Free Web NovelChapter 1119: Chapter 312: Branding the Ducas Clan (1W)_6
For the farmers, whether it’s harvesting or planting, it’s all the same.
Even if every year, the farmers are engaged in repetitive labor!
As Lynn gained experience, time quickly passed by.
Until dusk.
Soaked with sweat, with cheeks and neck full of heat and itchiness, Lynn strode out of the wheat field.
Red, who was waiting nearby, handed over a water bottle.
Seeing that Lynn didn’t notice his gesture, Red spoke up to remind him.
"Master, drink some water and catch your breath."
Lynn turned his head, took the water bottle without any hesitation, and gulped down the water.
After several gulps, he even poured all the remaining well water on his head and body.
A comfortable coolness enveloped him, making Lynn exhale a long breath of heat.
Just after handing the water bottle back to Red.
Lynn noticed.
At this moment, Red’s face was flushed, and large beads of sweat continually rolled down.
Even without asking Red, he could guess the reason.
Wearing a composite armor, Red had been continuously exposed to nearly 27 or 28 degrees of sunlight for several hours.
Although the composite armor is made from armor plates combined with standard chest armor,
its breathability is extremely limited in such hot and sweltering conditions.
At this moment, Red was like being in a steaming oven...
Lynn began to walk towards the distant manor castle.
While walking, Lynn glanced back at Red and asked.
"Hot, isn’t it?"
Red responded immediately, without any hesitation.
"Master, not hot!"
Lynn gave Red a sidelong glance.
"Not hot? Then why does sweat keep pouring down your face?"
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Red’s face.
Lynn didn’t continue to tease Red, but quickened his pace, returning to the manor castle.
After this battle ends and the crises in the territory and Morgan Town are temporarily resolved.
He needs to immediately return to the territory to thoroughly reform the standard plate armor and composite armor worn by the soldiers and guards!
Using the steel smelted in the double-chamber reflector furnace as the basis, to redesign.
Ensuring that the armor is breathable and lightweight, while also having strong defensive capabilities!
Soon, Lynn suppressed this thought.
The immediate priority.
Is to prepare to confront the armed group formed by Jon Zuck and his supporter manor lords from Kakasong City!
As the soldiers stationed at the manor castle gate performed salutes, Lynn returned to the manor castle.
Lynn did not ascend the manor castle stairs but directly walked into the deep courtyard square.
On the spacious courtyard square.
Wesley was leading teams of armored soldiers, conducting checks and tallies.
Standing in formation, the armored soldiers responsible for guarding the peasants, seeing their lord arrive, quickly bowed in respect.
Perhaps due to a soldier’s reminder, Wesley turned to look back.
Upon seeing Lynn.
Wesley instructed the armored soldiers a few words, then quickly walked up to Lynn.
"Master."
Lynn asked.
"How is the tally progressing?"
Wesley immediately responded, "Master, we’re in the final stages of tallying."
"By dusk at the latest, all items will be accounted for!"
Lynn nodded, "Inform Rose, Earl, and Tyrone to come to the manor castle for dinner."
"I have important matters to discuss with you all!"
Wesley raised an eyebrow slightly and responded again.
"Yes, Master."
"I’ll arrange for someone to convey your instructions immediately."
Lynn acknowledged, his gaze once again sweeping over the peasants brought back.
Withdrew his gaze and headed to the second floor of the manor castle.
Ascending the stairs, entering the guest hall, Lynn settled onto the throne.
His right hand propped under his chin, his mind began to ponder again.
While Lynn was pondering.
The light outside the guest hall gradually changed.
From the initial red-orange sunset illuminating the entire Morgan Town.
Until the sunset sank below the horizon, turning the sky a gray-white hue.
And now, it had become dim, with nightfall imminent.
During this time.
One soldier after another entered the guest hall.
They held tinder, lighting the oil lamps in the guest hall.
Perhaps worried about disturbing Lynn on the throne.
Their movements were light, not daring to relax.
As one lamp after another was lit, the somewhat dim guest hall gradually illuminated.
As soon as the soldiers lighting the lamps left.
A team of soldiers pushed a dinner cart, coming out from the depths of the manor castle.
Earlier, Lynn had arranged for guards to go to the kitchen to have the chef prepare the dinner for a few people.
After neatly setting the food on the dining table, a soldier approached Lynn, speaking respectfully.
"Lord, dinner is ready, you may begin eating."
Lynn replied, "I know."
Lynn just rose from the throne and headed towards the dining table.
Coincidentally, four figures walked in from outside the guest hall.
They were Rose, Wesley, Tyrone, and Earl!
Lynn raised an eyebrow and said, "You have arrived quite punctually."
"Sit down for dinner first, everything else can wait until after we eat!"
After Lynn sat down, only then did the four dare to sit.
Regardless of whether Rose and the others were hungry.
After a day of labor, Lynn was already famished.
Picking up the knife and fork in front of him, Lynn started eating on his own.
One piece of meat after another, chewed and swallowed by Lynn.
He consumed several pieces of pork ribs, a large piece of wheat bread, and drank a bowl of chicken stew.
The hunger within Lynn finally began to dissipate.
Watching their Lord eat with such actions, Rose and the others slightly relaxed their tense mood.
Master Lynn called them together, seemingly not to inspect and reprimand them?
The four exchanged glances, being naturally rough men, they didn’t bother with formalities and restraint.
They picked up the tableware in front of them and joined in the meal.
The crisp sound of tableware clashing and the sound of chewing echoed occasionally in the quiet, spacious guest hall.
Ten minutes later.
With his appetite satisfied, Lynn glanced over the dining table.
The table once overflowing with food now only had clean plates left.
Even the chicken stew in the pot was completely scooped out...
Lynn’s eyebrows raised, looking surprised at Rose and the others.
Noticing Master Lynn’s odd gaze, a hint of embarrassment crept onto Rose and the others’ faces.
