"You know you're going to die!"

Adrian's mouth slightly opened, giving up the idea of retorting.

Tate continued speaking: "Do you really think that with the paltry knowledge in your brain and the status of being a scholar from the Palace School, you can simply manipulate Master Lynn?"

"That is Master Lynn!"

"With his own hands, developing the land bit by bit from barren territory to the current scale of a town!"

Behind Tate.

Erin, Clive, and Dorothy, who had been silent, immediately widened their eyes.

In their eyes, full of disbelief.

On their way to the territory with Tate, they listened to him tell many things about this land.

A plow capable of penetrating at least twenty centimeters in depth for deep tilling.

A waterwheel that can harness the river's flow speed and convert it into power.

A large brick factory that can fire at least three to four hundred thousand bricks at once.

A mine cart that can travel using a hand-cranked transmission device.

And pulley assemblies that can change the direction and magnitude of force...

Etc.

They initially thought this land had a large number of teachers or a hall filled with ancient books.

However.

Now they realized, all of it came from the young lord they had just met—Lynn!

Seeing Adrian remain silent, Tate continued: "Indeed, it's Master Lynn, always respecting talented individuals and dislikes bloodshed!"

"Otherwise, even with my plea, it would be futile."

Adrian's face showed a hint of embarrassment, "Sorry."

Tate took a deep breath and said, "Since you're here, don't overthink."

"Work well according to the positions arranged by Master Lynn."

"In the free time after dusk, you can freely roam the territory, learning whatever you wish."

"Now, let me take you to dine..."

Erin and Dorothy nodded knowingly.

The five followed Tate, walking through the town.

Their gaze uncontrollably swept around.

Brick houses neatly arranged, built in a grid pattern.

The roads between, wide enough for a carriage and pedestrians to pass side by side.

Without any sense of congestion.

Even though the town was filled with moving townsmen, the brick ground was still exceptionally clean and tidy.

This scene had no difference from Triumph City, the Royal City.

Yet the difference was.

On the faces of these townsmen, they saw satisfaction and leisure.

Which in the class-divided Triumph City was unseen.

Such smiles, such relaxation.

Only visible on the faces of Noble Lords!

Before arriving at this territory, they naturally wouldn't believe.

In the entire Garonia Continent, within the Karedi Empire, there existed a land where ordinary people could live peacefully and prosper.

Now seeing is believing, they began to have faith...

...

Under the night.

Frank Manor Castle, in the spacious conference room.

Four figures sat around the oval walnut table.

On the table, several animal tallow candles flickered, emitting a warm yellow glow.

Seated in the secondary seat, Krueger glanced at the other three and finally landed on the fair man in the last seat.

A smile curved his lips, "I didn't expect Brother Simoni was also invited back by the old man to attend this internal manor meeting?"

Simoni slightly opened his closed eyes, looked at Krueger softly.

"Krueger, even though I became a church monk, I still carry the blood of the Frank Clan!"

"Whether you accept it or not."

Krueger's smile persisted, responding, "Brother Simoni, you're mistaken."

"Despite your mother once being a prostitute in Kasong City, I've always regarded you as my elder brother."

Hearing Krueger's words, Simoni's previously calm face suddenly stiffened.

He glared at Krueger, speaking one word at a time, "Krueger, one day God will exact judgment on you!"

Krueger's expression remained unchanged, "Perhaps, but I need God's blessing to live until then."

"Maybe after today's meeting, I might end up dying inexplicably like Eduardo, ambushed by bandits."

At this point.

Krueger's gaze shifted.

Looking at the resolute-faced middle-aged man clad in chain armor opposite him.

And the earnest-looking middle-aged man diagonally opposite.

"I imagine, to steadily acquire the old man's position, none of you would mind having fewer half-brothers, would you?"

Jonas's third son, Philis, frowned, just about to speak.

Jonas's second son, Joao Frank, with serious eyes, glanced at Krueger.

Spoke with a low, simple strength.

"Krueger, your bull is too much."

Krueger remained indifferent, about to speak.

The conference room doors abruptly opened from the outside.

Two figures slowly stepped into the room.

The four at the round table quickly stood up from their wooden chairs.

With awe in their eyes, they respectfully addressed Jonas, "Father."

With Janet's support, he took the main seat.

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