System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 855 - 268: Literacy Campaign (10,000 Words) (Part 6)

Lynn arched an eyebrow and said, "I also have a matter to talk about with you."

Flint showed a bit of surprise and quickly realized something.

He commented, "Lord, you're talking about those small formations in the farm, aren't you?"

Lynn gave a nod.

Flint clarified, "Don't worry, even though I haven't gone to the breeding workshop, I've kept a close eye on the building progress."

"If those youngsters haven't been lazy, I can begin setting up the magic array tomorrow!"

Lynn agreed, "Just as Sir Flint mentioned, that's exactly what I wanted to discuss."

"I require Sir Flint to finish the empowerment magic array in the farm right away."

"After that, guide Jode and the rest to construct the [Pigeon Nest]!"

The pigeons delivered by Hunter had arrived some time ago.

Without a proper breeding area, Guy had no choice but to house them in the pasture.

Flint replied casually, "No worries at all, Lord."

"With me, Flint, handling it, four small magic arrays are no big deal."

"I guarantee, within four days, you'll be able to move the wild boars from the pasture into the farm!"

Lynn answered, "That's the ideal result."

"Finish it in four days, and I'll send guards with three hundred pounds of gin straight to your home!"

At Lynn's words, Flint's bushy eyebrows jumped a few times.

"Three hundred pounds?"

"The Lord remains as generous as always!"

Lynn brushed off Flint's praise and inquired,

"Now, what did you need me for?"

Flint calmed down from his excitement.

He informed Lynn, "The defense reinforced armor I promised has begun forging and production."

"But to improve its looks, to highlight your noble status and prestige, displaying your standing."

"I must get some gold pounds from you to add into the armor..."

Lynn nodded, "How much?"

Flint's eyebrows twitched once more, "At least two pounds!"

Hearing Flint, Lynn's eyebrows lifted a touch.

Given that a gold pound weighs about nine grams.

Doing the math.

Two pounds of gold pounds equals one hundred and twelve coins!

At today's barley market rate.

One hundred and twelve gold pounds amounts to almost fifty-four thousand pounds of barley!

At present.

Embedding one hundred and twelve coins into the armor merely for better appearance.

To display the Lord's status and prestige...

If he were still short on food, this request would surely provoke a furious outburst.

Yet now, territory products bring in steady profits.

One hundred and twelve gold pounds isn't a huge sum!

The key aspect is.

As Flint pointed out.

A lord's armor symbolizes identity and status, a mark of wealth!

It safeguards the Lord's safety.

While signaling to others.

This Lord possesses ample resources for battle!

Lynn said, "Go to Kuisi, explain the situation, say it's my command, and collect it to proceed."

With Lynn's approval.

Flint responded, "Got it, Lord."

"Any other instructions? If not, can I go?"

Lynn nodded, "You're dismissed."

Flint spun around without delay and walked back the way he came.

As Flint's form vanished into the red brick housing district.

A wave of relief washed over Lynn.

Good thing Flint is around.

Without learning magic via the [Heavenly Artifacts] panel,

Lynn wouldn't know how to build unique structures like the [Mutated Wild Boar Farm], [Pigeon Nest], or [Wolf’s Den].

He pulled back his gaze.

Lynn settled on the bench, gazing at the far western sky.

The golden sun dipped slowly beyond the horizon...

Until darkness fell.

Finally, Lynn spotted groups of townsfolk, guided by the industrial workshop foreman, marching to the territory school.

The territory's literacy drive had kicked off!

Though uneducated before, tension filled their faces.

But anticipation shone brighter in their eyes.

After supper, with nothing else to do.

Better to use the evening for school in the territory to learn and advance.

Plus, the reward of one hundred military merits.

Moreover.

This literacy effort came straight from their Lord.

They were eager to join.

Right then.

A questioning voice echoed from the distance into Lynn’s ears.

"Master Lynn, night has come, yet you're still having them work?"

Lynn turned his eyes toward the voice's origin.

Alan approached with a puzzled look on his face.

Lynn smiled in greeting and shifted over, leaving space for Alan to sit.

Without any hesitation, Alan plopped down right next to Lynn.

Lynn clarified, "Not exactly laboring."

"Simply organizing for them to get some education."

"Their literacy is shockingly poor; they can't even make out basic characters or symbols."

Upon hearing Lynn's explanation, Alan's brows shot up in surprise.

Education for these townsfolk?

Literacy levels that low?

Shouldn't that be obvious?

Lynn has truly begun setting up education for the townsmen?

This...

Alan's lips parted slightly, eager to question.

Yet, recalling that the man beside him was none other than Master Lynn.

A Lord who offers the townsmen free meals and lodging.

Such generosity is scarce in the domains of other Lords.

Now, Master Lynn extends education to the townsfolk too.

No wonder—it's hardly shocking!

To him,

Master Lynn's mindset surpasses that of typical Lords by far.

After a brief rest on the bench,

Observing the townsmen slowly dispersing ahead,

Alan finally turned to Lynn and inquired, "Master Lynn."

"Are you truly satisfied remaining in this remote borderland forever?"