System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 849 - 267: Horse Trainer (10,000 Words)_6

Displaying no desire to back off.

The creature simply snorted a couple of times, letting Old Simeon’s right hand come down onto its head.

Permitting a gentle pat from him.

Perhaps sensing the soothing sensation.

The warhorse’s ears flicked slightly on their own, as its mane-swathed tail swayed steadily...

Observing this sight, Lynn’s eyebrows arched faintly.

Be it Old Simeon’s earlier fluent rundown of the Badan Pure-blood Warhorse.

Or the warhorse’s current comfort with his nearness.

It appeared far more at ease and familiar than around the ranch hands.

Like the bond between long-time comrades.

After caressing the warhorse lightly a few times, Old Simeon asked with curiosity.

"May I ask... who decided to build a separate stable for raising warhorses?"

Guy, catching the question, turned toward Lynn and responded, "It was our Master Lynn."

Old Simeon’s eyes shifted along with Guy’s gaze.

Lynn shot back, "Is there a problem?"

Old Simeon looked taken aback and replied promptly.

"Lord, there is no problem, no problem at all."

"The reason I asked is that a separate stable is the best way to raise Badan Pure-blood Warhorses."

"It effectively avoids trampling or overcrowding, leading to fights."

Lynn let out an affirmative hum.

He fixed his eyes on Old Simeon in front of him and the family members trailing behind.

"Since I’ve already agreed you can stay on the territory."

"From now on, you are the townsmen of my territory."

"As Lord, I won’t be formal with you."

Old Simeon and his family bowed deeply at once.

Lynn went on, "As you’ve seen, the ranch not only has Badan Empire warhorses but also many ordinary warhorses and draft horses."

"I need you to lead a group of apprentices, to teach them how to train and nurture horses."

"While taking care of these Badan Empire warhorses, through breeding, produce more warhorses!"

To build a massive armored cavalry, depending only on Alan’s buys from the Badan Empire.

The quantity would definitely fall short.

Even with Alan’s Kirk Ship capable of hauling two hundred warhorses.

Nevertheless.

How many warhorses could the small Badan Empire churn out yearly?

Even if production ramped up, they’d be snapped up by the mighty lords of neighboring empires.

How many could Alan acquire and ship to the Karedi Empire’s southern frontiers?

Lynn had mulled it over deeply.

This very issue.

Had prompted Alan to supply warhorses to his domain.

Shifting from elite breeds at first to medium-grade ones now!

For a vast cavalry army, every possible approach must be employed!

While Alan keeps buying and shipping warhorses.

His own land will breed and raise them.

And leverage the Mutated Wild Boar Farm to tame wild boars into mountable beasts.

With his instructions complete, Lynn scanned the group.

"Any objections?"

"Or, what kind of assistance do you need from me?"

Old Simeon looked back at his son and daughter-in-law.

No need for their input, as Old Simeon spoke deferentially, "Lord, it’s just as we wish."

"Our family has been horse trainers on ranches for generations, continuing this work is the best for us."

Uleir and Gordon, standing behind Old Simeon, nodded firmly.

Lynn affirmed, "Very well."

"In these few days, you can continue to familiarize yourselves with the ranch and the town’s surroundings."

"Afterwards, I’ll send a hundred townsmen to the ranch for you to teach."

"As for how to teach them, it depends on your ability."

"During this period, any needs in breeding, you can find either me or Steward Kuisi."

Gratitude filled Old Simeon’s expression.

"Thank you, Lord."

Lynn nodded briefly.

As he prepared to depart, a sudden idea struck him.

Lynn addressed Old Simeon once more, "Besides training warhorses, can you train wild boars?"

Old Simeon and his family’s faces lit up with astonishment at Lynn’s query.

"Wild boars?"

"I’ve never tried training wild boars... I wouldn’t dare to hastily judge, Lord."

"However, if you need, I can give it a try..."

Lynn nodded, "I see, we will discuss it later."

The Forest Pig still requires ongoing empowerment and breeding; the timing isn’t ripe yet.

He directed Guy to remain and help them acclimate to the surroundings.

Lynn marched out of the ranch, making a beeline for the adjacent Wild Boar Farm.

By this point.

The warhorse breeding trainers were at last secured.

Next up.

Await the finish of the Red Brick House expansion construction.

Then incorporate them, placing them into essential industry roles.

As he walked, Lynn pondered the best use for the three thousand laborers.

Primarily.

As mentioned earlier, assign a hundred laborers to Old Simeon.

He would guide and instruct them, fostering a team of horse trainers skilled in horse training.

In a realm where cavalry numbers represent true battle power.

Naturally, the more horse trainers, the superior.

Next up.

Laborers must be assigned to erect the Territory Court.

Regarding what follows...

Lynn mulled it over briefly, then understood.

Until this moment.

His territory had transformed greatly from earlier days.

Back when one laborer was so rare it seemed like two in value.

With twenty-two thousand residents, excluding the enlisted soldier guards and those placed in production roles.

For the first time, he sensed an excess!

Lynn couldn't resist sighing again.

Truly, wars beyond the borders offer the finest path to secure workforce!

Pulling six hundred workers from these three thousand still yields two thousand four hundred.

Gazing at the lime road beneath his feet, Lynn lifted his brows.

His decision was set.

All two thousand four hundred could be poured into the territory's foundational builds.

Such as broadening the lime road from Lord’s Square to the outer town industries.

Earlier, scarce manpower restricted the quarried stones processed into lime.

Consequently.

The lime roads built were quite narrow.

Narrowest spots measured only about two meters.

Just at intersections did they widen to three or four meters.

Given the present manpower and supplies on hand.

He could upgrade every lime road in the territory to red brick paving, spacious enough for two carriages abreast!

Even more vital.

Following a full year of service.

The lime roads, set firm with lime mortar, now displayed potholes from relentless rain, snow wear, and heavy wheel traffic.

To ensure smoother future passage and journeys.

Expanding the territory's roads demands top priority.

Once he settled the deployment of the three thousand laborers for the Red Brick House expansion zone.

Lynn proceeded to the farm expansion zone.

Observing the five farms almost finished.

He hiked up his sleeves and merged with the builder crew.

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

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Within the town.

With George at his side, Alan traversed Lord’s Square.

Likely owing to the leather armor adorning Alan, so unlike what common townsfolk donned.

A few townsfolk passing by shot intrigued looks at Alan.

Yet.

Spotting George beside Alan, they lowered their heads in deference.

And hastened their steps, scurrying off.

Neither Alan’s costly leather armor nor the presence of the Butler and Merchant Mister George.

Were figures the locals dared provoke.

Alan ignored it all, his eyes sweeping ahead.

Amid the throng of busy workers shone plain, tranquil expressions.

Toddlers merely a few years old chased and played gleefully across Lord’s Square.

No dread of bandits, no terror of conflict, no peril of enslavement...

Beholding these sights.

Alan, whose thoughts had stayed coiled tight for years, experienced a strange wave of ease.