Three hundred and twenty refugees require at least one hundred and sixty red brick houses.

If there aren't enough, they can only squeeze in and live together for a few nights. Once the new red brick houses are completed, they will be allocated and moved in.

Returning to the castle, the guards responsible for guarding the gate hurriedly opened the gate, allowing Lynn to ride in.

Inside the castle, Lynn dismounted, and the guards beside him immediately stepped forward to hold Mo Ying, leading it to the stables.

Kuisi, who had been waiting downstairs, promptly approached, "Master, you're back."

Lynn glanced at Kuisi and said, "In two hours, a batch of refugees will arrive in the town."

"Please arrange for the cooks to prepare some simple food for them."

Kuisi raised an eyebrow but showed no hesitation, "Alright, Master, I'll get on it right away."

Lynn nodded and, after sending two guards to accompany Kuisi, he ascended the staircase to the second floor of the castle.

...

The next morning.

Lynn awoke early.

After washing up, Lynn came to the dining table in the hall.

Having risen even earlier, Kuisi was setting Lynn's breakfast.

Egg custard, wheat porridge with minced meat, pan-fried bread, and a piece of pork with vegetables…

Sitting in the armchair at the head of the dining table, Lynn picked up a piece of bread with chopsticks and began to eat.

While eating, Lynn looked towards Kuisi.

At this moment, Kuisi clearly showed signs of fatigue with dark circles under her eyes.

Lynn asked Kuisi, "What time did the refugees arrive in town last night?"

Standing by, Kuisi explained, "It was past two in the morning. After they finished eating, because it was so cold, I arranged for them to stay in the remaining red brick houses."

"However, there weren't enough red brick houses. I found some pregnant women among them, so I prioritized them."

"The remaining refugees were crammed ten or so into a single red brick house, but they all managed to fit."

"Today, we need to arrange for construction workers to continue building red brick houses…"

Lynn nodded, "Well done."

Hearing Lynn's praise, Kuisi's previously drowsy expression instantly became more spirited.

Half an hour later.

After finishing breakfast, Lynn rode on Mo Ying and left the castle.

He arrived at the open square in front of the town.

Nearly three hundred refugees who had eaten breakfast stood neatly in formation at the guards' request.

On the way back to town from the city wall last night, Lynn had already thought of the use for these refugees.

Papermaking workshop, to produce paper!

Looking at the expectant faces, all looking at him.

Lynn announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, starting today, you will join the newly constructed papermaking workshop and become papermaking workers of the territory!"

"Under the guidance of the guards, you will go to the papermaking workshop, where foreman Colin will teach you how to produce paper!"

Hearing Lynn's words, the townsmen's faces showed a look of surprise.

Papermaking workshop?

They had never heard of it before…

However, since there would be teaching, they could naturally accept it.

With Lynn's command, nearly three hundred refugees, under the guards' guidance, marched towards the papermaking workshop outside the town.

Not far away, a young man dashed out from the refugee crowd, rushing towards Lynn.

Four or five guards were shocked and wanted to intercept him immediately.

But the young man easily avoided them with a few nimble steps.

Seeing the young man getting closer, the guards quickly called out, "Master, be careful!"

Subsequently, the guards drew their scimitars from their waists, striding forth in pursuit.

Lynn glanced at the young man.

He had seen this young man last night.

Wesley Don Quixote.

He claimed to be the last descendant of the Don Quixote family.

Clearly, Wesley Don Quixote was a man who understood decorum. When he was five meters from Lynn, he knelt down directly.

With his left leg bent and right knee directly on the red brick ground, his right hand in a fist on his chest.

While his left palm was upturned, extending forward.

Firm words resonated from Wesley Don Quixote's mouth.

"My Lord, I am Wesley Don Quixote. Please accept my loyalty!"

The soldiers arriving from behind were about to place their scimitars on Wesley Don Quixote's neck.

When they saw Lynn extend his right hand, they instantly understood, nodded in acknowledgment, and sheathed their scimitars, standing by.

Lynn once again looked towards Wesley Don Quixote.

A string of text appeared before Lynn's eyes.

[Name]: Wesley Don Quixote

[Age]: 25 years

[Abilities]: Hunting Level 3, Level 2 Production, Collection Level 2

[Attributes]: Attack D+, Defense C+, Speed D-, Constitution E-, Energy E-

[Talent]: Wind God's Blessing—the favor of the heavens accumulates wind on the arrows, increasing their power

[Skills]: Wind Power—the arrows shot are imbued with wind power, extending the effective range of the bow and can easily tear through armor

...

These refugees had just arrived in town, and he hadn't had the chance to check their attribute panels yet.

Wesley's attribute panel made his eyes light up slightly.

With the talent [Wind God's Blessing] and the skill [Wind Power].

Lynn felt that Wesley was more like a sniper!

Looking at Wesley kneeling in front of him, Lynn calmly said, "Why should I accept your loyalty?"

Wesley's face was momentarily stunned.

He indeed did not expect Lynn to ask him this question.

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