System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 873 - 271: Appointing You as Commander (10,000)_6

In this battle, the Ducas Clan needs to carry out Mitchell's edicts all at once.

Protect the Ducas Clan’s forces as best as possible.

And seize the greatest benefits from this fight!

Because.

Profit stands as the true goal of any war!

Mark glanced at Godfrey and questioned, "Based on your words, sending the Sword and Shield Corps against Spirit Reef Port is the optimal move."

"Even though it risks harming the Ducas Clan’s troops?"

Godfrey let out a soft sigh: "To save the Sword and Shield Corps and skip attacking Spirit Reef Port would mean defying the orders."

"After His Highness Mitchell claims victory, he’ll surely hold you accountable."

"Yet if the Sword and Shield Corps stays put at Windmill Ridge Canyon,"

"they’d still stand no chance against the Red Dragon Riders..."

"Marquis, do you believe any other option exists for you now?"

Mark’s expression turned rigid.

Several seconds passed.

Mark declared gravely, "No options remain."

Godfrey nodded, stating, "Thus, after balancing gains and losses, attacking Spirit Reef Port emerges as your sole path!"

"Marquis, I suspect His Highness Mitchell anticipated every detail."

"It’s a straightforward plan, foreseeable by all!"

Mark grew quiet again.

After a brief interval.

Mark sat up straight, faced Godfrey squarely, and inquired.

"Knight Commander Godfrey, should I name you leader of this campaign, what steps would you take?"

"The edict’s directives are clear; the Ducas Clan gets just half a month."

Godfrey’s brow shot up instantly, "Appointing me as commander?"

…

Over the next three days.

Lynn devoted himself entirely to the cafeteria kitchen.

Constantly preparing and cooking meals for the territory’s residents.

His [Cooking] skill experience surged rapidly.

After grabbing a casual lunch at the cafeteria.

Lynn headed to Lord’s Square, settling beneath a relocated tree to savor its shade.

A gentle breeze carrying the river’s earthy aroma swept in from the Aladia River.

With a full belly, reclining on the bench, basking in the river wind, hearing cicadas sing from the woods...

This kind of afternoon brought pure relaxation and ease.

Not just for Lynn.

The residents shared that sentiment.

Everyone picked a cozy spot for a quick break.

Late June had arrived.

Daily temperatures averaged twenty-seven to twenty-eight degrees.

Indoor labor remained tolerable.

But outdoor field work amid wild growth and no cover...

Forcing residents to toil under blazing sun and intense heat would spark widespread heat exhaustion.

Instead of allowing heatstroke to strike these residents and drag down their productivity.

Allowing an hour’s rest post-lunch proved wiser.

Therefore.

This approach safeguarded their daily output, averted mass heat issues, and even lifted loyalty among the new arrivals!

A perfect outcome for all.

Yet.

Lynn realized well.

Even without his noon rest mandate for the residents.

Their loyalty would climb swiftly anyway.

The territory’s living standards proved far too appealing.

Particularly after handing out the red brick homes.

These residents’ loyalty values soared visibly!

Keep in mind.

Most residents hailed from manor farms as peasants!

They’d never possessed their own homes.

Much less fresh red brick houses furnished completely.

Seizing this idle moment.

Lynn pondered briefly, accessed the [Profession System and Reassignment], and kept allotting various jobs to the territory’s people.

Put differently.

Functions from [Heavenly Artifacts] mode interconnected seamlessly.

Projecting figures from the [Holographic Map] allowed role assignments via [Profession System and Reassignment].

Failing that.

Managing assignments for over 22,000 territory dwellers would prove daunting.

Since, to Lynn.

Aside from those in distinct areas showing clear variations in build and complexion.

Other residents appeared nearly indistinguishable.

While Lynn handled assignments.

Red, positioned behind him, surveyed the area alertly.

Shortly after.

Red’s eyes locked past Lord’s Square.

In a sun-drenched spot.

Fully laden wagons, pulled by sturdy draft horses, neared Lord’s Square.

At this sight.

Red alerted the bench-sitting Lynn: "Master."

"Carriages are coming closer."

Hearing Red, Lynn looked that way.

A bit later.

The convoy halted in Lord’s Square’s open area.

At the head of the group, a young lady clad in white leather armor leaped down from her white warhorse.

Her eyes rapidly swept over Lord’s Square.

Moments later.

Her sight settled on Lynn, who lounged on the bench.

The young lady’s long, exquisite eyebrows lifted prominently.

Her long, bare legs carried her forward as she marched straight to Lynn.

Right in front of Lynn, she leaned at the waist, stretching out her long, uncovered arms and hands.

"Master Lynn, long time no see. Have you missed me?"

Graceful and toned, the young woman stood before him, her form-fitting leather armor accentuating a slender waist that one hand could easily grasp when she bent forward.

Her pale, snowy cleavage peeked out subtly, on the verge of spilling free.

Lynn reached out his right hand and gently took hold of the young woman’s.

A smooth, silky, and incredibly soft feeling surged into his grasp right away.

"Miss Kari, it really has been a while since our last meeting."

"I figured Miss Kari might have forgotten about our old deal."

The warmth from Lynn’s hand made Kari flash a crafty grin.

She pulled back her hand and teased playfully: "Master Lynn, how could that be?"

"Kari still awaits the day Master Lynn rises as the mighty future lord."

Lynn shot Kari a direct eye-roll.

Months had flown by since Kari’s previous visit to his territory.

Should Kari have been dealing in goods close by, she would have shown up ages ago.

Yet Kari had not appeared.

Still, Lynn held back from probing too deeply.

Despite their merchant partnership pact with Kari,

it existed only as spoken words.

No firm limits on trading frequency were stipulated in the deal.