System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 848 - 267: Horse Trainer (10,000 Words)_5

Why not simply remain right here!

After all.

Master Lynn’s estate provides an unlimited supply of gin for his indulgence!

Once his directives were complete, Alan turned to Lynn with a touch of regret and said, "Master Lynn, I might have to trouble you for a bit longer..."

Lynn answered, "Mr. Alan, you’re too courteous."

"Should you choose to stay, this territory will always open its arms to you."

Alan replied gratefully, "Then I’ll have to impose on Master Lynn."

Lynn went on, "That said, Mr. Alan, estate affairs demand my focus."

"I fear I can’t keep you company constantly."

"Should Mr. Alan feel bored, I can have George escort you and tour the grounds."

Alan responded, "Master Lynn, don’t fret over me; handle the estate’s pressing issues."

Lynn nodded.

After sharing a moment in the tavern with Alan over a final gin.

Lynn departed the tavern.

Only then.

Did the advantage of naming George as estate manager for merchants and the construction guild hall shine through.

Merchants delayed by trade schedules on the estate could now be fully handed to George for hosting and guiding.

Meanwhile, these merchants could lodge in the guild hall’s rooms.

Reaching Lord’s Square, Lynn peered afar.

A caravan loaded with premium salt had departed the town, bound for the far-off woods.

Pulling back his gaze, Lynn headed to the pasture beyond town.

Minutes later.

Crossing a field, Lynn reached the pasture.

Upon entering the pasture’s dormitory zone.

Lynn spotted Guy escorting Simeon from the Red Brick House.

Up ahead, Guy noticed Lynn and Red too.

Guy hastened his steps at once to approach and pay respects.

Halting in front of Lynn, Guy gave a slight bow and spoke deferentially.

"Lord."

Old Simeon and the rest trailing Guy bowed in unison to greet him.

Lynn inquired, "Are the accommodations set?"

Guy answered, "All arranged, Sir."

"For their family of five, I assigned a Red Brick House."

"One room for Old Ximi with his second son Gordon and wife; the other for Uleir, his wife, and daughter Ai Mei."

"I’ve also sent over essential daily supplies to their quarters."

Guy added, "Next, I intended to show them around the pasture layout."

Lynn nodded, "I’ll join you."

Hearing this, Guy showed little astonishment.

Old Simeon and others waiting gazed at Lynn with wonder.

For the lord Master Lynn to stroll alongside them, mere pasture hands, through the fields...

In particular, the newly matured Ai Mei.

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity at Lynn, who seemed almost her peer.

Though Master Lynn looked youthful.

She sensed plainly the reverence and fear others held for him.

Guy advanced, guiding them toward the feeding grounds up front.

While moving, he explained aloud.

"As you see, Master Lynn’s pasture raises plenty of poultry and livestock."

"Pigs, horses, cows, sheep, and warhorses from the Badan Empire for livestock."

"Apologies, I forgot you hail from the Badan Empire..."

"Chickens, ducks, geese, and more for poultry—all raised here."

"This is the watering spot for poultry and livestock... all from wells drawn by pasture hands..."

"Here lies the feed storage warehouse..."

"..."

Lynn stayed silent, trailing quietly.

Traversing enclosures holding various poultry and livestock.

They reached a line of separate stables.

Beholding the robust warhorses inside, standing and pacing.

Old Simeon’s eyes lit up; he blurted out in awe, "Badan Pure-blood Warhorses!"

Behind him, his son and daughter-in-law eyed the warhorses too.

Guy checked Lynn, noting his quiet demeanor.

Then he elaborated, "Correct, pure-blood warhorses from the Badan Empire!"

"All acquired by Master Lynn at high cost from traders."

Old Simeon fixed his gaze on the Badan Pure-blood Warhorses.

Picking up from Guy’s words.

"True, pure-blood warhorses command steep prices!"

"Yet they justify it! As warhorses, they boast hardly any flaws."

"Powerful and brawny, they bear a fully armored knight plus horse armor!"

"Naturally sharp-minded and compliant, they swiftly grasp a knight’s battlefield orders and execute intricate maneuvers."

"Thanks to selective breeding, prolonged rearing, and rigorous training for pure-blood status."

"They possess superb adaptability to diverse environments and weather conditions."

"Be it plains, hills, swamps, or the like..."

"Naturally, beyond fighting, knights cherish them for their swift and elegant stride!"

"Even on the march, they hold a precise formation, displaying the army’s grandeur and order..."

While he spoke.

The nearly fifty-year-old Old Simeon extended his withered, coarse, vein-bulging right hand to stroke the Badan Pure-blood Warhorse standing before him.

Its bright, large eyes gazed directly at Old Simeon.