Just a few steps out, Jose followed with his strides.
He spoke with a hint of hesitation: "Master Lynn, is there anything you need to do?"
Lynn turned his head, looking at Jose, who was deliberately shorter than him.
He spoke: "I need you to carefully observe my production demonstration."
"Afterwards, I need you to lead and teach the apprentices to begin large-scale production of the [Zhuge Crossbow]!"
Jose raised his eyebrows, continuing to speak: "Large-scale production..."
"But Master Lynn, there are only a hundred apprentices in the Bow and Arrow Workshop."
"Moreover, it’s the crossbow I’ve never heard of..."
"I’m worried the Bow and Arrow Workshop might disappoint you."
Lynn nodded and said: "As for labor, I will find a solution."
"Don’t worry about how to produce the crossbow either."
"From selecting the wood to the final production, I will draw the process completely and in detail on the blueprint."
"You only need to follow the blueprint, using it as a model to produce them!"
Hearing Lynn’s words, Jose’s face slightly eased, and he responded: "Yes, Master Lynn, I will follow all your instructions!"
After dismissing Jose, Lynn walked along the red brick road of the Handicraft Workshop District.
The other workshops had already closed for lunch break,
leaving only the Blacksmith Workshop and Textile Workshop continuing their rush work.
As he passed by the Blacksmith Workshop, Ehrelo’s gaze turned and caught sight of Lynn.
Ehrelo respectfully bent from a distance, performing a courtesy.
Lynn saw, despite the tired look on the faces of Ehrelo and the Blacksmith Apprentices,
they had no complaints about working overti.
There was a clear longing in their eyes for military honors, and a desire for land!
Lynn glanced once more at the faraway Textile Workshop.
Similarly, the Textile Workshop was still working hard, rushing to et their deadline.
Lynn nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the Handicraft Workshop District.
He walked through the small town and arrived at the Lord’s Square, where he once again sat on the familiar lord’s bench.
His gaze was distant.
Groups of townsn walked along the listone road of the small town, entering the Lord’s Square.
They headed straight to the canteen, ready to enjoy their dinner.
...
At this ti, on the other side.
As the night was falling.
A team of nearly a hundred horse-mounted soldiers entered Morgan under the cover of darkness.
The townsn walking on the bluestone slabs heard the genuine sound of hooves hitting the ground behind them.
Frightened in their hearts, they quickly jogged to the edge of the road to make way.
Waiting for this team of cavalry to pass through.
On the horses, the soldiers wore standard plate armor composed of multiple tal plates, connected by hinges, belts, etc.
On the chest armor, there was a prominent crest featuring a crossed greatsword and round shield.
On the flag spears held by several soldiers, a blue flag with a golden greatsword and round shield was fluttering in the wind.
It was the family emblem of Marquis Duca!
The townsn all shrank their necks and withdrew their gazes.
Nearly a hundred cavalryn passed through the small town, finally stopping in front of a three-story building.
At the shout of a middle-aged man, the nearly hundred cavalryn lined up, guarding the surroundings.
Listening to the sounds of hooves at the door, along with the shouted orders given by the line-up.
Godfrey stepped out from the brothel.
Just in ti to et the middle-aged man coming down from the brothel entrance after completing the lineup.
Upon seeing Godfrey, the middle-aged man stopped instantly.
He scanned Godfrey with his eyes, speaking coldly.
"Godfrey, where is Lawrence?"
Godfrey frowned and questioned: "Doyle, how dare you address Lord Lawrence’s na in such a manner?"
The expression on the middle-aged man, Doyle, remained indifferent.
"Doyle is here under the orders of the Marquis, to escort Lord Lawrence back ho!"
Hearing this, Godfrey’s gaze moved over Doyle’s body towards the distance.
The fully ard cavalry were waiting.
Godfrey understood, with such a display, even if Lawrence was unwilling,
Doyle would forcibly escort Lawrence back to Bordeaux Castle.
Compared to these.
What intrigued Godfrey more was.
Why did Mark Ducas dispatch nearly a hundred heavy cavalry, even sending Doyle to Morgan Town?
Was it simply to demonstrate the military strength of the Ducas Marquis?
To showcase the Ducas Clan’s prestige?
Or because of the long journey, fearing Lawrence might encounter danger on the way back?
Even if Morgan is remote, it is still the territory of Marquis Duca,
Even if there were rampant bandits before.
No bandit, however bold, would dare to target the lord of the entire territory, a mber of the Ducas Clan!
Otherwise, it would be no different from seeking death.
In the next second,
a bold thought surfaced in Godfrey’s mind.
The situation in the Karedi Empire is bound to undergo significant changes in the short term!
So significant that even the Marquisate of Dukas will be affected!
The only possibility is that the battle for imperial authority is about to begin!
Aside from this,
Godfrey could think of no other possibility.
Was it because Lawrence, leading the army, was ravaging the Duchy of the Red Dragon, committing arson and looting without restraint?
Quickly.
Godfrey dismissed this thought.
If this event were the trigger, the mont they returned to Morgan Town,
they should have already heard that the imperial power struggle had begun.
However, he did not hear much information about the imperial power struggle.
In other words.
The Duke of Red Dragon’s patience was strong, strong enough to tolerate soone burning and plundering in his domain, killing nearly ten thousand people.
User Comments
0 comments from readers