System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 1290 - 341: The Church Is Already Rotten! (10,000) _3

"In the spare time between clothing production, you may introduce the workshop workers to initial understanding and familiarization."

"Wait until the linen robe and pants and coarse wool robe are completed in the workshop."

"Everyone immediately engage in the assembly and production of armor!"

Lynn took the leather Yimini handed over by Master Lynn and responded once again.

"Master, Yimini accepts the order!"

Lynn no longer wasted any words.

He directly dismissed Yimini to organize the workers in the workshop and accelerate the progress of clothing production.

The textile workshop led by Yimini now has a total of six adjacent workshops with a workforce of eleven hundred people.

Completing the remaining obligations will not take much longer.

Walking out of the textile workshop.

After making a round in the Handicraft Workshop District and confirming there were no abnormalities, Lynn.

Once again engaged in the Blacksmith Workshop, joining the construction of the Double-chamber Reflector Furnace.

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

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As Lynn persistently worked on gaining Construction Skills experience.

Time passed quickly.

Until two days later.

A Guard ran quickly into the Handicraft Workshop District, entering the Blacksmith Workshop.

Stopping about four to five meters from Lynn under Red’s watchful gaze.

The Guard bowed and respectfully reported.

"Master Lynn... Church Guard Captain Samuel has arrived in the town and is waiting for you at the Lord’s Square..."

Listening to the Guard’s urgent and panting words, Lynn’s eyebrows raised slightly as he spoke to the Guard.

"Have Samuel wait for a moment, I will come immediately."

With Lynn’s definite directive, the Guard quickly responded.

"Yes, Master Lynn."

Without any hesitation, the Guard immediately turned and left.

Lynn laid the last piece of refractory brick on the wall and put down the plastering knife.

Lynn went to the nearby water tank to wash his hands that were covered in refractory mud, then stepped out of the Blacksmith Workshop heading toward the Lord’s Square.

It was already the end of September.

It was the time for Lynn to pay the Church the Tithing.

Passing by several Red Brick Houses and through the streets, Lynn arrived at the edge of the Lord’s Square.

Looking ahead, several tall and burly figures dressed in Standard Plate Armor were standing beside warhorses.

Even though there was still some distance.

Lynn could clearly see the prominent cross symbol on the Standard Plate Armor.

Samuel was standing, waiting with a few Guards.

Without hesitation, Lynn walked forward quickly.

Before getting closer, Lynn noticed the keen perception of Samuel, whose body turned and gaze looked toward him.

Samuel’s previously calm face showed a smile and he stepped forward to greet Lynn.

Symbolically walking a few meters forward, Samuel stopped his steps.

He slightly bent at the waist toward Lynn and said politely.

"Lord Lynn, thank you for taking the time from your busy schedule to receive Samuel."

Samuel naturally saw the traces of mud on Lynn’s silk robe.

Lynn replied with a smile and said.

"Of course, Samuel is the Church Guard Captain, I need to personally receive you."

Samuel smiled broadly without any words.

It was just simple pleasantries.

Samuel wouldn’t take Lynn’s comments seriously.

Especially.

During the last visit to Lynn’s territory to collect the Penance Money for the burning of Lorraine, the words spoken.

Lord Lynn didn’t mind personally leading an army in full armor to flatten the gate of Kakasong City and have a face-to-face with Church Bishop Simo!

With such courage and strong military strength, Lynn.

How could he possibly care about a mere Church Guard Captain like him?

Samuel knew clearly.

This was because Lord Lynn wanted to glean more intelligence from him.

A powerful lord would give enough respect to people who had valuable information!

The Lynn in front of him was the same.

Samuel slightly bowed his head respectfully and said.

"Lord, as usual, Samuel is following the instructions of Lord Bishop Semo to come to collect the Tithing from your territory."

Lynn was not surprised at all and nodded.

"Naturally, at the end of each month, one-tenth of the fine salt production is paid as the Tithing."

Lynn’s gaze shifted, glancing at Red beside him.

Without needing Lynn to speak, Red nodded in acknowledgment and immediately called over a Guard to instruct him.

Lynn’s gaze shifted past Samuel to look at a carriage not far away.

In that carriage.

Children with thin and ragged figures stood crowded together.

If there weren’t protective railings and seats in the carriage box, they would have fallen under the pressure.

The children’s eyes, of various colors, were wide open, staring directly at him.

Lynn withdrew his gaze, looked at Samuel and calmly said.

"I presume, Captain Samuel, your visit this time is not just for collecting the Tithing, right?"

Samuel had naturally observed Lynn’s wandering gaze.

With no pretense, Samuel bowed slightly and said.

"Yes, Lord, your insight is sharp and discerning!"

"As Lord has seen, the eighteen children on the carriage are refugees from Kakasong City."

"Rest assured, Lord, they are not offspring of the army that perished in the Fire of Lorraine."

"They are merely a group of orphans, wandering without roots..."

Lynn’s expression remained calm as he continued to question Samuel.