System: Build My Own Territory

Lynn's eyebrows immediately raised.

After licking Lynn's blood clean from his finger and confirming there was no more bleeding, Yaya finally backed away a few steps.

Yaya's pink tongue licked at the corner of her mouth, she spoke contentedly, "Lord, the contract has been successfully concluded."

Lynn looked directly at Yaya and said, "Does the Demon Contract require swallowing the blood of the contract party?"

Yaya's cheeks revealed a sly smile, "Of course not."

"I just wanted to taste the flavor of the Lord's blood and help you treat your injury..."

Lynn glanced at his left index finger, the wound hadn't miraculously healed, but it did stop the bleeding.

Lynn spoke, "From now on, you are free."

"On the premise of not affecting the normal development of this territory, you can try any way to get close to me and harm me, and that would be passing my test."

Clank, clank.

Two guards cautiously approached Yaya and unlocked the iron chains on her wrists and ankles.

Yaya rubbed her slightly reddened left wrist with her right hand, her mouth curved upward, revealing sharp fangs, "Well... Lord, you need to be careful..."

As she spoke.

Yaya transformed into the appearance of Kuisi and then changed again.

In just a few seconds.

Yaya changed into the form of Lynn, almost identical to Lynn's speech.

Except there was no weapon on her, her demeanor and aura lacked Lynn's composure, everything else was identical.

Whether it was Red or the few guards nearby, their faces showed a look of surprise.

Just after transforming into Lynn's appearance, Yaya glanced at the guards beside her, and her form changed again.

In a matter of seconds, Yaya changed into a young guard.

Under the gaze of Lynn and the others, she ran towards the small town in the rear.

After turning behind a red brick house, she completely disappeared from Lynn and the others' sight.

At this moment.

Red couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you just letting her hide in the small town like this?"

Lynn nodded.

Seeing that Master Lynn had made up his mind, Red had no more doubts, retreated a few steps, and stood behind him.

Looking at the still early sky, Lynn re-entered the kitchen, continuing to grind Cooking Skills Experience.

[Cooking Experience +1]

[Cooking Experience +1]

[Cooking Experience +1]

...

With a thought, Lynn opened the Heavenly Artifacts panel.

[Construction: Level 2 (211/500)]（+）

[Planting: Level 2 (91/500)]（+）

[Collection: Level 2 (151/500)]（+）

[Production: Level 2 (145/500)]（+）

[Hunting: Level 2 (25/500)]（+）

[Cooking: Level 2 (145/500)]（+）

[Forging: Level 2 (16/500)]（+）

[Medicine: Level 2 (9/500)]（+）

[Breeding: Level 2 (34/500)]（+）

After sweeping a glance over the Nine Great Skills, since he had been building the castle, the Construction skill had over two hundred experience points.

The remaining Eight Great Skills are still far from reaching Level 3.

However.

Lynn does not feel despair.

Just keep grinding!

Seeing the progress bar clearly, every effort he makes can be visibly seen as rewarding.

What can't be done?

...

On the other side of the territory.

On a barren, deserted wasteland.

A caravan of carriages is traveling on a road paved with some gravel.

Under the pressure of heavy loads on the carriages, even though the wheel rims have been reinforced with iron, they still emit unbearable screeching sounds while moving.

Surrounding the carriages, over twenty guards in leather armor are encircling the area, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

A guard who appeared to be sixteen or seventeen drove a horse to the front.

Smiling with dirt-stained cheeks, he spoke to the Guard Captain Ryan beside him, "Uncle, will our escort missions always be this simple in the future?"

This caravan consists of twelve carriages in total.

Each carriage is fully loaded, transporting nearly five thousand pounds of barley, totaling sixty thousand pounds of grain!

Departing from Morgan Town, they arrived in this frontier land.

Despite spending these few days with meals in the open and rest relying on tents and campfires for warmth.

Fortunately, they encountered no danger along the way.

Neither the Wild Wolf pack nor the growing Bandit Corps had come across them.

Ryan turned to glance at the young man, "Mike, do you think it's easy?"

The young man called Mike simply nodded.

Ryan rolled his eyes, "That's thanks to Master Boer's blessing, we're just lucky."

"Back a few months ago, before you joined the Guard Team, we encountered a massive group of bandits..."

"They rode horses, waved weapons in their hands, and charged with bizarre cries."

"That sense of oppression can only be understood if you experience it yourself!"

Listening to Ryan's account, Mike turned to look at the carriages behind.

A man dressed in silk sat upright inside one carriage, resting with closed eyes.

He seemed uninterested in Mike and Ryan's conversation.

Mike's curiosity grew further, "Uncle, how did you handle those bandits?"

"Did you engage them in close combat?"

Ryan shook his head, "Fortunately, thanks to Master Boer."

Mike listened attentively as Ryan continued.

"If it weren't for Master Boer having a good relationship with the Lord, the Lord sent a military force for rescue."