System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 844 - 267: Horse Trainer (10K)

As Alan observed Lynn seated on the bench, a surge of both envy and admiration welled up inside him.

Envy arose because.

In this isolated remote territory.

Lynn had managed to locate high-quality salt deposits for mining and refined them into nearly pure granular fine salt.

He had also uncovered workable iron ore and coal deposits.

Lynn went further by constructing a blast furnace for smelting iron and began producing armor and weapons!

That achievement alone was remarkable.

He recalled how it started as mere barren wasteland overrun with weeds.

Now, lush crops blanketed the fields, resembling a vast green sea.

Harvest time was drawing near!

Beyond the existing farmlands.

Several miles from the town, figures were visibly toiling away at land reclamation.

Clearing weeds and rocks, with oxen tilling the soil...

Even a brief look from Alan suggested at least one or two thousand workers engaged!

Moreover, as they passed the city walls.

A sturdy new fortress, resembling a castle, had clearly been built.

Troops were drilling rigorously for stamina...

Lynn’s domain had advanced to an incredible level!

Admiration stemmed from the fact that.

Even if handed a territory like Lynn’s.

Alan doubted he could transform such a destitute, desolate area into this thriving state through his own efforts.

One had to realize.

During his initial visit to Lynn’s land.

It was merely a humble village of wooden huts!

Expanding that tiny settlement into something resembling a bustling town.

Couldn’t be chalked up to simple luck.

With these thoughts, Alan felt grateful.

Gratitude toward George for facilitating their trade and avoiding any early rift with Lynn.

Otherwise.

He’d forfeit not just commerce with Lynn.

But also provoke a swiftly ascending mighty lord!

Lynn smiled, "Mr. Alan, it’s all thanks to merchants like you who keep supplying goods to my territory."

"Without that, this place would remain nothing more than wild, weed-choked wilderness."

Hearing Lynn’s humble words, Alan quelled the tangled feelings in his chest.

He inclined his head slightly toward Lynn and spoke.

"I apologize, Master Lynn."

"It has indeed been ages since the last horse shipment, and I’ve neglected to visit your lands."

Lynn nodded, refraining from probing the causes.

Neither Alan nor Grayson bore any binding duty.

With no spoken or written pacts between them.

Even if such existed.

Issues like harsh weather, imperial decrees, or meddling by others could justifiably delay their trips here.

Alan pressed on, "As atonement for my delay, I’ve prepared a special surprise for you this time, Master Lynn."

Catching the rising excitement in Alan’s voice.

Lynn arched an eyebrow, "A surprise?"

Alan gestured toward his accompanying caravan.

"Yes, Master Lynn!"

"I’ve delivered a massive batch of Badan Warhorses!"

"Similar to the spring batch, these are Medium Warhorses."

"But this shipment totals two hundred!"

Though they fell short of Pure-blood Warhorses in prowess.

They proved more than suitable for heavy cavalry formations.

Or even fully armored cavalry!

Combining his existing heavy cavalry with Alan’s two hundred Medium Warhorses.

The territory’s heavy cavalry force would hit five hundred!

Once the Blacksmith Workshop finishes crafting Heavy Padded Armor and Horse Armor for the Iron Butchers.

That would yield five hundred armored knights—the Iron Butchers!

Before Lynn could respond, Alan hurried on.

"Master Lynn, don’t get the wrong idea!"

"These two hundred Medium Warhorses are standard merchandise."

"The true gift consists of... six seasoned Horse Trainers, each with over ten years in horse rearing and training!"

A spark lit up in Lynn’s gaze.

Horse Trainers?

He had long sought experts in equine breeding and handling.

To his surprise, Alan, the warhorse supplier, provided them.

Following Alan’s nod to the guard.

Five individuals emerged from the caravan.

Positioning themselves in front of Lynn and Alan, they bowed in unison.

"Lord."

Lynn swiftly evaluated them with a glance.

An elderly man, two men in their prime, two women of middle age, and a youthful woman.

Their skin tones, features, and unified demeanor revealed them as kin.

With a mental command, a status panel materialized in his vision.

[Name]: Simeon Buchanan

[Age]: 55 years

[Ability]: Breeding Level 4, Collection Level 3, Culinary Level 3

[Seven Skills of the Knight]: Riding Level 4, Hunting Level 2, Archery Level 2

[Attributes]: Attack E-, Defense E-, Speed E+, Constitution E-, Energy F

[Talent]: Horse Language Inheritance—Perceptively sense horses’ emotions, understand their simple thoughts, greatly reducing communication barriers during breeding

[Skills]: Affinity Summoning—Emit a special aura to quickly close the distance with horses, increasing their initial obedience to the trainer’s commands

Gait Adjustment—Optimize horses’ movement posture for more efficient actions tailored to specific situational needs

...

Staring at the elder’s detailed profile.

Lynn felt a quiet astonishment within.

Level 4 Breeding! Level 4 Riding!

Plus a talent and two skills dedicated to horse training!