System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 547 - 217: Assassination (10,000 Words)

The warehouse is nearly emptied of fine salt.

Over the past month-plus, Hunter has been arriving at his territory periodically, conducting trade exchanges.

But Hunter wasn’t exchanging fine salt; instead, he was trading gin and beer!

The fine salt naturally kept accumulating in the warehouse.

Now, it has been stored again up to one hundred thousand pounds!

Giving out five thousand pounds to the townsmen as a reward to boost their work enthusiasm is reasonable.

At this moment.

The sound of galloping hooves entered Lynn’s ears.

He turned and looked, only to see the figure riding a horse rushing closer from afar.

A few minutes later.

With the rider pulling on the reins, amidst the horse’s loud neighs, it stopped about ten meters in front of Lynn.

Gasper moved his body, flipping off the horse’s back.

Handing the reins to a guard, Gasper strode up to Lynn.

"Lord!"

Looking at the somewhat travel-worn Gasper before him, Lynn spoke, "Captain Gasper, has something major happened in Morgan Town?"

Gasper was a bit surprised. He had received the news first-hand and returned immediately.

Master Lynn knew even before him?

But Gasper didn’t ask anything and explained, "Lord, Jonas Frank Manor Lord’s fifth son, Simoni, has been assassinated!"

"Killed at the church’s entrance!"

"According to the nun at the church, since it was nighttime, she didn’t clearly see who it was..."

Lynn’s expression remained calm, without any surprise.

Just as he had previously anticipated.

The Frank Manor has been embroiled in a power struggle since Jonas’s fourth son died last time.

Not only Jonas’s fifth son Simoni.

More of Jonas’s offspring will die due to the contention for the manor lord position!

These matters seem to be the Frank Clan’s family affairs.

But they are closely related to him.

The largest manor in Morgan Town, Frank Manor, is embroiled in a family self-consuming power struggle.

Neither Jonas nor the other manor lords will focus on matters outside of Morgan Town.

This undoubtedly grants him a peaceful time for development.

Even if other manor lords want to take advantage of the weakened power struggle at Frank Manor, looking to invade.

He can also forcibly insert himself, exploiting some labor force!

Of course, this is just a thought of Lynn’s.

Lynn responded, "Besides this intelligence, is there anything else?"

Gapas had no hesitation, continuing, "Jonas Manor Lord, upon learning Simoni was assassinated, was furious!"

"Probably due to the rage, he directly fainted in the manor’s hall."

"He even brought doctors from the monastery in Kasong City overnight for diagnosis and treatment..."

Hearing this, Lynn was somewhat surprised.

If Jonas just fainted, it’s not significant.

If he is gravely ill and eventually passes away, it would be the same.

Perhaps the entire situation in Morgan Town would change with the new manor lord’s appointment.

Seeing Lynn ask no further, Gasper continued speaking.

"Lord, as per your request, the personnel of Morgan Town scout team have infiltrated among the four manor lords."

"I will report the intel obtained back to the territory first thing, to you, Lord."

Lynn nodded, "Very good. If there’s nothing else to report, step down and rest."

Gasper’s mind worked quickly. After a few seconds, confirming nothing was forgotten, he responded and stepped down.

Watching Gasper mount the horse and slowly ride away.

Lynn felt a slight relief.

Currently, he still doesn’t know the other manor lords’ stance toward his territory.

Naturally, the more chaotic Morgan Town is now, the more beneficial it is for his development!

Retracting his gaze, he sat down at an empty bench.

Lynn’s gaze observed the townsmen passing by.

Perhaps they had heard from Kuisi about the bonfire event to happen in the evening.

Their faces clearly bore smiles.

Especially upon seeing him sitting on the bench, the townsmen stopped their steps, bowing in greeting to Lynn.

Only when Lynn nodded in response, did they depart one after another.

In such chaotic times, townsmen’s demands for life weren’t high.

Having food to fill their bellies, a house to shelter from the wind and rain, along with family beside them to avoid bandit attacks.

Such life was completely sufficient for them. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

If, in this simple and ordinary life, they can also have Master Lynn’s feast prepared for them.

It couldn’t be better!

Time moved slowly forward.

The kitchen assistants moved the square tables from the dining hall to the Lord’s Square.

Arranging them in a circular fashion around the bonfire at the center of the square.

Awaiting the chefs to cook the food from the kitchen, to place on the tables.

Beside the dozens of logs erected for the bonfire, several whole pigs mounted on iron racks were being charcoal roasted!

Even though a few dozen meters away, Lynn, sitting at the square’s edge, could still smell the full aroma of meat.

Lynn looked around.

The Lord’s Square in front of the town needs expansion.

With the town’s population constantly increasing, what used to seem spacious could now at most accommodate six or seven people for simultaneous feasting.

If everyone in the territory gathered, the townsmen would have to stand in the fields.

Until nightfall.

Pots of barley meat porridge, plates of barley bread, along with various roasted fish, vegetables, and more.

Were carried out by the chefs in concert and placed on the tables.

During the chefs’ busy efforts.

The five thousand townsmen who had been planting began tidying their tools and driving cattle and draft horses out of the fields.

They walked on the lime road, numerous yet orderly.

A short while later.

A group of townsmen returned to the town, eyes gleaming at the overfilled tables of food.

Their gaze emitting beams of excitement.

Their Master Lynn truly had prepared a feast for celebrating the completion of the planting expansion for them.

As the townsmen gradually returned, eventually gathering at the Lord’s Square.

Sitting on the bench, Lynn stood up.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lynn strode toward the platform over a meter high at the Lord’s Square.

Even though he hadn’t spoken to quiet the townsmen.

The townsmen standing across the Lord’s Square had already stopped their chatter voluntarily.

Even a group of children, aged several to teenagers.

Their eyes wide open, full of admiration and respect.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

He naturally knew that these townsmen could do this because of their heartfelt loyalty and reverence!

Lynn’s gaze swept over the townsmen, inhaling deeply, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Gentlemen, I am the lord of this territory—Lynn!"

Upon hearing their Lord’s unfamiliar yet familiar voice.

Upon hearing the unfamiliar yet familiar name spoken by the Lord.

The townsmen, their eyes already shining, became even more excited!

Lynn, this name.

To them, he is the lord of this territory, the hope for their survival!

Moreover, he is the god they have always followed!