System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 866 - 270: Profession System and Reassignment

"Everyone, war is imminent!"

"To ensure our territory survives this war and even advances..."

"We have to put everything into it!"

Erelo Wesley and the rest grew solemn at Lynn’s declaration.

Together, they replied, "Yes, my lord."

Lynn commanded, "All of you, withdraw now."

After getting Lynn’s order, Rose Elero and the others held back any more speech.

They bowed respectfully and moved back out.

Footsteps echoed away until the reception hall turned quiet.

Gazing at the now-empty reception hall,

Lynn remained deep in contemplation with a furrowed brow.

Yet soon enough.

Lynn cleared away those troubling thoughts.

Should the Karedi Empire plunge into a battle over imperial power.

Should flames of war consume the whole Empire.

Should the folk beyond his territory endure great hardship.

Thanks to the defenses erected in his territory and his soldier count.

Unless tens of thousands of troops with siege gear assault his walls.

He could make full use of the walls and Weng City to defend steadfastly!

As noble lords chase greater gains and rank amid the imperial power struggle.

He buys his territory extra time for growth.

The fields he planted require sufficient time to ripen and yield harvest.

His workshops for crafting demand ample time to forge armor sets and weapons.

His pastures and livestock farms need the same...

Rather than pushing outward to grab workers, gather provisions, and claim huge territories.

Time is what he craves most!

His territory stays in early growth phase.

Nowhere near ready to challenge mighty external lords!

Rising from his lordly throne, Lynn headed to his personal chambers.

Moments before, Kuisi had notified him the bathwater was prepared.

Janet, clad in a sheer robe, stood ready beside the tub.

Spotting Lynn step into the chambers, Janet’s pulse raced uncontrollably.

Though not her initial service in bathing and massaging Lynn,

whenever Lynn appeared and memories flooded her thoughts.

An odd nervousness gripped Janet.

Was it the commanding presence radiating from Lynn as Lord?

As Janet pondered this.

Lynn halted right before her while approaching.

Under her confused stare, Lynn extended his arm expectantly.

Janet instantly grasped what Lynn desired.

Lynn wished for her to remove his clothes!

A light flush crept across Janet’s face at once.

Without a word, she approached Lynn obediently and undid his belt.

Janet remained oblivious.

Her forward lean revealed the pale softness of her chest completely to Lynn’s eyes.

Janet gently peeled off Lynn’s silk robe.

Faced with Lynn’s robust, toned physique, Janet’s breath grew a bit faster.

She informed him, "My lord, the bath awaits you."

Lynn nodded, advanced, mounted the steps, and slipped into the tub.

As Lynn settled back into the water, Janet sighed inwardly with ease.

Right when she reached to wet the cloth for Lynn’s face,

Lynn’s words sounded in Janet’s ears.

"Skip the massage tonight—just bathe with me."

Janet’s eyes flew wide open.

No massage...

Bath together...

Though Lynn left it unsaid,

past encounters made it clear.

Janet understood precisely what followed without explanation.

Yet Janet realized.

Inner resistance had vanished!

Anticipation surged instead...

Janet whispered, "Yes, my lord."

She moved beside the tub.

Janet’s fingers worked to loosen her robe’s ties.

Moments passed.

The robe slid from her shoulders and dropped to the ground.

Lynn’s bold eyes roamed freely across her form.

Tension coiled tighter in Janet’s chest.

Her heart’s ’thumping’ echoed loud in her ears.

Even so.

Janet advanced and slipped into the tub.

She eased down into the steaming water, drawing close to Lynn.

Brushing Lynn’s firm arm sent a shiver through Janet’s frame.

Brushing aside her inner jitters, Janet hugged Lynn’s arm close.

Her floating fullness pressed and molded against it.

Before Janet savored the hot water’s warmth fully,

A firm palm landed on her belly, sliding swiftly higher.

Within an instant.

That firm palm seized the pale mound before her.

Janet’s brows knit together right away.

Her soft lips parted slightly, releasing a heated gasp.

Her look at Lynn brimmed with hesitation.

...

Three days later at dawn.

Lynn stirred awake early.

Janet curled in his arm with tear stains at her eyes drew a subtle arch to his brows.

On this occasion.

Lynn let Janet continue sleeping undisturbed.

He climbed out of the bed and slipped into a fresh robe.