System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 736 - 249: This Will Be a War of Liberation (10,000 Words)
Lynn’s inquiry was not loud, yet it reverberated throughout the entire reception hall.
It wasn’t just Lynn’s gaze.
Seated at the dining table, the eyes of Rose and Wesley, Colin and Yimini.
Even Flint, holding a glazed wine bottle, looked curiously at Ehrelo.
The previously relaxed and leisurely banquet atmosphere gradually became heavy.
An invisible pressure weighed down on Ehrelo.
Not just because of their gazes.
More so because of the lordly aura that Master Lynn unintentionally exuded at that moment.
That aura quickened his heartbeat and breathing.
Ehrelo inhaled a sharp breath, making his voice calm and steady.
"Master, according to your calculations, it would indeed take three months."
"However, the blacksmith workshop now has seventeen hundred people."
"As I continually teach and improve their forging skills."
"The production of one thousand four hundred and fifty sets of composite armor will definitely take less than three months!"
Lynn stared directly at Ehrelo and said in a deep voice, "I need an exact time."
Ehrelo furrowed his brows tightly and fell silent, seemingly deep in thought.
A few seconds later.
Ehrelo suddenly lifted his head, meeting Lynn’s gaze, and replied.
"Two months! Master, I need two months!"
Lynn nodded, "Very well, I will give you two months."
"If, after two months, I don’t see one thousand four hundred and fifty sets of armor and weapons."
"You, as the foreman of the blacksmith workshop, can step down and go dig in the open-pit coal mines."
"You can return when I say you can."
Ehrelo was taken aback, but he made no excuses.
He firmly and resolutely responded, "Yes, Master!"
The others seated beside him had varied expressions.
From the questions just now, they too felt Lynn’s oppressive presence.
With the command of the lord.
Everyone must exert their utmost effort to complete their mission.
Signaling that Ehrelo could sit down, Lynn turned his gaze to Yimini next to him.
Aware it was her turn, Yimini immediately stood up, waiting for Master Lynn’s words.
Lynn looked directly at Yimini and began, "Foreman Yimini, the blacksmith workshop needs to forge one thousand four hundred and fifty sets of composite armor plates."
"This means your weaving workshop also has one thousand four hundred and fifty sets of composite armor to assemble and fabricate."
"However, fortunately, the weaving workshop does not need to produce weapons."
"Let’s hear it, how much time do you need from me?"
Yimini made no excuses and promptly replied, "Two months’ time."
"As long as the blacksmith workshop completes the corresponding armor plates and delivers them to the weaving workshop in batches."
"At most, in two months, we can complete the assembly."
Lynn nodded, needing no inquiry about the consequences of not completing the task.
Yimini promptly said, "If the fabrication is not complete in two months."
"I too can go and do the mining!"
Lynn replied, "Very well."
"The blacksmith workshop and weaving workshop, I give you both two months."
Similarly, he let Yimini sit down. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
He then looked at Flint, whose face was flushed, "Sir Flint."
About to drink the gin in his glazed cup, Flint hurriedly set the cup down.
"Lord."
Lynn said, "Your abilities are strong, whether in [forging] or [construction]."
"I have always respected people with technical skills."
"Even though I acquired you from a slave merchant at great expense."
"I have nonetheless provided you with superior living conditions."
Flint blinked his bulging eyes, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Lynn continued, "Let’s temporarily set aside enchantment enhancement."
"Of course, as ordinary people, they do not have the ability to learn it."
"However, I need you to bring up all two hundred of your blacksmith apprentices."
"Make them true blacksmiths."
"At the very least, in the future they should independently forge sets of armor!"
Flint nodded in understanding, explaining, "Lord, I too need only two months."
"Two months later, I will have two hundred blacksmith apprentices present their learning outcomes."
"Two hundred sets of scale armor with chain liner!"
Lynn nodded in satisfaction, "Very good."
"Likewise, if not completed, I will cut off your supply of gin, Sir Flint."
Flint’s mouth opened slightly, about to speak.
But feeling Lynn’s direct gaze, he ultimately gave up.
Even though he usually argued with Lynn, now was obviously not the right time.
Having lived over a hundred years, Flint did not intend to challenge the lord’s authority on such a formal occasion.
Flint lowered his head in acknowledgment.
Lynn’s gaze shifted once more, landing on Jose.
"Foreman Jose."
Jose, who had been keeping his head down, heard Lynn call his name.
He immediately got up from his wooden chair and respectfully responded, "Lord, Jose is here."
Lynn acknowledged, "Tell me about the current production progress of the Bow and Arrow Workshop."
Jose did not hesitate, "Master, currently the Bow and Arrow Workshop has a total of three hundred people."
"To improve production efficiency, I have divided them into teams."
"Initially, the first hundred people, because they have the corresponding production experience and techniques, I have let them continue making standard longbows."
"According to the current production efficiency, the hundred people can produce ten qualified standard longbows in a day with assembly line work."
