System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 754 - 252: Last Chance (10,000 Words)

Seeing Wyatt’s excited expression, Keith became interested.

He curiously asked, "How many Gold Pounds are there in total?"

Wyatt responded immediately without hesitation, "Brother, there is a Merchant Guild in the small town."

"Although the Chamber of Commerce President is not here, they still found a large amount of Gold Pounds from the Guild."

"Plus other merchants and some Free People..."

"In total, there are three thousand eight hundred Gold Pounds!"

Hearing the figure reported by Wyatt, Keith couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

"So much?"

He was indeed a bit surprised.

Morgan Town, so remote.

After turning it upside down and ransacking it, there would be so many Gold Pounds?

The next moment.

Keith thought of something.

The bulk of the three thousand eight hundred Gold Pounds couldn’t possibly come from the Free People at the bottom of Morgan Town.

The only possibility is the Merchant Guild Wyatt mentioned.

Keith asked Wyatt, "What kind of goods does the Merchant Guild you mentioned trade in?"

Wyatt’s eyes shifted, and after thinking for a few seconds, he replied, "Brother, it seems to be crops, barley, wheat, and the like."

Keith frowned.

Barley and wheat?

Even though the prices of barley and wheat have been skyrocketing recently,

but dealing with the most basic crops, coupled with transport limitations,

even a long-standing crop business couldn’t accumulate so many Gold Pounds.

Thoughts raced through Keith’s mind.

He suddenly felt like he caught onto some clue.

But he couldn’t quite put it into words.

Looking at the grinning Wyatt in front of him, Keith said, "Keep these Gold Pounds safe!"

"With these Gold Pounds, we can gather more members, buy a large batch of armor and weapons, and arm the brothers."

"Only then will our Blade Wind Corps have a bigger stage!"

Currently, the Blade Wind Corps has a thousand members.

However, due to the lack of armor and standard weapons, their overall strength is extremely limited.

This also makes many Great Lords look down on their Blade Wind Corps.

Not to mention hiring them to go to the battlefield.

They are not even willing to hire them for simple guard escort tasks.

But with these Gold Pounds, everything can improve.

Wyatt did not hesitate and responded, "Got it, brother, I’ll go right away."

Keith nodded, letting Wyatt step back.

After watching him walk away, Keith waved to summon two subordinates.

He had the two enter the room to carry out the body of the dead girl on the ground.

And after the two cleaned the blood on the ground and left.

Only then did Keith close the door and walk toward the big bed.

Looking at the woman lying on the bed.

The rounded whiteness beneath the thin blanket was faintly visible.

The interest Keith had lost gradually resurfaced.

He moved his body, climbed onto the bed, and lay beside the woman.

His hands moved, embracing the woman lying on her side with her back to him tightly.

The round softness at the back of the woman pressed closely against his front.

Meanwhile.

Keith’s right hand also started to roam and explore.

In just a few minutes.

Keith sensed the woman’s physical changes.

His eyebrows lifted, his breathing and heartbeat began to accelerate.

Just as Keith was about to flip over and pin the woman beneath him.

Outside the room, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly rang out.

The next second.

Wyatt’s shout came from outside the door.

"Brother, something’s wrong!"

The initially enthusiastic Keith instantly frowned.

His face was full of anger as he shouted toward the door, "What’s wrong?"

"Wyatt, you’re always being so reckless, what exactly do you want?"

Outside the door, Wyatt hurriedly replied, "Brother, the Church... the Church caught fire."

"It’s burning quickly and spreading to the houses on both sides!"

Keith frowned, releasing the white right hand he was holding against the woman’s chest.

He got off the bed, picked up the clothes thrown beside the bed, and began to put them on.

After a few minutes.

Keith, wearing a linen robe and leather armor, walked toward the door again.

With a face full of anger, he opened the door.

Seeing the anxious Wyatt in front of him, Keith couldn’t help but glare at him.

Without letting Wyatt speak.

Keith stepped out of the room, walked through the corridor, and came to an open window.

The moment he leaned out the window, the strong smell of burning smoke instantly filled his nostrils.

Keith’s gaze shifted, looking into the distance.

Although the burning Church was obstructed by several houses,

he could still see the flames, coloring the sky red and orange.

There was also a column of thick smoke with sparks, rising straight into the night.

If such a massive fire isn’t controlled,

not to mention the Church and nearby houses,

the entire town might not survive!

Retracting his body, Keith quickly walked down the stairs.

He glanced at the closely following Wyatt, and asked in a deep voice.

"Didn’t I assign personnel to patrol in and out of the town?"

"Why is there such a big fire?"

Wyatt’s face was full of tension, he hesitated, "Brother... I don’t know either."

"I was about to hold a beauty and sleep."

"Someone suddenly came to report to me, so I came to notify you immediately..."

Keith did not speak, walking while deep in thought.