Lynn remained silent, lost in thought.

Seconds later.

Lynn spoke, "No problem, Scholar Tate. I will send guards and horses to escort you to Triumph City!"

Tate naturally understood Lynn's intentions and was completely unbothered, "Thank you very much, Master Lynn."

"If no unexpected events occur, I will return from Triumph City in just over a month!"

Lynn nodded, "Okay, then it's better early than late, let's depart tomorrow morning."

"However, Scholar Tate, remember to return swiftly, as these students still need your continued teaching!"

"Once a teacher, always a father!"

Hearing Lynn's words, Tate was momentarily stunned.

He softly whispered, repeating Lynn's words.

"Once a teacher, always a father..."

A short while later.

Tate spoke, "Master Lynn, even if I die on the road, my corpse will be escorted back by the guards!"

Lynn nodded.

He instructed Tate to retire and prepare the items for return.

As Lynn returned to the castle, he assigned Red to organize six guards to travel with Tate.

As for Tate's departure potentially sowing rebellious thoughts and leaking information about the territory...

Lynn had no concern.

Tate was a scholar!

Almost completely devoted to agricultural planting technology reform.

Apart from time dedicated to teaching lessons and taking meals and rest, all of Tate's time was spent in the fields.

One could even say he spent more time than the majority of farmers.

Understanding the production of waterwheels, irrigation canal methods, the reclaiming and planting technology, understanding the wheel plow...

Plus, Tate showed a loyalty level of up to ninety-five percent.

Should Tate rebel, Lynn would be speechless.

Then the accompanying guards could fulfill their role.

After instructing Red a few sentences, Lynn paced towards the Lord's Square in front of the town.

The townsmen finishing their labor were orderly returning to the town.

A day's work ended once more.

Lynn observed for a short while before returning to the castle.

After eating the dinner prepared by Kuisi, he continued writing about the garrison system for military promotion!

The garrison system has many advantages.

The self-sufficiency of the farming system, a complete hierarchy management structure, unified administration, and the stable military resources of hereditary households.

But on the contrary, the garrison system has great deficiencies.

Solders engaged long-term in farming lack training, leading to decreased combat effectiveness.

Serious corruption, where officers embezzle military funds, withhold soldier benefits, and the system's rigidity lacks flexibility.

Yet, the garrison system has not yet been drafted or implemented.

It can be crafted into an almost perfect system!

Firstly, cancel the hereditary household system, adopt a recruitment system, where soldiers enlist via selection, and upon service completion, can retire or be promoted!

The dual evaluation system of military service promotion and farming efficiency allows for promotion through military merits or agricultural contributions, or land rewards.

This enhances soldiers' combat effectiveness and farmers' labor enthusiasm!

Secondly, the garrison's portion of farming output can be traded in the garrison market or recycled into his territory.

The revenue from trade and recycling can be used to improve soldier living conditions.

Then, separate military and administration!

Garrison commanders and farming civil authorities will have separated powers, supervising each other to prevent officers from seizing land power.

Next, the area surrounding the garrison can include free people or even peasants, encouraging them to reclaim barren land and plant.

As long as they first pay taxes to the garrison, they may also receive guidance on planting techniques.

Finally, addressing soldiers' combat ability.

An elite field unit can be established directly under his command to address large-scale warfare.

A local garrison security force can be set up within the garrison for routine defense and farming.

Annual collective military training at fixed times...

If executed, it ensures the garrison system's military-civil unity advantages and mitigates later system shortcomings!

Achieving both ends!

...

At the same time, elsewhere.

Inside a small castle.

In the reception hall.

Several figures sat at both sides of a long table, quietly dining under the maid's service.

Perhaps due to wind gaps in the castle's corners, white candle flames on the table sputtered continuously.

Wisps of gray-black smoke drifted, emitting a faint burnt odor...

But this did not affect the dining of the Frank Clan.

Metal knives and forks, slicing meat, culminating in a screech on ceramic plates, repeatedly sounding.

As maids bustled back and forth, the men and women finally completed dinner.

At the head of the table.

Jonas picked up a silk handkerchief warmed and moistened by a maid, wiping his mouth.

Putting it down, he stood leisurely, Janet beside him hastily stood, extending arms to support Jonas.

Janet's gentle voice sounded, "Grandfather, I'll escort you to your room!"

Jonas glanced at Janet, replying, "Okay."

Under the gaze of dozens at the table, Janet swaying her hips, supported Jonas towards the staircase nearby.

As they ascended, Janet's swaying became even more pronounced.

And Jonas's left hand, just at the waist above those hips...

At the table side.

A somewhat overweight middle-aged man watched Janet's back climb the stairs, eventually vanishing around the corner.

Only then did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

His eyes held a clear tinge of reverie.

"What a pity..."

Opposite the middle-aged man, another short-haired middle-aged man witnessed everything.

The short-haired man looked directly at the overweight man, speaking, "Eduardo, what do you mean by that?"

With his voice, some preparing to rise men and women looked over confusedly.

They all focused on Eduardo.

Eduardo raised an eyebrow, unconcerned.

He retorted, "Chase, what did I say?"

Short-haired man Chase, eyes wide, continued to question, "What do you mean by 'what a pity'?"

Chase instantly understood and smirked, "It's exactly what you think it means!"

"I believe not only you and I, but everyone here, and even the entire Frank Clan knows what it means!"

Chase's eyes were filled with anger, he slammed the table, rising from his chair.

Eduardo remained fearless, leaning back in his chair.

He continued speaking, "Our biological father, and his eldest son's biological daughter..."

Before Eduardo finished, a steaming kettle crashed over him.

Hot water swiftly poured, soaking Eduardo's clothing.

A shrill pig-like scream echoed in the reception hall.

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