On the blade, there were also faint patterns.

Together with the carvings on the sheath and handle, they formed a unified whole.

The nearby apprentices had already stepped back.

Lynn swung the sword a few times without any hesitation.

After removing the sheath, the four-pound sword blade felt perfect in Lynn's hand, complemented by the skill of [One-Handed Weapon Mastery].

Lynn instantly understood the techniques and advantages of using this one-handed sword.

The one-handed sword, with its flexible operation, allowed the wielder to be more agile and swift.

In combat, one could quickly switch between thrusting, slashing, and chopping attack styles.

Faced with a close-range assault from a dagger-wielding assassin, Lynn could easily use the one-handed sword to block and counterattack!

The advantages of a one-handed sword were even more apparent in close-quarter combat.

Moreover, it was convenient to carry; he could even hang the one-handed sword on his waist all the time without feeling tired or hindered.

Of course.

Having advantages naturally means there are also disadvantages.

The attack power of a one-handed sword is limited, making it difficult to rely on for a full-force blow like a two-handed sword, which can gather the whole body's strength to cause catastrophic destruction.

It also can't penetrate the heavy armor of opponents!

But Lynn didn't care.

As a Lord!

He couldn't possibly always rush to the front line like a military leader in every battle.

If it truly came to the time for a charge, Lynn could grip a winged spear tightly and charge!

Lynn's gaze shifted to a piece of linen cloth in front of him.

Flint immediately understood his intent and moved forward to retrieve it.

Flint held the edge of the tattered linen cloth with both hands, waiting for Lynn's sword test.

The tip of the longsword in Lynn's right hand lightly swept across, and the linen was instantly sliced open down the middle.

The cut was neat, without the slightest raggedness!

Lynn nodded in satisfaction and said to Flint, "A very fine blade!"

Flint indeed had a Level 4 [Forging] skill like a dwarf!

Such forging skills were far beyond his current capabilities.

Moreover, this was just an ordinary longsword without enchantment.

If it could be enchanted...

Flint seemed to understand the thoughts in Lynn's mind and began explaining.

"Unfortunately, Lord, there's no magic ore. If there were magic ore, it could be integrated for enchantment..."

Lynn responded, "There will be in the future!"

"Sir Flint, for both armor and weapons in the future, I need such forging craftsmanship."

Only high-quality weapons and armor could allow soldiers in battles to achieve victories more easily through external forces.

Flint answered, "Yes, Lord."

After instructing Flint, Lynn walked out of the blacksmith workshop.

Unlike when he came, he now carried the one-handed sword with the black sheath by his side.

He walked past rows of red brick houses and turned through corners.

Soon.

Lynn arrived at the open space outside the school.

Even before he got close, the teaching voice of Tate for the students occasionally sounded from the school.

Over a hundred students, all with wide-open eyes, watched Tate, their eyes full of curiosity and longing for knowledge.

Let alone them, even their parents, their grandparents, and several generations back had never experienced any form of education.

In this world, unless there is a major transformation or a great encounter, commoners would remain commoners for life.

They could never break free from the shackles of class status!

That was their fate.

But now things were different.

These children met him!

As long as these children learned the knowledge taught by Tate, their social status would transcend that of ordinary townsmen!

The knowledge they learned would place them above the ordinary townspeople.

Because Lynn needed more people like Tate to spread this knowledge.

Currently, although his territory was just this wide open wasteland,

But in the future?

Perhaps it would be a city, a county, or a nation!

Then these over a hundred children would become messengers spreading knowledge!

Lynn watched as Tate stood in front of a blackboard pieced together by planks, holding a piece of fist-sized lime.

He couldn't help but frown.

It was necessary to construct a papermaking workshop, producing ink and metal pens, among other tools.

Otherwise, the knowledge taught by Tate would only reside in the memories of these children.

But having never experienced it, how could they possibly remember everything?

It must be written on paper so they could repeatedly review it, recite and memorize, and then experiment to thoroughly remember it.

Once the apprentices under Colin complete the hospital construction,

the labor force of the woodworker workshop could be invested in the construction of the papermaking workshop.

Lynn was about to withdraw his gaze when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

Following his instincts, he looked over.

Only to see Sienna staring directly at him with wide eyes.

Beneath that gaze, Lynn felt a bit uncomfortable.

Lynn guessed it might be related to Sienna's identity...

Lynn did not disturb Tate and the students; after surveying the area, he left.

Glancing at the time, Lynn, accompanied by two guards, went straight to the dock to continue fishing.

At the riverside, Lynn skillfully hooked chicken innards onto the fishhook, flicked his left hand, and the bound reed float landed on the river's surface.

Lynn sat quietly on a wooden stool placed by one of the guards.

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