System: Build My Own Territory

Rose's words continued, "As for the safety of the master's territory... it depends on how familiar the master is with Marquis Duca."

"Otherwise, if Sir Lawrence finds out that there are so many mines and slaves on your territory..."

"I feel it would be the first target to be attacked!"

Lynn turned his head to glance at Rose, not yet speaking, Rose hurriedly said, "Master, this is just my wild guess, if there's anything wrong, please punish me."

Lynn shook his head and said, "You guessed correctly."

"My relationship with Marquis Duca... is indeed not very good..."

"He almost had me killed, that's all!"

Rose, with her head lowered, and Earlley behind, upon hearing this, their eyebrows shot up, faces full of horror.

As the lord of this territory, Lynn was naturally enfeoffed by Marquis Duca.

However, Marquis Duca almost killed their master?

The reasoning behind this, even Rose was somewhat unable to fathom.

Lynn continued speaking, "You and Wesley should intensify the soldier training."

"One day, if Lawrence's army attacks, you will be at the forefront of the war!"

Rose's body stood upright suddenly, and she responded with a shout, "Yes, Master!"

After sending Rose and Earlley away, Lynn, accompanied by Red, returned to the castle.

Kuisi, who returned first, was already organizing the maids to set up today's dinner.

After dinner.

Lynn sat down again in the armchair by the fireplace.

Whether Lawrence's army would attack his territory was not a decision he could make.

However.

He could make use of the [Resident Information Column] to rationally utilize all townsmen with different abilities and talent skills.

Lynn took a look around, apart from a dozen people with skills like [Swordsmanship], [Hunting], and [Riding Skill].

There were no other special talents and abilities.

The townsmen with these skills were almost all selected by Rose to become soldiers for physical training.

The remaining townspeople with Level 2 or Level 3 skills were all involved in handicrafts.

He relayed their names to Kuisi, instructing her to bring them to different workshops tomorrow.

After reviewing three or four times to ensure no talents were overlooked, Lynn then entered the private chamber.

While soaking in hot water, he enjoyed a massage from Kuisi.

Until late at night.

Lynn lay comfortably on the large bed, gradually falling asleep.

...

Morgan Town.

In a closed room of a three-story building, the logs in the fireplace were burning.

Perhaps because the wood still contained moisture, smoke was rising in thick puffs, and pea-sized bubbles were forming at the ends.

Accompanied by a faint sizzling sound.

Seven or eight figures sat around a round table, and the candlelight from the candelabra at the center illuminated each of their faces.

Seated at the head, Lawrence's gaze swept over the faces of several Manor Lords, he said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen!"

Upon hearing Lawrence's words, they all turned to look.

There was tension and constraint on each face.

Lawrence continued, "I believe you gentlemen know the reason I came to Morgan Town?"

"Let's talk, where is the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps, which has left you helpless, now?"

Sitting at the far end, Aiden, with his head down, eyes constantly moving.

Seeming to be thinking rapidly about something.

Seeing them exchange glances without responding, Lawrence instantly raised the volume of his voice.

"What? Is no one willing to speak?"

"Or is there someone among you who is an insider for the Iron Blood Brotherhood?"

"As the second son of the Ducas Clan and the commander of this bandit suppression operation, I warn you."

"Even if your villages are attacked by bandits, causing peasants to flee, and your cultivated land area to decrease..."

"None of this has anything to do with the Ducas Clan!"

"The taxes you should pay—not a pence less!"

Listening to Lawrence's words, the expressions on everyone's faces grew ever more grave.

A few seconds later.

The thin man sitting to Lawrence's right slightly adjusted his position, speaking with a hoarse, powerless voice, "Lord Lawrence..."

"Indeed, we haven't heard information about the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps marauding and looting villages for some time."

Lawrence's gaze immediately turned, falling on the thin man, "Old Jonas, are you implying that I brought three thousand five soldiers, enduring hardships, just to sightsee in your remote area?"

Startled, Jonas quickly bowed his head, saying, "The lord misunderstood, Old Jonas didn't mean that."

With a cold huff, Lawrence moved his gaze from Jonas to the other Manor Lords.

"You are vassals of the Ducas Clan, so you must be loyal and responsible to it!"

"If I discover you conspire with the bandits... sorry, no matter how many generations your Manor Lord position spans, or how many descendants you have..."

"All will be executed!"

Upon hearing the last four words, the bodies of the Manor Lords sitting in their chairs shuddered violently.

If anyone else had spoken these words, they might have doubted them somewhat.

However, the one speaking now was Lawrence Ducas!

The Slaughterer!

Just as Lawrence's words fell, a reminder came forth in the meeting room.

"Lord Lawrence, this time, the bandits are rampant and have affected the Aiden Morrison Manor Lord the most."