System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 861 - 269: Sudden Death of the Emperor of the Empire (10,000 Words) (6)

Needless to say.

Hunter of the Riverside Rest Tavern kept visiting his territory nonstop to buy liquor.

Part of the territory's grain had been allocated to the brewing workshop.

Thus.

The brewing workshop generated heaps of leftover distillers’ grains.

While some went toward distiller’s grain cakes for the townsfolk.

The bulk of distillers’ grains served as fodder for the farm's poultry and livestock.

For creatures like wild boars that eat anything, mixing distillers’ grains with tubers or peas and such.

Makes the finest feed.

Ideal for bulking up those wild boar piglets.

Once he sorted things out with Guy, Lynn felt content and headed back to town as dusk fell.

All five wild boar farms stood finished and operational.

Next up would surely be the Pigeon Nest and Wolf’s Den.

Yet with Jode overseeing the builders.

He needn't fret excessively.

For sure, after building those wild boar farms lately.

They'd amassed plenty of building know-how.

Having the blueprints at hand, they wouldn't struggle.

What proved toughest was.

Training the wild boars, pigeons, and wild wolves!

Besides Old Simeon's family, fresh arrivals skilled in warhorse training and breeding.

He lacked handlers for those exotic beasts.

Should suitable trainers remain unfound by the wild boar strengthening and breeding's end.

He'd need to handle it personally.

Pushing such worries aside, he crossed a vast stretch of fields.

Lynn arrived back at Lord’s Square.

Upon reaching Lord’s Square, a silhouette dashed toward him swiftly.

Raising his gaze, Lynn spotted Gasper, the spy chief who'd once hidden in Morgan Town!

After he wiped out the Morgan Town manor.

He sent Gasper's group to Kakasong City for intel collection.

Lacking formal spy training, their skills stayed basic.

Hence.

He avoided setting up Gasper's crew as an intel hub at Hunter’s Riverside Rest Tavern.

Blending into crowds to pick up tidbits suited their talents better.

Evidently.

Gasper had just come back from beyond the territory.

He huffed and puffed, utterly winded.

Gasper recalled Lynn’s prior orders clearly.

Instead of blurting out his report, he worked to even his breath and slow his pulse.

Lynn stayed patient, waiting in silence.

One minute passed.

With Gasper’s breath steady at last, he spoke up: "Master Lynn, we’ve received accurate information!"

"The Emperor of the Karedi Empire, Charlemagne VI, was slain in his sleeping chamber, dying abruptly at dawn four days ago."

Gasper pressed on without pause: "The killer of Charlemagne VI is... his second son, Caesar Carolin!"

Lynn’s eyebrows knit tightly as he pressed Gasper for verification.

"Are you sure of the accuracy of the intelligence source?"

He needed to grasp.

The Karedi Empire sat in a tense phase amid the fight for Imperial Authority.

False tales could easily spread for gain.

Gasper answered without a second’s doubt, voice resolute: "Master, the one who delivered the information is a court messenger..."

Lynn nodded mutely.

The slaying of Charlemagne VI surprised him only mildly.

After all.

Charlemagne VI ruled as Emperor of the Karedi Empire!

An Emperor assassinated in his bedchamber...

Uncommon, yet not impossible.

Most shocking of all was.

The slayer of Charlemagne VI turned out to be Kai Caesar Carolin!

Unlike Mitchell, bearer of the ’Spear of the Empire’ title.

The second son Caesar stayed far less prominent.

Still.

Lynn refused to dismiss this prince who rarely showed his face!

He had to admit.

The Duke of Red Dragon, mightiest in arms among the Karedi Empire’s Three Great Dukes, trusted and backed Caesar Carolin loyally.

A heavy cavalry force capable of shaking the whole Karedi Empire!

In a flash.

A puzzle formed in Lynn’s thoughts.

Caesar Carolin, though second son, enjoyed Charlemagne VI’s deep favor.

His memories held clear instances.

Charlemagne VI repeatedly voiced open praise for Caesar during feasts.

Lynn sensed that even with eldest son Mitchell there.

Charlemagne VI appeared set to bequeath the Karedi Empire’s throne to Caesar.

Bolstered by the Duke of Red Dragon’s mighty forces.

And the Empire’s Emperor’s fondness.

Why would Caesar murder a fading ruler like Charlemagne VI?

Lynn leaned more toward thinking that ’Spear of the Empire’ Mitchell was the one who slew Charlemagne VI inside the sleeping chamber!

A massive concealed truth surely lurked behind it all!

However.

With such scant intelligence collected thus far, he could only guess this much.

Lynn pressed Gasper further: "Any more intelligence available?"

Embarrassment crossed Gasper’s features as he shook his head: "That’s everything for now, Master."

Lynn held no grudge, replying: "You did great bringing this intel back to the territory so promptly—now get some rest."

Gasper offered no further words, just a grunt of acknowledgment, then departed.

While observing Gasper’s exit, Lynn’s thoughts lingered on Charlemagne VI’s assassination.

Charlemagne VI’s demise could easily drag the Karedi Empire into outright war.

Sparking the brewing fight over Imperial Authority straight into full-blown conflict!

A faint foreboding stirred in Lynn.

War loomed on the horizon!

As Lynn ruminated deeply in his mind.

Beneath a radiant golden sunset, an extended line of carriages neared Lord’s Square.

Spotting the familiar convoy, Alan from the trade guild house hastened briskly toward Lord’s Square.

Upon sighting Lynn, Alan rushed right over.

Grinning broadly, he declared: "Lord, my carriage convoy has made it back yet again!"

"After staying in your territory this long, it feels like departure time has arrived."

Lynn gave a nod, readying his response.

Alan’s Guard Commander leaped down swiftly and hurried over to Alan with urgent strides.

A frantic look and hasty movements.

Alan instantly sensed trouble.

He gestured to Lynn before heading to the Guard Commander.

The Guard Commander leaned in close to Alan, whispering urgently into his ear...