System: Build My Own Territory

"In the face of storm and rain, they're helpless, even if it means sacrificing their lives, it must not be spared."

"Because the intelligence concerns the safety of the entire territory, the safety of everyone."

Jeremy's body instantly stood upright, "Yes, sir!"

Lynn dismissed Jeremy and, under Kuisi's guidance, headed to the kitchen in the castle.

Watching the two walk down the hall's stairs, Lynn withdrew his gaze.

In his mind, he quickly pondered Jeremy's words, using them to infer more intelligence information.

Lawrence, the second son, led a large army to Morgan Town to suppress the bandits.

The army's soldier count is at least over three thousand.

Upon arriving at Morgan Town, Lawrence is greeted by several Manor Lords together.

The information isn't much, but crucial information is still grasped by Lynn.

First.

Lawrence brought an army of three thousand to suppress bandits, and since it's within Marquis Duca's territory, supplies can be replenished nearby, so they surely wouldn't carry many logistics soldiers.

According to the conventional logistics soldier ratio, they have at least twenty percent!

This means, among the three thousand troops, there are only about two thousand four hundred soldiers with combat capability.

The remaining six hundred are all drivers, horsemen, and cooks, etc.

Only with enough logistics soldiers transporting supplies can the normal needs of a large army be ensured.

Secondly, the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps and even the Storm Mercenary Corps have been completely wiped out, resolving Morgan Town's bandit crisis.

Will Dorons turn the army and attack his territory?

On his territory, there are three salt mines, with an abundance of labor force.

Such a territory is a tempting prize, not just for bandits, but even for a Great Lord!

Lynn mused briefly.

So far, aside from some unclear grievances with Aiden Manor Lord.

Other Manor Lords might not even know of his existence?

It's very likely that when Lawrence comes to Morgan Town, after some investigation, he'll find no more bandit presence and return to court directly!

But Lynn still habitually prepares for the worst-case scenario.

Lawrence somehow learns of the three mines' existence, or perhaps because of Aiden's grievances, Aiden reported the situation of this territory.

Leading Lawrence's army here to besiege!

If this is the case, facing an attack of at least two thousand four hundred men...

Just the ten-meter-high wall alone, can't hold them off!

The Ducas Clan has always undergone systematic physical and even military training.

Naturally, they cannot be compared to a temporarily assembled bandit mob.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Lynn.

Fortunately, it's winter now.

If the worst happens, they can still use the wall's sturdiness to maneuver against Lawrence's army!

Realizing this, Lynn couldn't help but lament the lack of foundation.

His territory has developed too briefly.

There aren't enough warhorses, enough armor weaponry, nor enough soldiers.

Completely incapable of arm-wrestling with a Great Lord!

The number of soldiers is indeed insufficient, but Lynn can find ways to make it harder for siege enemies by enhancing defensive machinery.

He must speed up the efficiency and speed of track construction to have more labor force to produce defensive machinery!

As Lynn was pondering, the night had deepened.

...

On the other side.

In a small town with neatly arranged buildings.

The glow of lamps shone through wooden windows, illuminating the empty streets.

Not even a patrolling guard was in sight.

In a two-story wooden and stone building.

A coquettish voice echoed around. The sound of feet briskly running along the floor, accompanied by excited shouts, resonated within.

"Beauties, where are you?"

Lawrence leaned forward, arms outstretched, exploring ahead.

A silken red sash tied at his eye corners, he could vaguely see those fair bodies ahead.

Those fair bodies let out joyful laughter as he took steps to chase them.

The plush snow-white outlines in front of them continued to rise and fall.

Though Lawrence could only see faintly, this indistinct beauty oddly excited him.

Lawrence suddenly took a few steps forward, lunging at a plump woman ahead.

Spreading his arms to embrace her, but was met with empty air.

"Don't run, beauties..."

...

Outside the room.

Four armor-clad soldiers, faces serious, stood guarding the door.

Though a few minutes later.

Strange shoutings accompanied by clapping figures sounded from inside the door.

Their expressions showed no trace of anomaly.

As Lawrence's knight and advisor, Godfrey has always been by Lawrence's side.

No matter when Lawrence handled serious matters, he never strayed far.

Godfrey leaned against the corridor by the door, took a big swig from his drink.

Driving away the chill seeping through window cracks.

Godfrey's gaze rested on the two tightly shut wooden doors, the sounds on the other side becoming clearer and more intense.

Having just gulped his drink, he couldn't help but frown.

Godfrey clearly remembered that Lawrence became a knight's squire at seven.

Back then, he was timid and shy, not even daring to kill a chicken.

To boost Lawrence's courage, Godfrey subjected him to various courage and bravery training.

Lawrence's eagerness to learn and ability to accept new things were unmatched by other children.

Starting from caring for the horses, making Lawrence familiar with equipment and warhorses.

Then to the enlightenment of military training, teaching some basic weapon use methods, like daggers and small Shields.

Meanwhile, also teaching him basic riding techniques.

Within half a year.

Lawrence mastered using a shortsword and round shield, and could easily mount a horse unassisted.

Up to the middle stages of learning, Godfrey considered Lawrence a diligent genius.

Within a few months, he learned the techniques of the Longsword and Long Spear and could skillfully apply them in fights.

Even in one anti-bandit operation, Lawrence slew three bandits under his protection!

Back then, Lawrence was just fourteen.

By twenty, when Lawrence was bestowed the title of a knight, he became a true knight.

But barely a year later.

Godfrey discovered Lawrence's true colors!

He thought Lawrence was frustrated about always just being the second son, never getting the Marquis Duca title.

Thus.

He exerted all efforts to teach Lawrence, hoping to lend him a hand.

Yet, it turned out, Lawrence, having lost the Ducas Marquis succession, instantly became a man dominated by his lower desires!

If he merely liked young women, extending the family line, it'd be one thing.

But instead, he had a penchant for married women!

Years of teaching and effort, all for naught.

How could Godfrey not be disappointed?