System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 840 - 266: Help Me Get Dressed (10,000) (3)

The vista of this region unfolded before his eyes!

Lynn quickly grasped the underlying reason.

Exclusively the territory he had claimed and started to build and cultivate.

Would manifest as a holographic display upon the [Holographic Map].

Precisely for this reason.

Even after he eradicated every manor lord in Morgan Town and stationed troops there.

The holographic map failed to reveal any projection of Morgan Town.

This wasn't linked to requiring a land grant document for access, contrary to his earlier assumption.

Swiftly advancing the development and building of Morgan Town must become a top priority.

Setting aside other matters.

With the approaching summer harvest.

The vast fields of crops surrounding Morgan Town demanded substantial manpower for tending.

And this workforce...

Prior to this.

He would have no choice but to send workers from his own lands to Morgan Town for the reaping.

Yet now.

He could readily hire laborers right in Kakasong City.

And seamlessly set up the initial garrison at Frank Manor Castle!

At this moment.

All prerequisites for Morgan Town's growth and construction stood fulfilled!

His territory boasted a total populace of 22,000 souls.

After deducting soldiers and guards, 18,000 civilians remained.

These 18,000 could fully engage in diverse production and building tasks across the territory.

Facing greater labor needs, what truly mattered now was the passage of time.

He could effortlessly integrate Morgan Town into the territory map, centering on his core lands.

Leveraging the garrison system's strengths: till the fields in peace, drill in spare moments, and fight in war!

But shortly after.

A question arose in Lynn’s thoughts.

Whom to select for Frank Manor Castle as the leader of this garrison?

Rose?

Entrusting him with soldier drills or frontline assaults made him the prime pick.

However, assigning him to oversee production and construction clearly didn't fit.

Besides, numerous fresh recruits in the territory awaited his guidance in training.

Rose simply couldn't head to Frank Manor.

Wesley?

Wesley's temperament and prowess positioned him well as a candidate.

Yet regarding farm output, Wesley's skills remained somewhat inadequate.

As for the rest...

Before long.

Lynn devised a plan in his mind.

Dispatch Wesley with a squad of troops to Frank Manor Castle to command the garrison.

The enlisted free folk, serving as farmers, would double as garrison troops!

In idle times, he would conduct drills with these soldiers.

Molding them into archers or crossbowmen.

Such skilled archers and crossbowmen could perfectly man the manor castle's defenses for distant vigilance!

For a garrison, particularly at this budding phase.

No need for Wesley to lead raids into battle.

Simply secure the manor castle, dominate all of Morgan Town, boost agriculture aggressively, grow the workforce, and steadily bolster defenses.

That would suffice!

Then designate Wilbur as Tuntian Thousand Households.

Tasked solely with directing these troops in cultivation!

In this setup.

The garrison gains solid combat strength while achieving food independence via farming.

With Wesley and Wilbur present, concerns over military drills or crop yields fade away.

Furthermore, his ability to check loyalty eliminates fears of uprising.

Should revolt occur anyway.

Armed to the teeth with his territory's troops and heavy equipment...

Seizing Frank Manor Castle would prove no great challenge!

He solidified the Morgan Town expansion strategy within.

Lynn exhaled a heated breath involuntarily.

Only then did it strike him how scarce capable administrators were in his domain.

On the military front.

Beyond ex-cavalry vice-captain Rose and the formally trained Wesley.

Finding reliable leaders proved nearly impossible.

In farming matters.

Merely Gavin and Wilbur, his longtime followers, inspired full trust for oversight.

This realization drew a furrow across Lynn's brow.

Boosting education across the territory demanded urgency.

Failing that.

As his lands swelled in size, the hunger for managers would intensify.

Eventually.

He'd lack bodies to assign to key posts.

As Lynn pondered deeply.

Time raced onward.

Until twilight fell.

Rose arrived at Lord’s Square alongside George and Samuel to meet him.

Samuel, perhaps from dashing several kilometers or some other cause.

Displayed a subtle flush upon his face.

Gazing at Lynn on the bench, Samuel declared.

"Lord Lynn, you are like a god!"

Lynn eyed Samuel puzzledly, "What do you mean, Guard Commander Samuel?"

Samuel pressed on: "Your salt factory produces 3,000 pounds of premium fine salt daily."

"To Samuel, this stands as a true miracle!"

Lynn stayed silent, turning a startled gaze to George.

Earlier, Kuisi had reported.

The salt factory now yielded 4,000 pounds of fine salt per day.

As merchant overseer, George frequently traded with fine salt.

He surely knew the daily production figures.

The sole explanation.