System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 787 - 257: I Am the Duke Cangyu (10,000 Words) (Part 4)
Lynn did not stop walking and headed straight back to the castle.
Amidst the salutes from the townsmen.
Lynn returned to the castle.
Inside the reception hall.
One by one, the tall oil lamps had already been lit by the maids.
Kuisi, who was setting the dinner, respectfully called out.
"Master, you’re back."
Lynn, gradually walking in, replied casually.
His gaze slipped past Kuisi and looked at Janet standing at the back.
Janet’s eyes were brimming with resentment as she quickly lowered her head and softly called out.
"Lord... Master."
Lynn stepped past the two of them and walked directly to the lord’s throne, comfortably sitting atop. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Kuisi followed and reminded, "Master, you’ll need to wait a while for dinner."
"Do you need me to prepare hot water for you?"
Lynn nodded in response, "Go ahead, I’ve been busy all day and I’m covered in sweat."
Kuisi smiled slightly, "Okay, Master, I’ll go arrange it now."
Kuisi’s gaze turned towards Janet.
Standing aside, Janet’s face instantly froze.
But soon.
She understood and responded.
"I’ll... I’ll go now."
As the words fell, Janet quickly retreated.
Seeing how quickly Kuisi had guided her into becoming a maid.
Lynn couldn’t help but praise, "Kuisi, you’ve taught well."
"From now on, all the maids will be managed by you."
Kuisi, hearing this, was just about to respond,
a big question surfaced in her mind.
Maid in the future?
The ordinary maids who serve daily life.
Or like Janet, those who also warm the bed?
Or ’all the maids’?
Would there be many, many?
Without Lynn saying more, Kuisi naturally wouldn’t ask more.
Kuisi answered, "Okay, Master."
Lynn pondered for a moment and said nothing further to Kuisi.
With a thought, he opened the Resident Information Column and began screening through it.
Even though he knew Morgan Town’s free people and the peasants of Frank Manor were engaged in the simplest planting or breeding.
Lynn still wanted to select people with Talent, Skills, or those of high levels.
Talent is the most precious human resource at any time.
As thoughts swirled in Lynn’s mind.
From the Nine Great Skills to the Seven Skills of the Knight, then to Talent, Skills, and even high Attribute levels.
He did not overlook anything.
Even so.
From these six thousand people, Lynn only managed to select eight with Third-level Planting, five with Third-level Breeding, nine with Third-level Cooking, among others, talents only.
Add up to less than fifty people!
Apart from those with third-level skills as talents.
There were over three hundred with second-level skills.
They could actually be transferred from their current positions and assigned to the corresponding positions.
Initially, Lynn thought.
Among these personnel, there were quite a few soldiers from Frank Manor and mercenaries from the Blade Wind Corps.
Some systematically trained knights.
To systematically teach children in the territory school the Seven Skills of the Knight.
Especially within some mercenary corps.
Often, there would be some knights desolate from losing their territory or familial decline, or those eager for wealth and honor.
Hoping to use the power of the mercenary corps to restore their past glory.
After a round of screening and searching.
Lynn was not at all surprised by what he found.
Neither the mercenaries of the Blade Wind Corps nor the soldiers of Frank Manor.
Were nothing more than ordinary folks.
Finding another knight like Wesley from a fallen noble family.
Certainly, it’s not easy.
Only step by step can it be done slowly.
As Lynn was screening, Kuisi had already led the maids to start setting up today’s dinner.
Kuisi walked to the steps below the lord’s throne platform and reminded.
"Master, you may have dinner now."
Upon hearing Kuisi’s reminder, Lynn responded.
With a thought, he closed the Resident Information Column.
Standing from the lord’s throne, he walked towards the dining table.
Seated at the main seat of the dining table, under the service of Kuisi and a few others, Lynn began to enjoy today’s dinner.
Outside the castle.
The sky turned into a black curtain that enveloped the entire world.
...
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Praying Wind City.
Inside Duke Cangyu’s Castle.
In the duke’s master bedroom.
Supported by two maids in thin robes.
Coleman Cangyu, bare-chested, stepped out of the private chamber.
No command needed from Coleman, as two maids held clean silk cloths to wipe the water droplets from his body.
Their movements were light and meticulous.
Because the robes on the maids were too loose.
With every arm movement, the round whiteness in front of them flickered faintly.
Despite the whiteness being something he had long been accustomed to and played with many times.
Yet this fleeting view still stirred his inner unrest.
His eyes fixated on the alluring snowy scenery.
After watching for a few minutes.
Coleman could no longer suppress the agitation within him.
He stretched his arms and wrapped them around the waist of the maid beside him.
The maid, more than understanding, leaned her body in closer.
Feeling the softness of the maid’s front imprinting on his chest.
Coleman’s eyebrows couldn’t help but lift upward.
His right hand slowly moved from the maid’s waist downward to the prominent curves.
