlefield, would never retreat or flee!
In that forest, with only a few hundred of them left, facing the Charge of the Red Dragon Riders...
They actually fled!
Not only the ones who proclaid for the family, Lawrence feared.
Even he, the Knight Commander himself, was afraid too.
Afraid of dying anonymously under the iron hooves of the Red Dragon Riders, afraid of leaving no na in death, afraid of dying with soone else’s identity...
Godfrey suddenly realized.
He, as a knight, suddenly lost his faith!
Loyalty?
As Lawrence’s once-served knight, now his Knight Commander and advisor.
He had done many things behind Lawrence’s back!
Not to ntion the far side.
Just nearby.
The existence of the Lord behind the city walls, he never told Lawrence.
Moreover, he issued a strict order to Danke and other soldiers.
No one should disclose it.
Honor?
Fighting bravely, fearless of sacrifice, pushing forward, valuing words and deeds?
In this infiltration operation, aside from fighting bravely, he seed to have failed at everything else.
In Godfrey’s daze.
He felt a gentle hand passing through the hem of the dress he was wearing, slowly reaching towards the root of his thigh.
Instantly.
Godfrey snapped out of it, imdiately extending his right hand, grasping the hand that was about to explore deeper.
At the sa ti, his gaze quickly shifted to the right.
Just seeing, a prostitute with only two thin silk strips over her body, barely covering her, looked at him in horror.
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