Anthony, who had been watching the flames in the hearth, heard his name called.

He slowly raised his head and glanced casually at Fan Ke.

However, neither Anthony nor Hall spoke a word, waiting for Fan Ke to continue.

Fan Ke exhaled a breath mixed with the scent of alcohol, "I made an agreement with my men."

"After entering the territory beyond the city walls, they were to send back a message of successful infiltration after lying low for three days!"

"But now the agreed time has passed, they must have encountered misfortune."

Fan Ke stared directly at Anthony, his voice heavy with his words.

"Sir Anthony, I think we need to change our strategy!"

It was only at this moment.

Anthony looked at Fan Ke, "Well then... what is your plan?"

Hall widened his eyes, curiously watching Anthony.

Hearing Anthony's words, Fan Ke's face fell instantly.

Beside them, a hint of displeasure flashed across Tyrone, the deputy leader of the Storm Mercenary Corps.

After a few seconds.

Fan Ke spoke, "Sir Anthony, perhaps I have not placed myself correctly."

"You are the leader of this operation... we, the Storm Mercenary Corps, will fully carry out your orders!"

Anthony's cold eyes glanced at Fan Ke without saying a word.

No one spoke, and the entire wooden house immediately fell into silence.

Only the sizzling, bubbling sound of the moisture-laden firewood burning could be heard in the hearth.

And the sound of boiling water in the pottery pot placed beside the coals.

...

The next morning.

After breakfast, Lynn walked out of the red brick house.

As it drew closer to December, the temperature in Kaldi was getting increasingly colder.

Compared to yesterday, Lynn felt that today's temperature had dropped several degrees significantly.

Even though it was already eight in the morning, the cold wind blowing against Lynn's cheek made his skin tense.

Lynn paced toward the distant Handicraft Workshop District.

With the weather turning cold, he had to ensure that the townsmen received the coarse woolen robes.

Otherwise, such weather would be deadly for the townsmen working outside.

After laboring, they would sweat all over, causing their linen robes and pants to be soaked.

Once the work ended, the low temperature would immediately envelop them.

With one moment hot and the next cold, without warm clothing, they could easily catch a severe cold or develop a fever.

The hospital is still under construction, and if a large number of serious patients appear, Lynn would have no way to treat them.

After a short while.

Lynn arrived at the textile workshop.

In the workshop, two hundred women were laboring tirelessly.

One by one, the spun coarse wool threads were quickly and efficiently woven into pieces of coarse wool fabric by the spinning wheel.

The completed wool fabric pieces were then cut and sewn by the next group of women.

Finally, a comfortable and warm coarse woolen robe was completed.

Perhaps due to the spinning wheel, or perhaps because these women already had a foundation in making clothes.

A coarse woolen robe was being produced much faster than Lynn had imagined.

As Yimini, busy overseeing the work of the women, saw Lynn enter the workshop, she immediately went to greet him.

Reaching Lynn, Yimini spoke respectfully, "Master Lynn."

Lynn nodded, "How many have been made now?"

Without any hesitation, Yimini said, "Master, nearly two thousand have been produced."

"I roughly estimated the remaining coarse wool, and to make six thousand coarse woolen robes in total, we have enough materials."

Lynn looked at Yimini, "When can the remaining four thousand be completed?"

"The weather is getting colder."

Yimini naturally understood the implication in Lynn's words and quickly explained, "Master, at this pace, by the beginning of December, we'll have the remainder of the four thousand sets completed."

Lynn pondered for a moment.

It was now November 20th.

The beginning of December... that means twenty days are needed.

With two hundred people in the entire textile workshop...

Lynn shook his head, "Foreman Yimini, I can only allow ten days at most."

"That is, by December 1st, I want to see the six thousand coarse woolen robes."

"You can feel it yourself that the weather is getting colder; without warm clothing, townsmen laboring outside will easily fall ill."

"Unlike you, they can't work indoors, sheltered from the wind and rain!"

Upon hearing Lynn's words, Yimini's face fell; she solemnly replied, "Yes, Master, I guarantee to deliver six thousand coarse woolen robes by December 1st."

"If not, I await your punishment!"

Lynn acknowledged, "Go on then."

Yimini slightly bent her body and withdrew.

Watching Yimini's expression turn tense, Lynn remained unmoved.

He was the lord of this land.

His words were commands.

All he needed to do was issue orders, and these townsmen only needed to do their best.

That was enough.

Unlike the limited perspective of the townsmen.

Perhaps townsmen like Yimini saw the vast number of clothing items and questioned how two hundred women alone could produce four thousand sets in ten days?

As the lord, Lynn saw the overall development of the entire territory.

If all the coarse woolen robes are not produced in ten days, then the townsmen working outside would suffer from the onslaught of cold weather.

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