System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 938 - 282: Rare Spiritual Guardian Armor (10,000)_5

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As evening descended, Lynn, with a sense of exhaustion, made his way back towards the castle.

His journey took him past the cluster of Red Brick Houses before he finally reached the castle gates.

Kuisi greeted him, and Lynn took his customary seat at the head of the dining table.

The sight of the table laden with an assortment of delectable and aromatic dishes made his mouth water.

Undoubtedly, the culinary creations from the castle’s kitchen surpassed the fare served in the canteen in terms of refinement.

Yet, even the canteen’s food held its own appeal for Lynn.

Imagine: wholesome barley bread seasoned with fine salt, succulent chunks of meat in rich stews, and a variety of fresh vegetables harvested from the fields.

Such sustenance was packed with the essential nutrients the townsfolk required after a long day of labor!

Crucially, the meals were generously proportioned with oil and fat!

Without sufficient oil and fat, the townsfolk would struggle to maintain the energy needed for demanding physical work.

While not mirroring the opulent lifestyle of the Lord Nobility, this way of life

offered a far more abundant existence compared to that of other Free People and their previous circumstances.

Enjoying three hearty meals a day, each featuring meat, was an unimaginable luxury for common Free People and Peasants.

Under the attentive service of Kuisi and the maids, Lynn commenced his evening meal.

Following dinner, he cleansed himself, washing away the grime and sweat accumulated throughout the day.

Lynn gently tightened his hold, embracing Janet from behind.

He felt the yielding softness of her form pressing against him.

...

Beneath the cloak of the night sky.

Outside the confines of Morgan Town, along a gravel path meandering through the reaped fields,

a troop of armored cavalrymen trotted along, their right hands gripping the reins and their left hands holding flickering torches.

Despite the late hour,

a brilliant silver moonlight bathed the harvested fields in its glow.

At the vanguard of the cavalry contingent,

the patrol captain, having removed his helmet, savored the cool night breeze that drifted from the distance.

It carried an earthy fragrance,

invigorating his slightly heavy senses.

Patrol Captain Dorian cast a glance behind him, observing that several of his soldiers exhibited a similar state of weariness to what he had felt moments before.

A slight frown creased Dorian’s brow as he addressed the four men,

"Maintain your alertness! We’ve barely begun our patrol, and you’re already succumbing to drowsiness?"

"If sleepiness overcomes you, halt and refresh yourselves with water from the river."

"Proceeding at a slower pace is acceptable, but allowing your minds to drift and consequently missing something crucial would constitute a grave dereliction of duty!"

"You are all aware of the reports of unidentified cavalry near the outskirts of Morgan Town..."

Upon hearing Dorian’s admonishment, the four soldiers, who had been on the verge of nodding off, immediately straightened.

"Understood, Captain Dorian."

Dorian gave a curt nod, choosing not to elaborate further.

His warnings to his men needed to be concise.

Excessive explanation might only breed annoyance or defiance.

It was more effective to directly underscore the potential consequences.

As for implementing the necessary actions, even without his explicit instruction, these four soldiers understood their duty.

This was his subtle method for fostering good relations with his subordinates.

As anticipated,

just as Dorian had predicted,

when their horses reached a small stream,

the soldiers pulled back on their reins, dismounted, and knelt by the bank, splashing the cool creek water onto their faces to remain alert.

Dorian’s eyebrows arched subtly.

His gaze swept across the surrounding landscape.

Within the harvested fields, only the stubble of the crops remained.

A vast expanse of undisturbed barley rustled incessantly in the nocturnal wind,

resembling waves, cresting and receding in endless layers...

Looking further into the darkening horizon, apart from the general dimness, no anomalies were discernible.

A subtle sense of relief washed over Dorian.

As the leader of a night patrol, his deepest wish was for everything to remain undisturbed and normal.

Here, at the periphery of Morgan Town,

should any trouble arise, their small unit of five light cavalry might not even survive long enough to relay the warning back.

A few moments later.

Dorian glanced towards the four soldiers by the creek and called out,

"Hurry with your washing, why linger?"

"We still have several points to inspect!"

Hearing Dorian’s prompt, a young man flashed a grin, revealing his white teeth.

"Captain Dorian, why not join us? The water from this creek is remarkably invigorating!"

Another soldier chimed in agreement, "Indeed, with no one around in the dead of night, why not take a proper wash?"

"Wearing armor day in and day out in this heat makes one feel utterly grimy!"

The other two also added their voices: "Yes, Captain Dorian, you should wash up too?"

"Or perhaps you could wash first while I stand guard?"

Witnessing their eager expressions, Dorian couldn't help but roll his eyes.

After conducting another swift sweep of the vicinity to confirm the absence of any threats,

Dorian addressed the four, "If you wish to wash, do so swiftly, then let's resume our patrol!"

Receiving Dorian’s conditional assent, the four men’s faces lit up with evident delight.

With unified voices, they promptly started to shed their heavy armor, poised to cleanse themselves in the shallow creek, no more than a meter in depth.

As their armor pieces were carefully removed, revealing undergarments and trousers thoroughly drenched in perspiration,