System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 778 - 256: Can’t You Be a Little Gentler? (10,000 Words)
Waited until nightfall.
Only then did Lynn put the fishing rod into the [backpack].
He returned towards the town, accompanied by Red and several guards.
In just three hours, he caught six four-pound river fish!
With such achievements, if the air force anglers knew, they’d surely gnash their teeth.
Passing by the shipyard and dock, Lynn stopped in his tracks.
He gazed into the distance, where two Noel ships with sails unfurled were coming down the Aladia River.
Driven by the wind, even though loaded with various ores, the speed was still fast.
The second Noel ship had already undergone sea trials and was put into use.
Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
Currently, the shipyard’s production technology and ability are limited.
They can only produce some relatively simple dinghies and small ships.
However, as the shipyard’s workers continue with production and accumulate experience.
Soon, they will be able to skillfully produce medium-sized ships and large ships.
Even warships!
If he develops and equips cannons on the warships, he could control the sea authority.
Command the ocean’s discourse power and dominance.
Because truth only exists within the cannon’s shooting range!
Of course.
This is merely his current developmental plan.
To truly achieve it, further research in territorial technology is needed!
Watching the dock workers use pulleys to hoist baskets of ores from the Noel ships, unloading them methodically.
Then loaded onto draft horse carriages, transported to the Blacksmith Workshop for storage.
Observing briefly at the dock, Lynn left the dock and returned to the town.
Passing through the residential areas of Red Brick Houses.
Lynn arrived at the Lord’s Square.
Habitually sitting on a bench at the edge of the square.
His gaze admired the distant golden sunset and the long line of townsmen gathering for return.
Within them.
Naturally, there were those who had just arrived at his territory from Morgan Town; Free People, Peasants, and mercenaries.
Compared to initial nervousness and constraint.
Now, their expressions had visibly relaxed.
Mingling in the groups, occasionally conversing with companions nearby.
Faces occasionally showing a hint of a smile.
That feeling, like they were in their own familiar town or village.
After a day’s labor, chatting while heading home.
Leisurely and carefree, without any pressure or worry in life.
However.
Even if they had pressure and worry, Lynn wouldn’t be too concerned.
On this land, the living conditions he’s provided for the townsmen are excellent.
Apart from daily labor, the rest of the time belongs entirely to the townsmen.
They could do anything they wanted.
Even though some Free People and Peasants couldn’t temporarily accept and integrate.
Soon.
They would be assimilated by other townsmen.
After a brief observation.
Lynn rose from the bench and headed back towards the castle.
Just climbing up the stairs.
Maidens holding fire torches started entering his view, lighting tall oil lamps in the reception hall.
Compared to the other skilled maids.
A young maiden in a linen robe appeared much clumsier.
This young maiden was none other than Janet Frank, whom Lynn had brought back.
Behind Janet, Kuisi stood with arms crossed, calmly instructing.
"Every evening around six o’clock, before it gets dark, you must light the oil lamps for Master’s illumination."
"Every morning at eight o’clock, you must extinguish the oil lamps to save Master’s fish oil and resin."
Janet, lighting the lamps, remained silent.
Kuisi continued: "Master also has a habit of bathing."
"If he calls you for a massage when not in the castle, you must go."
"You need to perform full body massage."
"If you don’t know how, you need to learn quickly."
Upon hearing this.
Janet, just lighting the lamp, paused with her arm in mid-motion.
Serving Lynn tea and water was one thing.
She still needed to massage him?
A full body massage?
Kuisi continued indifferently to Janet’s expression.
"I understand, since you were a manor lord, others served you."
"But now, you are Master Lynn’s maid."
"Naturally, you must do whatever Master Lynn wants."
"Not just for soaking massages, even warming the bed and serving at his side, we can’t refuse."
"Because our lives are given by Master Lynn; we are his property!"
Listening to Kuisi’s clear yet well-pronounced words.
Janet bit her lip.
Seeing Janet remained non-responsive, Kuisi asked: "Did you hear? Janet."
Janet nodded with unwillingness.
Kuisi, seeing this, let out a breath of relief.
This woman is indeed difficult to teach!
However.
Kuisi thought again and found it reasonable.
Janet Frank was the high-born granddaughter of a manor lord!
Raised in luxury, never lacking anything.
How could she understand these rules of serving others?
To train her into a qualified maid seems to require quite some time.
Just about to take Janet and light the next tall oil lamp.
