System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 579 - 222: Monocular Telescope (10,000 Words)

Chapter 579: Chapter 222: Monocular Telescope (10,000 Words)

Leaving the Handicraft Workshop District.

Lynn once again arrived at the fishing spot near the dock.

After attaching the bait, he cast the line into the Aladia River.

With a ’plop’ sound, only a piece of cork float remained, bobbing on the river’s surface.

The cork float gently swayed along with the water’s ripples.

After catching several river fish weighing a few pounds each and obtaining dozens of Energy Stones.

The night gradually turned dim.

Only then did Lynn, along with Red and the rest, head back towards the castle.

...

Nightfall enveloped the entire world.

In a city several hundred miles from Lynn Territory.

Figures were swiftly weaving through the streets between buildings.

They moved with slow expressions but quick strides, ordinary people making a living...

At the alley entrance of a dim street.

Scantily clad women, with exposed chests, leaned against the walls, waiting for passing men to take them away...

Teams of patrolling soldiers wearing Sword and Shield Badges walked by, and the women did not restrain themselves in the slightest.

Instead, they spread their arms and bodies to attract the soldiers’ attention...

Though it was nighttime, it was just after dusk.

The outer city of Bordeaux was still bustling and noisy.

In contrast to the outer city where ordinary residents lived, the inner city was much quieter.

Carriages engraved with various patterns leisurely traversed the wide, clean streets.

Shops with lit oil lamps showcased luxury goods within, awaiting visits from noble lords and the wealthy.

People walked down the streets with composed expressions, dignified steps, and in luxurious attire...

Forming a stark contrast with the ordinary residents!

Inside Marquis Ducas’s Castle.

Teams of patrolling soldiers traversed the corridors of the castle.

In just a short half-hour.

Two or three teams of patrol soldiers had already passed by.

The doctor of the Ducas Clan, with a scented medicine bag on his shoulder, walked with his head down at the corridor’s edge.

With the patrol soldiers’ gazes on him, he turned through corridors.

Finally, he stood in front of the double wooden doors guarded by four fully armed sword and shield soldiers.

Hewitt bent slightly toward the four soldiers, explaining, "I’ve come to change the medicine for the lord."

The leading captain of the four soldiers glanced at Hewitt.

Confirming nothing was amiss, he gently opened the double doors for Hewitt.

After bowing, Hewitt adjusted the medicine bag and entered Donovan Ducas’s bedroom.

The opened double doors were gently closed.

Walking on the soft wool carpet, Hewitt went straight to Donovan.

As he walked, he reminded, "My Lord, it’s time to change your medicine..."

From the large bed, Donovan’s weak and ethereal voice sounded.

"Alright..."

Listening to Donovan’s voice, Hewitt felt a slight sense of relief.

He reached the bedside.

Hewitt put down the medicine box on his shoulder, opened it, and began preparing the medicine powder for Donovan.

Lying on the bed, Donovan slightly shifted his body.

Just as he was about to speak, a sudden sharp intake of breath sounded.

Sss-ha~ Sss-ha~

Hearing the gasp, Hewitt was startled and hurriedly looked up.

Hewitt asked, "My Lord, are you alright?"

No response, as Donovan was digesting the pain on his own.

After a moment.

Feeling the pain gradually fade, Donovan mused.

"Don’t worry... I won’t die just yet..."

"Just pulled the wound is all."

Seeing Donovan’s face, already pale and bloodless, turning even paler.

Hewitt quickly consoled, "My Lord, your body is fine!"

"As long as you rest and regularly change the medicine, you’ll recover soon!"

Upon hearing Hewitt’s words, Donovan actually let out a chuckle.

His voice full of sighs, "Hmph~ Hewitt, maybe only you would say something like, my body will soon recover."

"My good sons are all hoping I die on this bed!"

Hewitt immediately closed his mouth, not daring to continue the topic.

After preparing the medicine powder from the box, he reminded, "My Lord, you need to change position..."

Without a word, Donovan moved on his own.

Settling into that familiar position, he stopped and waited for Hewitt to change the medicine.

Hewitt extended his right hand, started lifting Donovan’s clothing from his back, and unwrapped the intertwined linen gauze.

Once the last loop of gauze was removed.

Seeing Donovan’s wound, a rotten odor assaulted Hewitt’s nose, changing his complexion instantly.

A violent upheaval churned in his stomach, racing up to his throat...

Fortunately, Hewitt forcibly suppressed what was about to erupt.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Yet, even though he tried, Donovan noticed it lying on the bed.

An inquiry came from Donovan’s mouth.

"The wound... is getting worse, isn’t it?"

Hewitt quickly responded, "My Lord, the wound is like before..."

He originally wanted to comfort a bit, but thinking of the worsening of Donovan’s wound.

Hewitt sighed, responding, "My Lord, it’s my incompetence that I cannot heal your wound..."

Donovan said flatly, "Hewitt, that was an attack of witchcraft after all..."

"That you’ve kept me this far is quite something already."

Hewitt fell silent.

Donovan continued, "Go on with changing the medicine."

Only then did Hewitt resume his work.

Donovan’s questions continued from his mouth.

"Hewitt, how long since Lawrence left Bordeaux City with my sword and shield soldiers?"

Hewitt recalled for a moment, then replied.

"My Lord, it should be about two months now?"

Donovan sighed, "Two months... two months..."

"Is there any intel on Lawrence sent back to Marquis Mark?"

Hewitt hesitated for a few seconds, unsure of how to respond.

Donovan continued, "Fine, after all, you’re just a doctor..."

Hearing this, Hewitt felt slightly relieved.

Donovan mused to himself, "Mitchell truly has good means!"

"A casual instruction sent the bloodline of the Ducas Clan to labor in the Duchy of the Red Dragon for him!"

"Even disguising as the Duke Cangyu’s Feiyu Army in such a despicable divisive manner."

Seemingly realizing something, Donovan’s voice grew louder.

Even turned into loud shouting.

"Real strength crushes the enemy head-on!"