Other manor lords simply cannot possess such strength!

However, even if he's aware, he doesn't dare to casually guess Master Lynn's thoughts.

To speak nicely, he is Master Lynn's partner merchant.

Responsible for purchasing and transporting the necessary goods from outside to Master Lynn's territory.

To put it unkindly, he's just a leech attached to Master Lynn!

Completely reliant on Master Lynn's favor for his achievements today.

Boer continued speaking, "However, Master Lynn, my people happened to discover that some manor lords in Morgan Town have met."

"The discussion seems to be about Aiden!"

"But I haven't heard what it specifically is yet..."

"However, if I find out more later, I can inform Master Lynn immediately."

Lynn responded but didn't pursue the topic further.

Shortly thereafter.

Lynn and Boer returned to the Lord's Square in front of the town.

The townsmen had already unloaded all the grain from the carts.

Currently, they were carrying bags of fine salt upwards.

After half an hour, all the fine salt was moved up.

George came to Lynn and Boer, explaining, "Sir, the four thousand one hundred pounds of fine salt are all loaded."

Boer, standing next to them, spoke, "Master Lynn, should I take my leave then?"

"The total amount of grain you need is quite large, I need to find more local crop merchants to purchase from various towns!"

Lynn nodded, "Then I must trouble Mr. Boer."

Boer bowed slightly to show respect, stepped back a few steps, then turned and left.

Watching Boer lead the carriage convoy away, Lynn finally withdrew his gaze.

As for the intelligence information Boer mentioned...

It was within his expectations.

The ruin of a small manor, drawing extensive attention, would naturally be known by those related to Morrison.

Traveling merchants who usually deliver goods to Morrison Manor, or Free People with employment ties to Aiden, etc...

As soon as he goes to Morrison Manor, he can immediately sense something unusual.

The network of interpersonal relationships, like a large net.

He naturally cannot completely remove it from this net!

All he can do is accelerate the development of the territory and enhance its military power.

Only with solid strength can he fend off invaders or wage external battles!

Suppressing his thoughts, Lynn returned to the area being reclaimed.

Rolling up his sleeves, he stepped into the wasteland and began clearing weeds and tree roots...

[Planting Experience +1]

[Planting Experience +1]

[Planting Experience +1]

...

In Lynn Territory, the reclamation was in full swing.

Time passed day by day.

With the concerted efforts of five thousand people, areas overgrown with yellowing weeds were cleared into patches of empty land.

All that was needed was to drive the Wheel Plow pulled by oxen and draft horses for plowing.

Afterwards, it could be used for planting barley!

After continuous plowing for five days, Lynn drew two hundred people from the plowing team.

To sort and soak barley seeds in the warehouse.

Even though the warehouse's barley seeds cannot satisfy the planting for fifty thousand acres of farmland.

They'd plant as many as possible!

Fortunately, with the presence of the grain windmill, sorting plump barley seeds from the barley wasn't complicated.

Even townsmen with no experience could easily use the grain windmill after a brief learning period.

Sorted barley seeds needed to be soaked in saltwater to disinfect and sterilize, also promoting seed growth.

After several days of plowing and preparation of barley seeds.

As Lynn organized the townsmen to start planting...

On the distant Sea of Vortex from Lynn Territory.

Two longships were swiftly sailing under the sea breeze.

Due to large waves, every time a wave was crossed, the longships oscillated fiercely.

The sails made of linen cloth were now blown full and round, making 'pup pup pup' vibrations.

In the longship's cabin.

Grayson walked on the path between slaves bound by iron chains or ropes.

Watching those faces, pale and thin from hunger.

He shouted loudly, "I know you're very hungry!"

"But there's no way, I'm a slave trader, even if you starve to death on the transport route, I only feed you once every three days."

"It's the rule for transporting slaves!"

"To make a foothold and earn buckets of money here, one must adhere to this rule!"

Feeling the eyes filled with resentment.

Grayson naturally knew that without guards protecting him, these slaves would want to tear him apart.

That's why Grayson never sympathizes with these people.

He is but a slave trader.

He merely buys slaves from selling lords or big figures and resells them to those needing lords or big figures.

He only makes a profit from the price difference.

Where there's buying, there'll surely be selling.

Grayson always believes he's done nothing wrong.

Grayson shouted again, "Rest assured."

"Since last year, none of the slaves passing through Uncle Grayson Brown's hands have been unappreciative of me."

"You're surely curious, why is that?"

"Because these slaves have all been sent by Uncle Grayson to a magical territory!"

"There, they live in clean and tidy Red Brick Houses!"

"Those are newly constructed Red Brick Houses, airtight, with coal distributed for heating during winter..."

"Three meals a day, with meat in the dishes..."

"Even, the Lord provides them with clean and tidy new clothes!"

The previously lost and terrified slaves heard this and their eyes showed a glimmer of hope and longing.

But soon, they felt it unrealistic.

They were just captive slaves, what qualifications did they have to enjoy such superior conditions?

Grayson continued speaking, "If you had any money right now, I'd even charge an entrance fee to Master Lynn's territory from you!"

Sadly shaking his head.

He climbed the wooden stairs and reached the deck of the longship.

Grayson's gaze searched and finally settled on the figure at the bow, tall and slender.

Under the constant sea breeze, snow-white hair swayed rapidly...

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