Chapter 122: Chapter 121: Top-Tier Warhorses

Four days.

The once relatively prosperous village has been completely dismantled.

Over a thousand wooden houses have now been turned into logs and planks.

Nearly a hundred villagers are clearing the wooden debris from the ground.

Lynn walked among them with Colin.

"The entire village is to be constructed with red bricks, and there must be functional zoning!"

"Castle area, market area, residential area, handicraft workshop district... Divide them according to my designated sectors, adopting a grid-like construction method..."

"Appropriate spacing must be left between each row of buildings to ensure lighting and ventilation..."

"Within two hundred meters of each area, a well must be constructed for the villagers’ water supply, public baths, and latrines!"

These are all about the villagers’ daily life issues.

Lynn was determined not to let these minor issues lead to an outbreak of infectious diseases among the villagers on his land due to poor planning.

Colin bent over hurriedly, "Yes, Master Lynn."

Lynn said, "Then let’s begin."

Colin bent over again and retreated.

What Master Lynn said was already very clear.

Starting from the castle area, the buildings in other areas of the territory would expand outward.

The first thing to be constructed, of course, was Master Lynn’s castle area.

He had previously helped other lords build mansions of one or three floors, and had construction experience.

The difference was that the mansions used a structure of stones and lime, slightly different from the current red brick and lime construction method.

But having experience building a large red brick factory, Colin felt it wasn’t difficult.

The most crucial part of a building.

Is naturally the foundation.

Colin called over two hundred villagers responsible for excavation to the location planned by Master Lynn to start digging.

The castle area also included many subdivisions.

The lord’s residence, a large banquet hall, the lord’s council chamber, turrets, watch towers, courtyards outside the main castle, warehouses, basements, and even dungeons.

And the walls that protect the castle.

Compared to other lords, Master Lynn’s requested main castle was not very large, barely under thirty acres.

It was even smaller than the large red brick factory outside the village.

Colin sighed, Master Lynn was still too modest.

However.

Colin thought to himself.

Master Lynn was able to live for almost half a year in a simple wooden house.

It seemed nothing unusual at all.

Watching the villagers begin to dig, Lynn felt a wave of satisfaction in his heart.

He once again threw himself into the kitchen, continuing to immerse himself in his cooking experience.

The reconstruction of the territory village could not be completed in a day or two.

Lynn had long planned in his mind.

The first step was to build the main castle, as well as the warehouse and basement inside the castle.

With the castle warehouse, the mined coal, iron, and fine salt, as well as goods obtained through educational exchanges, finally had a place for storage and preservation.

The second step was to build the residential area and the supporting facilities related to daily living.

Although these days already assisted the villagers in building simple sheds.

Having personally built and lived in them for a few days, Lynn was acutely aware of how poor the conditions of the sheds were.

Only by stabilizing the villagers’ lives could their work efficiency be better improved.

The third step was to build the handicraft workshop district.

Expand the scale of the blacksmith shop, establish textile factories, ceramic factories, hemp factories, leather tanning factories, etc.

And form an assembly line operation.

The fourth step was to build a market area, with a guild hall used for trading, to manage the transactions and exchanges within the territory in a unified manner...

With so many buildings, expecting them to be completed immediately is too unrealistic.

Lynn didn’t demand that they be built in a short period.

As long as they were completed before winter, that would be enough!

...

Morrison Manor.

On the uppermost floor of the residence.

In a luxuriously decorated room.

Aiden’s face was full of gloom as he squinted his eyes and scolded, "Useless! Absolutely useless!"

"I sent you to Bordeaux City, and you couldn’t even get a meeting with the Marquis?"

Opposite Aiden.

Ford stood in place with his face a bloody mess, trembling and too afraid to speak.

Aiden frowned and continued to reprimand, "Talk, what exactly happened!"

The broken words came intermittently from his mouth: "Master... Master, I was... kicked out by the steward’s son of Marquis Ducas..."

"They said... what kind of person is a mere follower... and wanted to meet the Marquis..."

"They took the bribe you gave me, but... didn’t help with the introduction..."

Hearing this.

Aiden finally understood.

He had been looked down upon by Marquis Ducas.

To be precise, he was looked down upon by Mark Ducas, who had just inherited the Marquis title!

For the first time, he did not see Marquis Ducas, and was dismissed with a letter of territorial authorization.

This time, even his follower was beaten beyond recognition!

The key is.

This group of Iron Blood Brotherhood bandits had been on his territory for almost a month!

Even with the large quantities of food old Bower stored, it would not withstand the bandits endlessly consuming it!

He must find a way to change the current situation.

...

Time passed day by day.

On the territory.

Nearly thirty acres of castle foundations had already been excavated, entering the phase of wall construction.

In just a few days, the outer walls of the castle had already reached over a meter high.

The thickness of the walls, to ensure the stability and safety of the castle, Lynn had them built to a thickness of one meter.

Compared to those large main city castles with walls as thick as ten meters, Lynn did not require that.

With walls at the forest pass, as long as the number of soldiers is equal, the fortress is impregnable.

If extraordinary powers join the battlefield, crushing and destroying the walls, no matter how thick his castle walls are, they cannot resist.

A wall thickness of one meter is enough to withstand many attacks from ordinary forces.

However.

Lynn clearly felt that just having these eight hundred people rebuild the village.

The labor force is still somewhat insufficient!

There are simply too many buildings that need to be constructed.

Fortunately.

While Lynn was pondering where to draw more labor from which area.

Grayson arrived.

Grayson brought a large group of slaves, crossed the walls, crossed the forest, and arrived at his territory.

What surprised Lynn was.

Accompanying him, surprisingly, was Alan...

Seeing Grayson and Alan leap off the carriage together, speeding up their steps like a race, heading towards him.

It seemed both wanted to be the first to present themselves to Master Lynn while maintaining elegance.

Lynn’s eyebrows involuntarily raised.

He felt a strong competitive atmosphere from their expressions.

Grayson and Alan stood in front of Lynn, bowed in unison, and exclaimed, "Master Lynn!"

Lynn looked at them confusedly and asked, "What is this?"

The nearby George was also filled with curiosity.

Grayson was the first to speak, "Master Lynn, I have brought you the slaves you most need, a total of seven hundred people!"

"Oh yes, and the map of the Kaldi Empire that you most need..."

"Master Lynn, I went to great lengths to find this map!"

Seeing the scroll of parchment Grayson handed over, Lynn nodded in satisfaction, "Well done."

With this map, he can clearly understand the upstream direction of the Acadia River and know which manor lords are around!

Plus the seven hundred laborers, the village’s reconstruction speed can be accelerated.

Seeing Grayson’s ingratiating humble expression, Alan instantly cast a scornful look.

The next moment, Alan gave Lynn a sheepish smile, his words full of respect, "Master Lynn, I’ve brought you a large amount of food!"

"Fifty thousand pounds of barley, ten thousand pounds of wheat, ten thousand pounds of peas, and all kinds totaling tens of thousands of pounds of meat and vegetables..."

Lynn nodded, "You’ve done well too."

Slaves can enhance the territory’s development speed, and food can solve the eating problem of these village slaves.

Alan continued, "And, Master Lynn, I’ve prepared a grand gift for you!"

Lynn’s eyebrows slightly raised, looking curiously at Alan.

Beside him, Grayson seemed to have already known something, rolling his eyes in slight disinterest.

Alan clapped his hands.

A sound of hooves stepping on the lime-covered ground rang from behind dozens of carriages.

Lynn’s gaze involuntarily turned over.

He saw more than a dozen tall, long-limbed, elegantly developed stallions being led out by several guards.

Chestnut or brown or dark brown colored fur, even a glance could let people feel their extraordinary nature.

The dense and smooth fur gently fluttering in the breeze, exuding an extraordinary flair.

Coupled with their streamlined natural bodies, wide and flat backs, they can provide stability and good support for riders.

Compact abdomen, prominent muscle lines, showcasing their strong physique and excellent athletic abilities...

Lynn understood, these are warhorses!

With a thought, a string of text appeared.

[Badan Purebred Horses]: Top-tier warhorses with top-level speed and maneuverability, etc.

The introduction was simple, just a brief sentence.

However, those ’top-tier warhorses’ four words reveal the value of these horses.

Lynn’s eyes involuntarily lit up.

Alan explained, "Master Lynn, these are purebred horses from the Badan Empire, no other horses can rival them in ability!"

"Adult Badan Purebred Horses have large builds, with an average height of one and a half meters and a weight of about nineteen hundred pounds."

"Due to their tremendous power, they can carry heavy knights and weaponry, even as heavy cavalry mounts..."

"Simply put, Badan Purebred Horses are the dream of every knight!"

The Badan Empire is located east of the Kaldi Empire, neighboring the Tetlan Empire.

Compared to other empires, it’s just a small nation, barely noticeable.

However, due to the Badan Empire’s abundant supply of purebred horses and its ability to produce numerous warhorses, coupled with its perpetual neutral diplomatic stance.

Many mighty empires regard it as a horse breeding ground.

Because of that, Badan’s horse breeding skills continue to be passed down and improved.

The vast majority of sold warhorses on the continent come from the Badan Empire!

Lynn nodded.

He stepped forward, approaching the more than a dozen horses.

Scanning across these horses, Lynn’s gaze naturally fell on one particular black warhorse.

The black warhorse’s large and lively eyes were also fixed on Lynn.

Lynn raised his arm, reaching out to this warhorse.

What surprised everyone was, the black warhorse snorted and lowered its head to softly nuzzle his palm.

Lynn’s right hand petted the horse’s back, feeling the sense of power contained in its body, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

Retracting his right hand, Lynn looked toward Alan, "What’s the price of these warhorses?"

Alan’s face showed a smile, explaining, "Fifty Gold Pounds!"

As soon as he spoke.

Alan widened his eyes, looking at Master Lynn ahead.

Fifty Gold Pounds, what’s the concept?

It’s sixty thousand pounds of barley!

It’s twelve thousand pounds of wheat!

It’s over three hundred ordinary slaves!

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