System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 850 - 268: Literacy Campaign (10,000 Words)

Right up to dusk.

Lynn set aside the wall-building tools he held and told the construction workers they could wrap up for the day.

He led the exit, departing from the {Mutated Wild Boar Farm} first.

With just a thought, Lynn pulled up the {Heavenly Artifacts} interface for a swift check.

{Construction: Level 3 (936/1000)}(+)

Leveling up to 4 would require no more than another day or two at most.

He shut the panel and strolled down the path toward town.

His eyes stretched out to the horizon.

Gazing upon the world bathed in golden sunset hues, a wave of heartfelt ease washed over him.

Even amid the turmoil raging beyond his territory's borders.

In their bid to seize imperial power and claim the throne as Emperor of the Empire.

The two Princes kept rallying factions amid swirling undercurrents of intrigue.

Yet none of it touched the explosive growth surging inside his domain.

On this wild, desolate frontier, Gavin directed three thousand townsfolk in tireless toil, bent on carving out more fields.

All for extra farmland to sow greater yields of grain.

In those fields, Wilbur oversaw two thousand farmers tending the vast hundred thousand acres already sown.

Just biding time until the barley ripened for harvest in August or September.

Within the Handicraft Workshop District, countless workshops churned out goods around the clock.

Weapons, armor, longbows, crossbows, alongside everyday essentials.

The pastures brimmed with livestock and poultry, their numbers swelled manifold.

Old Simeon’s family had now joined the fold too.

Given sufficient time, they’d produce a full herd of mighty warhorses!

The clash for imperial rule hadn’t ignited yet.

For Lynn, it meant pure gains without a single drawback!

Why?

He required ample time and a steady, structured setting to propel his territory’s progress onward.

Should the imperial struggle erupt.

The whole Karedi Empire would plunge into turmoil.

No soul could foresee the perils lurking come dawn.

Shoving aside his wandering musings, Lynn arrived back at the Lord’s Square.

He turned to the guards trailing him.

"Head to the Handicraft District’s workshops and summon everyone to the castle."

"I’ve got vital news to share."

The guards chorused back: "Yes, my lord."

With that command issued.

The guards dashed off with long strides toward the Handicraft Workshop District.

Lynn’s eyes scanned the townsfolk streaming back into town.

As he nearly turned aside, he spotted Alan approaching with George in tow from the distance.

Still.

Lynn spared them one look before averting his gaze, striding toward the castle.

Upon reaching the castle.

The maids had kindled every oil lamp within the reception hall.

Flickering flames illuminated the somewhat sparse hall.

Thanks to the lamps’ blend of fish oil and resin.

A unique aroma permeated the space, laced with a subtle perfume.

With maids curtsying in welcome, Lynn crossed the reception hall and claimed the lord’s throne.

At present, across the territory.

Handicraft industries, foundational builds, and mining ventures had all settled into smooth, steady expansion.

The moment had come to boost the townsfolk’s education sharply.

He’d harbored the plan for ages: founding a night school to launch widespread literacy drives!

Harnessing the hours post-work and supper, he’d rally them for mass lessons in reading, writing, and letters.

No need for every townsman to master oversight.

Merely that, upon reading orders from him or fellow leaders.

They’d grasp the intent precisely and carry them out without flaw.

Thus!

Naturally.

Should the literacy push uncover townsfolk shining in intellect or command.

He’d scout and elevate them swiftly!

Especially those gifted with innate {Talent} and {Skills} for governance.

Even with prior handling experience, Lynn deemed them gems.

Remember.

Almost all—ninety-nine percent—of his territory’s townsmen lacked any schooling whatsoever.

They struggled to govern their own actions and speech.

Much less directing others!

While Lynn sat upon the lord’s throne in anticipation.

Kuisi glided forward softly.

She inquired, "My lord, dinner awaits. Should we hold off until after your gathering?"

Lynn responded, "Yes, post-meeting."

Kuisi replied crisply, "Understood, my lord."

Then she withdrew, poised for his next command.

Time flew by swiftly.

One by one, figures ascended the third-floor stairs, filing into the reception hall.

As their eyes swept across the hall and caught sight of Lynn seated on the lord’s throne.

They swiftly quickened their steps toward the front.

A handful of foremen from the Handicraft Workshop District arrived first.

Ehrelo, Yimini, Jose, Colin, Layla, and others.

They formed a neat line, bowing respectfully as they said, "My lord."

Lynn gave a nod, "Hmm, wait a moment, the meeting will commence when everyone is here."

A few minutes later.

Additional figures made their way into the reception hall.

These turned out to be workshop leaders from outside the town.

Guy, Gavin, Wilbur, Jode, Avery, Garcia, and others.

Petra, the document clerk, stood among them.

They aligned themselves before Lynn, voicing in unison, "My lord."

Lynn shifted his gaze, surveying the over a dozen leaders positioned in front of him.