System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 927 - 280: Offering Loyalty (10,000 Words)_6

Even the defense of Morgan Town and the garrison being prepared for construction.

All efforts would be in vain!

Grayson nodded somewhat confused.

Although he didn’t know what sulfur was that Master Lynn spoke of.

But Master Lynn had already planned for that waterfall, so he naturally didn’t need to worry about it.

After Lynn accompanied Grayson to the Lord’s Square.

Grayson said goodbye to Lynn: "Master Lynn, no need to see me off any further, let’s stop here?"

Lynn nodded, "Safe travels, Mr. Grayson."

Grayson smiled: "Rest assured, Master Lynn, I still have major tasks to do."

"Naturally, I won’t die easily!"

The farewell ended.

Grayson walked to the horse in front, and with his left foot on the stirrup, he swiftly leaped up, straddling the horse’s back.

After waving to Lynn, Grayson left the Lord’s Square with his carriage team.

Heading towards the mountain forest pass in the distance.

Until Grayson’s carriage team completely disappeared into the shadow of the mountains.

Only then did Lynn withdraw his gaze.

He glanced at the gradually darkening sky.

He returned to the castle with Red.

Passing through a patch of red brick houses.

At the castle gate, with the respectful salutations of several guards, he returned to the castle.

Inside the reception hall.

The tall oil lamps along the walls had already been lit.

As they burned steadily, emitting a warm yellow light.

A peculiar smell like burning hair spread through the hall.

The lamp oil was made by blending animal fat and resin.

Despite the insufficient combustion of the oil lamps, which produced black smoke and a strange smell.

But in this era without electric lights.

Oil lamps were still an indispensable lighting tool.

Additionally.

Since the town’s production of lamp oil was limited now.

Basically, only his castle, night school, blacksmith workshop, and textile workshop, along with a few necessary industries, used oil lamps.

The townsmen, lacking lighting tools.

Had to rest at night, or join in the reproductive movements.

After having dinner with Kuisi and the maid serving him.

While waiting for hot water to be prepared, Lynn sat on the lord’s throne to rest.

With a thought, he opened the [Resident Information Column], checking out the 800 war prisoners transported by Grayson today.

As he continued to filter through.

The personal information of each war prisoner flashed by his eyes.

Just like what he had previously checked.

This batch of war prisoners had excellent physical fitness indeed!

Besides Tyrone, who had {Talent} and {Skills}.

He also saw several war prisoners with Weapon Mastery.

These war prisoners could just be cultivated into small banner or general banner leaders for small troops.

After sweeping through all the war prisoners, Lynn was about to close the panel.

He noticed.

Some war prisoners, who originally had 0 Loyalty Value, had already changed to 1% or 3%!

Lynn’s lips curled slightly.

The change and increase in these war prisoners’ Loyalty Value were much faster than he had imagined.

However.

Lynn thought again, it wasn’t that surprising.

With the living standards on his territory and the relaxing work regime.

No one would want to leave after experiencing it.

Just as he closed the panel, light footsteps sounded from afar, reaching his ears.

Accompanied by Janet’s obviously nervous voice.

"Master Lynn...the hot water is ready, you can...you can prepare for a bath now."

Lynn responded, "I know."

Getting up from the lord’s throne, he walked towards the nearby private room.

Lynn noticed that as he approached Janet, she hurriedly bent her waist.

That feeling was as if she was trying to avoid something.

Lynn was not prepared to let her go, instructing her aloud.

"Follow me inside."

"I’ve been too tired recently and need a massage."

Listening to Lynn’s commands, Janet quickly raised her head.

She turned to look at Lynn’s tall figure, her eyes full of resentment.

She naturally understood that when Lynn asked her to massage, it was never just a simple massage.

What’s more important.

Was that just this morning...he bullied her!

In the private room, the hot water in the bathtub rippled like waves.

Amid suppressed groans.

The night gradually deepened.

Under the night sky in the Lord’s Square.

Burly figures sat around the burning bonfire ahead.

To insulate from the ground’s moisture and make lying down more comfortable.

Rose specially arranged for soldiers to bring barley straw for these 800 war prisoners.

The bonfire, built with round logs, could burn for hours.

Sufficient to keep them from the night dew’s chill.

Among the crowd.

Several burly men bent down, weaving through the seated bodies to a reclining middle-aged man.

Without any courtesy, they sat down heavily.

They glanced around.

Seeing those soldiers in armor holding torches, patrolling around.

Even seeing them moving, there were no scoldings or restrictions.

One of the burly men turned his gaze back, looked at the middle-aged man.

He respectfully asked, "Commander Tyrone, what should we do now?"

Another man also spoke up, "Yes, Commander!"

"We all know that your allegiance to this lord is just a temporary measure."

"As soldiers of Portlands, there’s never been a case of pledging allegiance to a foreign lord."

"If our colleagues in Portlands find out, what face do the Pan Rock Iron Guards have?"

Lying on a heap of barley straw, Tyrone slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the two burly men.

"Who told you that my allegiance to this lord is just a temporary measure?"

The two burly men’s eyebrows shot up.

"Not a temporary measure?"

"So...so, Commander Tyrone, you genuinely want to pledge allegiance to a foreign lord?"

"You...this is a betrayal of the Portlands Empire!"