Just as he approached Ford, upon hearing such words, Aiden swung his scimitar down.

Crack!

The sound of the blade slicing through bone echoed.

As the sound subsided, Ford's head hit the ground with a 'thud' and rolled away.

Aiden's low voice emerged from his mouth.

"This is my territory; no one can take it away!"

Wiping his scimitar clean with a handkerchief, Aiden sheathed it.

He glanced down at the small piece of golden soft armor exposed in front of him, somewhat sighing.

"Old Ball's soft armor is indeed quite good."

"If he hadn't given it to me, maybe he wouldn't have died..."

In Aiden's mind, he immediately thought of the two young women from earlier.

"No, it's better that he's dead!"

Returning to his seat, Aiden shouted loudly towards the door: "Come!"

A few seconds later.

A follower quickly ran upstairs and, upon seeing the scene before him, his eyes widened instantly.

Though a bit shocked inside, he still maintained his composure.

Aiden glanced at him and said casually, "You're the chief attendant now."

"Take him out to feed the greyhounds; don't waste it."

Upon hearing Aiden's words, the follower's face immediately turned to joy.

"Yes, Master Aiden!"

The newly appointed chief attendant quickly called in two more followers to carry Ford's body away.

Several servants arrived to swiftly clean the blood off the floor and the blood-stained wool carpet.

Aiden ignored them, focusing his gaze on the newly appointed chief attendant.

He asked, "What's your name?"

The chief attendant promptly explained, "Master Aiden, my name is Ackman Reyes, I'm twenty-five years old, from Morgan Town."

Aiden nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, Ackman!"

"From now on, you will organize the followers to protect my safety and property, of course, you'll receive your due reward as well."

"But for now, I need you to prepare a carriage, I need to go out!"

Ackman responded excitedly, "Yes, Master Aiden."

After the words fell, Ackman turned and headed towards the door.

His face bore an irrepressible joy.

Even when looking at the slaves and maids, his gaze carried a sense of condescension.

So unrestrained was he in staring directly at those flashes of white.

The position of the chief attendant is just beneath Master Aiden!

As for why the previous Ford, and the one before that, Walker, died in front of Master Aiden.

Ackman didn't care.

Surely, they didn't know how to please Master Aiden!

...

In the cleared wasteland.

One hundred and forty wheel plows roamed the open ground like war machines.

Wherever the plow's edge went, the earth was cut open,

leaving deep furrows like natural chasms.

The deep soil was turned up, revealing dark fertile earth...

Lynn held the wheel plow, letting the two oxen in front move steadily.

It was only because Lynn had a strong build and enhanced his power with Energy Stones.

If it were a thin and weak villager, they might not be able to handle the constant force of the heavy plow.

[Planting Experience +1]

[Planting Experience +1]

[Planting Experience +1]

...

Experience increased little by little.

It had been seven days since the order to start clearing the land.

Lynn was either clearing weeds in the open ground, holding the wheel plow to cultivate the farmland, or guiding Colin and the villagers in the village to build workshops.

After continuously cultivating for two hours, Lynn arrived at the treehouse and quickly drank a few mouthfuls of Mint Soup.

A cool, comfortable feeling instantly surged through him.

Lynn couldn't help but burp a few times.

Tate, standing nearby watching, had a strange expression in his eyes.

The Lord in front of him gave him an indescribable feeling.

Though appearing young, he was extremely steady and cautious.

Friendly and amiable, yet exuding an inexplicable authority.

That was all fine,

but more importantly, the Lord in front of him seemed to be like a God sent from the heavens!

He knew various planting methods to increase crop yields and could make what could only be described as miraculous tools!

Stone mill water wheel, forging water wheel, irrigation water wheel, spinning wheel, and more...

He even built a Salt Factory and made fine salt himself!

Tate felt that someone like Lord Lynn was unprecedented and would never be surpassed!

If he could keep learning this knowledge from Lord Lynn, recording it on parchment, and spreading it worldwide...

Tate's heart began to race involuntarily!

Even if they stated the source as Lord Lynn, he, as the writer and recorder, would still become world-renowned!

How should the world address Lord Lynn?

How would they address him?

A scholar spreading advanced technology worldwide?

After drinking a few mouthfuls of soup, Lynn felt Tate's gaze and turned to look over.

Tate simply bowed politely.

He glanced at Tate's loyalty, which had already risen to 80%!

Lynn was slightly surprised.

Tate had only been on his land for a few days.

His growth was significantly faster than that of the villagers!

Lynn's gaze shifted to the distance.

There, the villagers continued to cultivate the farmland.

In seven days, the farmland cleared had already reached nearly ten thousand acres!

Perhaps because the villagers were overly enthusiastic, their efficiency in cultivating the land far exceeded his expectations.

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