All eyes were fixed on Master Lynn, awaiting his next words.

Lynn began to speak: "Next, Lord Rose will conduct an initial selection for you."

"Those who qualify will start training from tomorrow."

"Those who do not qualify, do not be discouraged."

"I once said this—this is not the first recruitment, and it will certainly not be the last!"

The townsmen nodded in understanding.

Lynn's gaze shifted, looking at Rose who stood beneath the platform.

Rose bent down in acknowledgment, responding in kind.

Immediately, he called on Earl and a team of soldiers to enter Lord's Square to begin the selection of soldiers.

One by one, men were selected, their faces full of excitement.

At this moment, Lynn uttered no words.

He awaited the selection of one soldier after another.

After an hour, five hundred sturdy and robust men were chosen, standing at the far right of Lord's Square.

Under the watchful eyes of the townsmen, the five hundred men stood resolute yet with a tinge of shyness.

It must be known that an hour ago, they were no different from the other townsmen.

But now, they had become the chosen soldiers.

They would no longer need to participate in the production work within the territory, only needing to train and guard this land.

They also knew that one day, they might perish on the battlefield.

More importantly, they knew.

Even if they fell on the battlefield, their Master Lynn would not forget them.

Their names would be engraved under the Lord Statue, and their families would be favored!

All matters were arranged and completed.

Lynn looked towards the townsmen and spoke: "After the banquet, line up to receive your fine salt."

"Thus, the celebration feast for cultivation success begins now!"

Upon receiving Master Lynn's instruction, the townsmen eagerly moved towards the tables laden with food.

After a day of planting, they were already famished.

Without reservation, they picked up barley bread and pea soup from the table, consuming them heartily.

Cheers and laughter rang continuously across the entire square.

Despite the large crowd at Lord's Square, making it appear slightly chaotic.

Yet there was order amidst the chaos.

Lynn also sat down at a square table, enjoying the golden roasted pork brought over by Kuisi.

After taking a bite of the roast pork, he drank a sip of gin.

A comfortable and fiery sensation instantly spread through his body.

At this moment,

a voice filled with reverence sounded from behind him.

"Lord."

Lynn turned to see a middle-aged man in a robe standing behind him.

It was none other than the scholar researching painting and sculpture art, Clive Rich.

Lynn spoke: "Ah, Scholar Clive, I've been wanting to find you but haven't had the time."

"Come over and sit, and tell me in detail about the armor designs you discussed with Steward Kuisi."

Clive was surprised by Lynn's invitation.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he followed Lynn's instruction and sat opposite him at the long table.

Without needing Lynn's command, Kuisi, standing by, poured Clive a glass of gin.

Looking at the glazed bottle in Kuisi's hand and the glazed cup on the table, Clive was not overly surprised.

Having lived in this territory for some time,

the mode of life here under the Lord had already overturned his previous perceptions.

The Lord provides the townsmen with uniformly made linen and coarse woolen clothing, standardized housing, anthracite for winter heating, and expensive paper that only the nobility can afford...

These were not even worth mentioning!

He also saw a notice posted on the bulletin board, stating that as long as one reached the standard in military merit,

the Lord would reward the townsmen with land—privately owned land!

Not only he,

but Erin, who had studied Church law, was even more astonished!

Rewarding land to townsmen, such a practice was unheard of by them!

Clive downed the gin in the glazed cup, exhaling a breath of warmth.

"Lord, you also know my research is in painting, sculpture, and other arts."

Lynn nodded, picking up a piece of pig rib and placing it in his mouth.

Chewing, he listened to Clive's narrative.

"Through my observations during this period, I found that the armor style of the guards and soldiers on your land, Lord, is too simple!"

"If I could have your permission, I'd like to design patterns or even emblems for the armor, that could represent the entire territory."

Lynn's chewing did not cease.

Coat of arms...

He had thought about it before.

Only those with fiefdoms or family heritages have unique emblems.

The soldiers and guards under them also use this emblem as an identification mark.

It not only signifies identity but also boosts the morale of the guards and soldiers, uniting the army's spirit.

An elegantly crafted emblem also showcases the craftsmanship of the territory.

Various exquisite patterns can further transform armor into expensive works of art.

However, up until now.

He had not yet decided on the design to use as the emblem for this territory.

Lynn said to Clive: "You can first help design patterns for the guards and soldiers on the territory."

Clive nodded, not waiting for him to speak.

Lynn's gaze shifted to Red, who was standing guard behind him, "Red."

Hearing his name called, Red approached Lynn.

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