Of course, it's the fertility of the soil!

Many farmers have never realized this.

They still practice planting by just scattering seeds and relying on the weather!

Tate understood that by farming this way, there would surely be a bountiful harvest next year!

If such a masterpiece could be spread around the world.

What would happen?

The global food production would greatly increase!

It might even change the current world landscape!

Thinking of this, Tate looked towards the back,

there, Master Lynn was standing under the sunlight, letting the sun shine on him.

At this moment, he was so majestic!

Tate took out the metal pen and parchment from his bosom again, quickly recording.

A short while later.

After jotting down all the details, Tate wanted to find Lynn.

But he found that Lynn's figure had already disappeared.

He walked over to Red and asked, "Sir, may I know where Lord has gone?"

Red glanced at him casually, then looked ahead.

Upon seeing the burly man in front of him remaining silent, Tate seemed to have thought of something and followed his gaze.

Tate's eyes couldn't help but widen again.

The Lord, Master Lynn, was cleaning weeds just like the villagers?

What was this situation?

…

Time slowly passed by.

During these few short days, five to six groups of nearly sixty to seventy villagers seeking refuge arrived at Lynn's territory.

Only from them did he learn that the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps had become increasingly rampant.

In just a few days, they had already plundered three or four villages.

However, Manor Lord Aiden Morrison took no action.

For the arrival of these villagers, Lynn chose to receive them all.

All were provided food and shelter, and he could obtain villagers with skills without having to spend fine salt for trading exchange, which he naturally accepted gladly.

The total population in the territory had already reached three thousand four hundred people!

But Lynn still felt there wasn't enough labor.

The main castle and the handicraft workshop district were still not completed.

The Blacksmith Workshop still had three empty spots, waiting for villagers with forging skills to fill in.

The Bow and Arrow Workshop similarly needed craftsmen with production skills.

Especially, the armed soldiers in the territory only numbered three hundred even now!

However.

Regardless, the current development was much better than before!

Pressing down that slightly urgent emotion, Lynn glanced at the Heavenly Artifacts panel.

Collection: Level 1 (178/200) (+)

Lynn returned to clearing the weeds in the wasteland again.

…

At dusk.

A fast horse galloped along the manor's road under the shining sun.

Looking at the increasingly close mansion ahead, Ford urged the horse to speed up once again.

Soon.

The fast horse stopped at the mansion's entrance, a follower hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the reins.

Ford dismounted quickly and rushed inside the mansion.

Tap, tap, tap!

Amidst the curious gaze of the surrounding attendants, he dashed up the staircase and reached a room on the third floor.

Before getting close to the door, a piercing sound reached Ford's ears.

Accompanied by rhythmic applause.

Ford instantly understood what was happening in that room.

He dared not approach, pacing back and forth at a distance.

Even though Ford was anxious, he dared not interrupt Master Aiden's good times.

Until five minutes later.

With a deep bellow, the sounds in the room gradually ceased.

Only then did Ford walk toward the room.

Without even knocking, the door opened first.

Two women with flushed faces hurriedly ran out of the room.

Not caring about the exposed white cleavage behind them at all.

Ford greedily glanced a few times.

He remembered that one of these women seemed to be a concubine of Old Baolna?

Aiden's voice came from inside the room, "Come in!"

Upon hearing this, Ford stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, the stench and body odor in the air almost made him retch.

That was the smell generated from strenuous exercise.

Fortunately, Ford managed to hold back.

Ford dared not waste time, quickly beginning his report.

"Master Aiden, the bandits have gone mad!"

"They've attacked seven of your villages! The villagers are either dead or fled."

"They didn't even care for the newly cultivated land..."

After speaking, there was a long delay without any response from Master Aiden.

Ford slightly raised his eyelids and glanced up.

He found Aiden sitting on a leather seat, covered in large beads of sweat.

Clearly.

He hadn't yet recovered from the earlier activity.

Aiden seemed to be contemplating something, as his breathing became heavier and thicker.

A few seconds later.

Aiden uttered in a deep voice, "That cursed Mark Ducati!"

"How did such a brute inherit the Marquis title?"

"Does he really not care about the lives of his vassals?"

Upon hearing Aiden's words, Ford immediately bowed his head, pretending not to hear anything.

As a Marquis's vassal, Aiden could curse the Marquis in his manor without consequence.

Because everything here belonged to him.

But if as a follower, he dared to join the conversation...

If he responded well, perhaps nothing would happen.

If he responded poorly... a dead end!

Aiden looked ahead at Ford and questioned, "Ford, as my Chief Attendant, do you not have any solutions?"

"If so, what use do I have for you?"

"A group of dogs that only know how to wag their tails for pity?"

Upon hearing such words.

Ford's heart skipped a beat.

Unexplainable danger flashed in his mind.

Ford's brain spun quickly.

A few seconds later.

Ford quickly spoke, "Master, I think there are three ways to thoroughly resolve this bandit force."

Aiden was instantly interested, somewhat surprised, "Oh? Tell me!"

Ford continued, "First, request aid from Marquis Ducas, but you need to go there yourself."

The last encounter was still fresh in Ford's mind, even some of his teeth were missing.

Upon hearing this, Aiden's eyelids narrowed slightly, "What's the second method?"

Ford hesitantly said, "Spend a large sum to hire mercenaries to obliterate the Iron Blood Brotherhood!"

"Currently, the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps should number around sixty people, perhaps it won't cost too many Gold Pounds!"

Aiden's voice grew colder, "The third one!"

Ford's voice became somewhat stammered.

"Invite neighboring Lords to join forces to eliminate the bandits!"

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