System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 546 - 217: Assassination (10,000 Words)

Just a few short minutes.

A moaning sound came from Jiwa’s mouth.

Stimulated by that sound, Simoni suddenly shuddered.

He slightly pushed Jiwa away and looked at those rosy lips, just as he was about to lean in for a kiss.

Knock knock~

The sound of knocking on the church door echoed from a distance.

Simoni and Jiwa furrowed their brows simultaneously.

Who would knock at this time?

Suppressing his rising anger, Simoni called towards the direction of the door, "The time for confessions has already passed!"

"Please come again tomorrow."

As Simoni’s words fell, the knocking sounded once again.

Knock knock~

The knocking not only didn’t cease but became even more persistent.

Simoni’s right hand emerged from under Jiwa’s robe.

He spoke, "I’ll go have a look."

Jiwa reluctantly released her embrace, reminding him, "Be careful."

"The priest left early; it’s only the two of us in the church tonight."

Listening to Jiwa’s words, Simoni naturally understood the underlying meaning.

He nodded expectantly and walked towards the entryway.

Upon reaching the door, before he could speak, the knocking resounded once more.

Knock knock~

Perhaps due to his proximity to the door, or perhaps the person outside had turned knocking into pounding.

The sound was deafeningly loud.

Simoni frowned, "Stop knocking!"

"Confession time is over, come back tomorrow!"

Knock knock~

The pounding resumed.

Instantly.

A surge of anger rose in Simoni’s heart.

He reached out and directly unlatched the locked door.

As soon as he pulled the door ajar, Simoni saw a figure in a hooded cloak standing outside.

Before he could utter a word, a flash of silver streaked by.

His eyes widened as it pierced straight into his chest.

Confirming the dagger plunged into Simoni’s chest, the cloaked figure didn’t hesitate, turned, and fled at full speed.

Watching the figure disappear into the sparsely populated street, Simoni wanted to cry out.

But he found that no matter how he tried to open his mouth and vocalize.

The dagger embedded in his chest was like an invisible hand, gripping his throat.

He could make no sound.

In the church, Jiwa noted Simoni hadn’t opened the door, greeted the visitor, or closed the door to return by her side.

Jiwa called out in confusion, "Simoni?"

At her voice, Simoni stood motionless at the door.

Jiwa’s curiosity grew stronger.

She took steps toward him.

As she walked, Jiwa murmured, "Probably a drunk from town?"

"There were drunks before who came to the church door!"

"Simoni, just chase them away, as the priest has always commanded."

Despite Jiwa’s words, Simoni remained still.

It wasn’t until Jiwa approached Simoni that she moved his unresponsive body to face her.

Only then did she see the sharp dagger embedded in Simoni’s chest.

Crimson blood gushed from the entry point of the dagger, staining Simoni’s monk robe...

"Ah!"

A terrified scream instantly echoed throughout the church.

Even.

Some nearby wood cabins that had long extinguished lights and retired awakened, lighting lamps and rising.

...

Time was swiftly passing by.

In a blink, it was already the end of April.

Lynn stood on the limestone road, gazing at the townsmen in the final stages of land clearing and planting.

From the onset of spring in March to the end of April now.

Through the relentless efforts of five thousand townsmen, just as he expected.

The townsmen cleared and planted sixty thousand acres of farmland!

The next step for this farmland is standard field management.

Excavate ditches, create additional irrigation waterwheels, introduce Aladia River water for irrigation.

Weed removal, pest and disease control.

And based on barley growth, apply fertilizer and thin out seedlings.

These tasks will be handled by mobilizing enough farmers to entrust to Gavin and Wilbur.

Let them lead the farmers in taking care of everything.

Meanwhile, the five thousand townsmen freed from the farmland returned to their respective positions.

The handicraft zone, papermaking workshop, red brick factory, and others alike.

Resume production in all major industries!

Of course.

There’s also Lynn’s long-awaited military expansion!

Standing on the limestone road for a moment, Lynn returned to the town.

His gaze shifted and fell on Kuisi nearby.

Lynn immediately instructed the guard to summon Kuisi over.

Kuisi bowed slightly and respectfully spoke, "Master? Do you need me for something?"

Lynn acknowledged and said, "Arrange for the chef to prepare a bonfire dinner celebration for the successful spring plowing and planting—a Cultivation Success Feast."

"Also, have them go to the brewing workshop and bring out a thousand pounds of beer."

Kuisi raised an eyebrow and bowed in response.

Lynn continued, "Also, transport five thousand pounds of fine salt from the warehouse. Everyone involved in the clearing and planting can receive a pound of fine salt."

Kuisi quickly responded, "Understood, Master, I will arrange it right away."

Lynn nodded and watched Kuisi as she departed.

Five thousand pounds of fine salt, given the current production of three thousand pounds per day from the three salt factories.

A mere drop in the bucket!

Despite.

Last time, Boer led a large convoy, transporting one million pounds of barley for exchange.