System: Build My Own Territory

The sixty or so bandits left, and Lynn was not at all happy, but rather felt a slight regret.

Three hundred villagers turned soldiers, armed with winged spears, faced off against sixty mounted bandits.

If the war really started, many of the three hundred soldiers would certainly die or be wounded.

But for the soldiers who survived, it would be a blood and tears training!

A soldier who has not stained his hands with blood, who has not personally slain an enemy, can he be considered a qualified soldier?

Of course not!

Lynn instructed Rose to lead this group of soldiers back to the city walls to continue organizing training.

Lynn and Boer walked along the lime road through the forest.

Boer was narrating his experiences of encountering bandits twice, speaking with great pain and bitterness.

He longed to devour the Iron Blood Brotherhood alive!

Yet Lynn felt that Boer seemed a bit different.

Previously, he still maintained the character of a local merchant, giving the impression of a small-time trader.

Now, however, Boer's speech was more confident, although still centered around livestock.

But the aura around him was entirely different from before.

After a short while.

Lynn returned to the village.

Once the transaction amount was confirmed, the villagers began unloading the goods from the carts.

Ryan and his guards, visiting Lynn Territory for the first time, curiously scanned everything around them.

Neatly arranged red brick houses, flat and orderly red brick pavements, and in the distance, a tall castle under construction!

Everything here seemed so new.

Ryan understood that this was a rapidly developing territory!

The young and handsome man speaking with Master Boer is the owner of this land!

It was not until an hour later.

The more than twenty thousand pounds of barley and wheat were unloaded by the villagers.

Twenty thousand pounds of barley and ten thousand pounds of wheat were exchanged for one thousand pounds of fine salt.

The price of fine salt had already soared to ten pence per pound!

But Lynn still gave Boer the fine salt at a price of six pence per pound.

Lynn firmly believed in one principle.

Only when merchants gained enormous profits from transactions would they brave life and death to transport goods to his territory.

Boer left.

Carrying 1,700 kilograms of fine salt and his guard team.

Walking along the lime road in the open wilderness.

Ryan curiously watched the many villagers cultivating the barren land.

He couldn't help but ask Boer, "Master Boer, who exactly is that young lord?"

There is a tall wall that can withstand anything.

There are soldiers and armies, and so many villagers in the territory, so many red brick houses...

The key is, the trading is conducted using fine salt!

Listening to Ryan's words, Boer's expression slightly darkened.

However, he did not reprimand Ryan.

Instead, he asked, "Captain Ryan, would you like to become the exclusive guards of my merchant caravan?"

Ryan's eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

"Exclusive guards?"

Not only Ryan, but the other guards also looked at Boer curiously.

Boer began to explain, "Yes, exclusive guards."

"No longer accepting other people's employment, only responsible for the safety of my merchant caravan!"

"In return, you can receive 10% of the transaction profits for each escort mission!"

Ryan stared at Boer in surprise, "10% of the profits?"

They were guards from the Mercenary Guild, similar to the Mercenary Corps, registered on record.

The difference being variations in size.

Their major employers were merchants from various caravans, or other manor lords.

But regardless of the employer's identity, they could only receive fixed wages from the Mercenary Guild.

For instance, for this journey, they accepted an escort task in Morgan Town, coming to this remote wasteland.

The eleven guards, just for one gold pound in total.

If a guard died, there would be several shillings as compensation.

But if the goods were lost, not only would they receive no pay, but they also had to compensate part of the goods to the employer.

The guild's points would be deducted, making it difficult to take on escort tasks in the future.

It seemed straightforward, but there were many constraints.

Boer nodded, "For instance, for this trip, I originally intended to transport 30,000 pounds of grain to this territory, and exchange it for fine salt!"

"Twenty-four thousand pounds of barley, six thousand pounds of wheat, purchased at a cost of nearly Twenty-Four Gold Pounds."

"But after exchanging it for 1,700 kilograms of fine salt, then selling it."

"When we return to Kakasong City, the price of fine salt will inevitably reach eleven pence per pound..."

Thoughts whirled furiously in Ryan's mind.

"So, Master Boer, you could gain nearly Fifty-Three Gold Pounds from this transaction?"

"We could earn... Five Gold Pounds?"

Boer looked at Ryan in surprise, "Your mental calculation ability is strong."

"To be precise, it should be five gold pounds and six shillings!"

Ssss!

Ryan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Five gold pounds and six shillings!

If he agreed with Master Boer, this trip could earn as much as five times?

With this money, he could do many things!

Autumn was approaching, he could buy some clothes for the family.

Could purchase some meat to feed those craving sons and daughters.

His scimitar could be taken to the blacksmith shop for maintenance.

Even with one or two more trips, a set of leather armor could be bought...

Thinking of this, Ryan looked at the other guards.

Ryan found that the other guards were staring at him with wide eyes, full of longing.