A hundred townsmen each held a tool in hand, and were driving several draft horse carts.

Upon seeing their Lord leave, their eyes instantly gleamed with bright light.

Surprise, excitement, admiration, reverence...

Lynn glanced at them, taking in all their expressions.

He spoke, "Perhaps you don't know why I've chosen to leave you hunderd people behind."

"What you're going to do next relates to the entire territory and to all the townsmen who have sacrificed and contributed to the territory."

The hundred townsmen grew increasingly puzzled.

Lynn continued, "I'm going to take you to the edge of the mountain range, to quarry large blocks of stone and create a monument statue!"

"The names of those unfortunate sacrificed townsmen will be engraved on the monument, to be remembered by the living and future generations!"

Upon hearing this, the doubt on the townsmen's faces instantly vanished.

They recalled what Master Lynn said that night in the dining hall.

It turned out that Master Lynn had never forgotten.

Their breathing became rapid and their chests started to heave quickly.

Lynn called to the crowd, "Set off! Destination, the edge of the mountain range!"

"Yes!"

The unified response resounded from the mouths of all the hundred townsmen.

With great momentum, those working and passing nearby looked on curiously.

Lynn also joined the crowd and headed into the distance.

Now the task of quarrying and transporting stone blocks was nothing like the initial work of making grindstones.

With only four people at the start, it was necessary to break the stones to a suitable size at the foot of the mountain before they could be transported by ox cart back to the village.

Now, a hundred sturdy laborers held expertly crafted Cross Pickaxes, Iron Hoes, and Iron Hammers, and even pulleys!

The ground was lined with smooth lime stone roads!

Both the difficulty of quarrying and transportation had been significantly reduced.

After more than an hour.

Lynn and the group arrived at the edge of the mountain range.

Despite reduced difficulty, to produce a statue nearly ten meters high, they could only adopt a block by block method to transport several tons of granite back to the town.

Then stack the granite and carve it...

Watching as each townsman found a whole stone and began separating it from the mountain,

Lynn didn't idle but joined the stone Collection himself.

Ding~

Ding Ding~

Ding Ding Ding~

Each strike of the Cross Pickaxe rang out with a clear and pleasant sound.

[Collection Experience +1]

[Collection Experience +1]

[Collection Experience +1]

...

After an hour.

A huge block of granite weighing almost ten tonnes began to loosen.

Voices of townsmen warnings resounded from above.

"Watch out for rolling stones, watch out for rolling stones!"

"Get further away, quickly move further away."

"..."

When the townsmen below retreated.

Lynn, with dozens of townsmen, pushed a dozen meters long iron rods wedged between the granite and mountain surface towards the rear.

The originally cracked granite block began to wobble.

Nearby, dozens of townsmen quickly threw granite pieces into the cracks.

Firmly wedging the granite to prevent it from reverting to its original form.

Lynn and the crowd again inserted iron rods into the base, exerting force to knock the granite again.

Repeatedly continuing the process.

Where Lynn and the crowd stood was nearly halfway up the mountain.

Pulley systems could not be set up.

Without the use of explosives, they resorted to the most primal mining methods.

Fortunately, with enough manpower, collaboration in mining was possible.

Otherwise, relying on a few people's power was impossible.

After half an hour more.

The separation angle between the granite block and mountain surface became increasingly apparent, nearing forty-five degrees!

Ready to roll down with just one final pry.

Lynn looked behind him at dozens of townsmen as they gasped for breath with mist endlessly emitted from their mouths and nostrils.

Even their cheeks bore the heavy beads of sweat.

Lynn spoke, "Hold on, one more pry and it's succeeded."

"Once transported back, I'll have Lex send you wine!"

At Lynn's words, the hundred townsmen's faces lit with surprise.

"Wine to drink?"

"Lord, we heard that Lord Lex produced gin, golden and bright..."

"Can we taste it?"

"Yes, yes, they say the gin is very potent..."

"..."

Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking directly at the few townsmen speaking, "Who did you hear this from?"

Seeing Lynn's gaze fall on them, the previously lively townsmen lowered their heads somewhat reluctantly.

They dared not look Lynn in the eye.

One townsman, unable to withstand the pressure, nervously said, "My Lord... it was Lord Flint bragging to us when we heard..."

Watching their cautious expressions, Lynn's lips curled up, "Yes, as long as you manage to transport this granite weighing over ten tonnes back."

"I'll let you all taste the gin!"

The townsmen almost unanimously raised their heads, exchanging glances of disbelief.

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