Arrogant and frenzied shouts, a look of arrogance, and that bloated body like a fat pig.
These are the standard features of the worldâs noble lords.
Covered from head to toe in a nauseating mix of sweat and body odor, mingled with the scent of perfume.
Lynn was somewhat grateful that he had been exiled to this barren land...
Barren, impoverished, but free!
Lynn had thought of sending someone else to face them, but he realized that no one could replace him.
He mounted his horse, which headed towards the entrance of the forest ahead.
There, dozens of figures were facing off against each other.
...
Aiden was pondering whether to have his followers strike first and initiate an attack.
They were on horseback, with a significant advantage over these guards.
A calm voice rang out.
"I am the lord of this territory!"
Aiden looked past the guards in front of him, towards the back.
There, a tall young man on horseback was striding forth.
The voice continued to emanate from the young manâs mouth.
"Entering my territory without an invitation, I can consider it an infringement of my rights."
"Even if I were to have the guards kill you now, Marquis Duca wouldnât do anything to me."
Aidenâs face instantly stiffened.
He quickly retorted, "You say itâs an infringement, and so it is?"
"And who are you anyway? Iâve never heard that this land has a lord!"
"Show the charter given by Marquis Duca to prove your identity!"
Lynn moved his hand, taking out the land charter from his bosom.
Looking at the letter in Lynnâs hand, with the emblem of crossed greatsword and shield clearly visible.
Aidenâs eyes slightly narrowed.
He was certain it was indeed Marquis Ducaâs land charter!
Because, in his pocket was an identical letter.
How could this be?
Aiden thought of something and questioned.
"I need to see the contents of the letter, otherwise how do I know you arenât a fake?"
Lynn grinned, "Of course, you can come forward and see."
Aiden was about to urge his horse forward, when his eyes shifted, "You want to kill me?"
Lynn ignored his words, looking straight at him, "Ten seconds!"
Aiden questioned, "What ten seconds?"
Lynnâs voice was calm, "In ten seconds, if youâre still in my sight... weâll start killing!"
Aiden was taken aback.
He didnât sense any murderous intent from the young man.
But those simple and casual words made him fearful!
Aiden left with his followers.
Walker, beside him, somewhat unwillingly said.
"Master Aiden, are we just leaving like this? The murderer of Master Bower is still in his territory!"
Aiden frowned and retorted, "Then what do you think I should do?"
Walker replied without hesitation, "Of course, we should use our advantage with the horses to wipe them all out, they only have a dozen guards."
"Not only could we avenge Master Bower, but also expand your territory..."
Clang!
Aiden moved his right hand, drawing out the scimitar inlaid with emeralds.
A cold flash cut down directly from Walkerâs neck.
Walkerâs words were abruptly stopped.
As the horse continued to move, Walkerâs head rolled off his shoulders, into the nearby bushes.
Bang!
The heavy thud of a body crashing to the ground resounded, as Walkerâs corpse fell off the horse.
Aiden took out a handkerchief, wiping the crimson off the scimitar.
Putting the scimitar back into its sheath, he spoke calmly, "Ford, search his body, that gold pound is yours."
The bearded man called Ford quickly jumped off the horse.
Ignoring the blood on Walkerâs body, he quickly searched.
A few seconds later.
Ford spoke, "Master Aiden, thereâs a tattoo on his chest, itâs... the Iron Blood Brotherhoodâs tattoo!"
Aiden responded with a hum, "I knew it, thatâs why he was so eager... bring him back, the greyhounds love eating fresh meat like this!"
...
Lynn, riding on his horse, watched the dozen riders gradually disappear.
Finally vanishing into the forest.
Lynn looked at Red, "I need you to do something for me."
Red quickly responded, "Master Lynn, just give your orders!"
Lynn nodded, instructing him with a few words.
Red rode his horse alone, following behind the dozen riders.
Lynn looked at Rose, praising, "Well done."
Following the bandit invasion last time, Lynn immediately had Rose set up advance scouts at the forest entrance for patrol and reconnaissance.
Effectively preventing enemies from making their way into the territory.
Rose bowed quickly, "It is my duty to relieve the masterâs worries and difficulties!"
Lynn looked directly at Rose, speaking in a deep voice, "Rose, can I trust you?"
The words echoed powerfully, resonating through the mountains and forests.
The sudden question left a momentary surprise on Roseâs face.
The next second, Rose regained his composure.
He stood tall and straight, responding with a loud voice, "My lord, you can always trust me."
"The direction your sword points is the battlefield where I, Ross Anderson, will rush with fervor!"
Lynn nodded with satisfaction, "Very well! Rose, I need you to form a squad of soldiers to guard the entrance to this forest and protect the territory behind it!"
"Can you do it?"
Rose took a deep breath, "If the enemy wants to enter my masterâs territory, they must step over my corpse."
Lynn nodded again.
The arrival of several riders made him feel a sense of crisis.
The armed forces of the territory must be strengthened.
...
The road construction work did not stop because of this.
All the villagers were diligently working, not even knowing what was happening in the forest,
Lynn increased the workload of the villagers.
From six in the morning to six in the evening, changed to six in the morning to eight in the evening.
The efficiency of road construction improved significantly.
When the road was extended to five kilometers, Grayson arrived at the village.
He jumped off the carriage and strode up to Lynn.
His face was full of smiles, "Master Lynn, I have brought back everything you wanted."
"A thousand pounds of iron, ten thousand pounds of barley and beans, and one hundred and fifty slaves."
Lynn glanced at the back of Graysonâs carriage.
There.
Slaves bound with ropes were standing on the open grounds.
Lynn nodded and said, "Well done, how much in Gold Pounds?"
Grayson was just a merchant he cooperated with.
Unlike George, who became his vassal; the price of goods must be clearly understood.
Grayson, without any hesitation, "Fifty-five Gold Pounds and sixteen shillings!"
Lynn quickly calculated in his mind, "One thousand nine hundred and ten of fine salt, or Gold Pounds."
Grayson had no hesitation, "Fine salt! All of it in fine salt!"
He still needed to rely on the rarity and price difference of fine salt to turn his fortunes.
The transaction completed.
As the villagers unloaded the cargo, Grayson remembered the villagers road paving during his journey.
Filled with curiosity, he asked.
"Master Lynn, where are you paving the road to?"
Lynn did not conceal it, "Open-pit coal mine."
Graysonâs eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief.
Master Lynn was still mining open-pit salt mines, rapidly accumulating development capital.
And yet, on the other hand, he found an open-pit coal mine?
This...
This seemingly remote and barren Empireâs frontier actually has such rich mineral resources?
Master Lynn is about to soar!
If Master Lynn finds an iron mine as well,
With his wisdom and mindset, he will certainly achieve great things!
Thinking of this, Grayson felt increasingly fortunate.
As long as he maintained reverence for Master Lynn and didnât make any major mistakes,
He could continuously exchange fine salt or coal mines from Master Lynn and earn the price difference.
After the last ordeal, his two-year enterprise was entirely confiscated by the Bude Clan.
Grayson felt hopeless in fighting for the position of the Patriarch of the Bude Clan.
But now, holding on to Master Lynnâs strong support...
Grayson felt he could try again!
...
All one hundred slaves brought back by Grayson were put to road construction by Lynn.
He wanted to quickly connect the village with the open-pit coal mine.
Originally, only five hundred meters of road could be paved in a day; now, it increased to six hundred meters.
In just a few more days, the lime road would be completed.
In the breeding farm.
Lynn was feeding fresh pork paste to two wild wolf pups.
[Breeding experience +1]
[Breeding experience +1]
...
A burly figure stained with fresh blood rode into the village on horseback.
It was Red, whom Lynn had dispatched.
After a few inquiries, he found out Lynnâs location.
Red found Lynn.
His face was full of exhaustion, his words somewhat weak.
"Master Lynn, I am fortunate not to have failed you!"