System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1210 - 328: Raven Killer (10,000 Words)

Wesley was merely a descendant of the Don Quixote Clan.

By his generation, the clan had long since declined.

To the extent that Wesley was akin to a wanderer.

It was naturally impossible to be as he is now.

Leading thousands of armored soldiers, charging in battle, fighting and killing enemies.

Everything he has now.

Is entirely because of the permission of Lord Master Lynn!

It was Master Lynn’s appreciation that allowed him to become the commander of the archers.

It was Master Lynn’s permission that granted him administrative authority...

If it weren’t for Master Lynn, he wouldn’t be who he is today!

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

Wesley’s sharp eyes once again scanned over the faces of the guards among the peasants.

His loud and powerful voice rang out once more from Wesley.

"Who desires to defend Morgan Town, to protect the Lord?"

The guards among the peasants who had missed the first call, recognized the urgency and responded loudly.

"I want to! I want to! I want to!"

Wesley maintained his composure and asked loudly once again.

"Who is willing to offer loyalty to the Lord, even if it means sacrificing one’s own life?"

"I am willing! I am willing! I am willing!"

Seeing the guards among the peasants, too excited, repeatedly raising and lowering their right fists and arms.

Wesley nodded in satisfaction, turned slightly, and glanced at the wall.

Only to find that the young lord who had given him everything was already gone.

Wesley raised his eyebrow slightly but quickly withdrew his gaze.

Clearly.

His master felt confident enough to leave the recruitment of garrison soldiers completely to him.

Wesley was filled with emotion.

Shifting his gaze, he looked once more at the guards among the peasants, loudly praising.

"Excellent!"

"Next, I will personally lead the soldiers in selecting you."

"Those selected, step forward, proceed to the front of the line, and await in formation."

"Those not selected, need not worry or be anxious."

"There is something you may not know, but I can reiterate."

"Becoming residents within Lord Master Lynn’s territory will be the greatest fortune of your lives!"

With the final words spoken.

Wesley no longer paid attention to the expectant gazes of the guards among the peasants.

With a team of armored soldiers, he entered the ranks of the guard peasants, beginning the selection of garrison soldiers.

As Wesley moved, his eyes continuously scanned the bodies of the men.

One by one, men who looked robust were selected to go to the front of the line to form ranks.

On the rubble and mud road between vast farmland.

A carriage drawn by two horses moved smoothly under guard escort.

The sound of galloping hooves, the rolling of wheels, echoed continuously.

In the fields.

Gavin, leading the farmers in their labor, naturally noticed the convoy of carriages.

And recognized the emblem of the manor carved on the carriage compartment.

Gavin hesitated for a moment in his mind, whispered a few instructions to his assistants.

Stepped to follow the convoy from afar, heading towards the Manor Castle.

At the forefront of the carriage convoy.

Lorenzo, riding a warhorse, watched the surroundings with vigilance.

Though Lorenzo understood.

Once entering Morgan Town’s territory, their lives were already in Lord Lynn’s hands.

Yet Lorenzo’s instincts remained unchanged.

Not only Lorenzo, all the guards on horseback were similarly scanning the surroundings.

Even Helena within the carriage compartment.

Her amber eyes peered through the window, scanning the fields lined with rubble and mud road, where teams of farmers were busy planting.

On her last visit to Lord Lynn’s territory, Helena had already noticed.

In Lord Lynn’s territory, aside from patrolling soldiers.

There were no soldiers wielding whips, overseeing and supervising the farmers at work!

This meant.

The farmers in the fields were working voluntarily!

Helena’s discovery was as significant as the territory being able to forge and produce large amounts of metal armor!

Keep in mind.

The peasants, akin to livestock, were considered property of the Manor Lord or Lord.

No matter how diligently the peasants worked, the crops harvested would never reach their hands.

Naturally, farmers wouldn’t wholeheartedly labor.

As a result.

The Manor Lords of each manor would arrange numerous guards to ensure the manor’s safety, as well as to oversee and supervise the laboring farmers.

If any farmer tried to shirk their duties, the guards’ whips would mercilessly strike the farmer’s body.

Helena furrowed her brows.

Didn’t Lord Lynn worry that these farmers, without guard supervision, would slack off during labor?

Or perhaps, Lord Lynn had implemented another method to motivate these farmers?

Helena’s thoughts raced.

No matter how she pondered, nothing came to mind.

Just then.

Originally leading at the forefront of the carriage convoy, Lorenzo.

Slowed the gallop of his horse, coming to Helena’s carriage side.

Seeing Lorenzo obscuring her window view, Helena spoke in a deep voice.

"Is there something?"

Hearing Helena’s magnetic voice, Lorenzo promptly bowed his head to respond.

"Lady Helena, you... please look ahead!"

Helena’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, detecting a hint of surprise in Lorenzo’s halting words.