System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 946 - 284: Gold Pounds Pave the Way (10,000)

Although he has not yet confirmed it.

Whether Viscount Jon Zack was the one who instigated Manor Lord Zok to investigate the Morgan Town under his control.

Lynn still felt it was highly probable.

Otherwise, why would a mere manor lord commanding only five hundred soldiers dare to covet Morgan Town, which was already occupied by armored soldiers?

The stark contrast between fully armored soldiers and ordinary ones clad in leather and cloth armor was immense in terms of combat power.

As for the suspicions and vigilance of Manor Lord Zok that Bader had mentioned, Lynn paid them no mind.

If they dared to dispatch spies into Morgan Town to gather intelligence, Zock Connally would have to be prepared to face his wrath.

However, the summer planting in his territory was still incomplete.

Morgan Town was currently in the midst of its summer harvest.

Furthermore, the strength of Viscount Jon Zack’s supporters had not yet been clearly ascertained.

Also, the thousand sets of composite armor at the blacksmith and weaving workshops were not yet finished.

To err on the side of caution, he decided to wait a little longer.

Suppressing his thoughts, Lynn inquired of Earl about the current harvesting progress in Morgan Town.

Even though the free people recruited by Boer knew they would receive one-tenth of the harvested crops' weight, they were working diligently every day.

Nevertheless, each of them could only harvest approximately three acres per diem.

With the current six hundred free people in Morgan Town, and having harvested for a full month, this meant that crops from only a little over fifty thousand acres had been gathered so far.

An additional sixty to seventy thousand acres of various crop fields still awaited harvesting.

At this pace, without any unforeseen issues, it would take at least another month to complete the harvest.

Another month would push the timeline to the end of August, or even early September.

By the time the free people finished plowing the land, they would have completely missed the summer planting season.

Due to the recent harvest, the land in Morgan Town could not be immediately replanted with grains.

Even with the aid of heavy plows for cultivation and compost to enrich the soil's fertility, it was still impossible for that land to yield another substantial grain harvest.

He had no shortage of barley seeds for planting; ninety-nine million pounds of winter barley were more than enough for Morgan Town’s arable land.

What he lacked most were manpower and time.

If Boer could not recruit more free people to send to Morgan Town, then with the current labor force of six hundred, the aspiration to cultivate and plant the twelve hundred thousand acres of arable land in Morgan Town was nothing short of a fool’s dream.

Despite this, Lynn did not harbor excessive worry.

His initial objective and plan were simply to harvest as much of the crops from Morgan Town’s land as possible, under the condition of maintaining safety.

Although labor shortages had led to low harvesting efficiency, the fact remained that over fifty thousand acres had already been harvested and transported back to his territory via carriages.

In his estimation, this was already an unexpected bonus.

As long as all the crops in Morgan Town could be harvested, he could meticulously plan the subsequent planting arrangements at his leisure.

It was important to remember that outside his territory, the Imperial Authority battle had already commenced.

With Viscount Jon Zack and a multitude of manor lords harboring ambitions, in such a climate rife with undercurrents, Lynn would not be concerned even if the land in Morgan Town remained fallow for one or two planting seasons.

Having gained a general understanding of the harvesting progress in Morgan Town from Earl, Lynn offered a few more instructions before dismissing him.

As he watched Earl mount a warhorse and depart with several soldiers escorting the spy Bader, Lynn was about to withdraw his gaze.

From a distance, several cavalry figures were seen galloping towards Lord’s Square once more.

As the cavalry figures gradually approached, illuminated by the rays of the setting sun, Lynn clearly discerned a prominent cross badge emblazoned on the chest armor of each rider.

This was the exclusive emblem of the Church.

Under Lynn’s observation, the cavalry halted at Lord’s Square.

The burly middle-aged man at the forefront of the group surveyed his surroundings.

Soon, upon spotting the young man seated on a distant bench, Samuel’s eyes brightened.

Without preamble, he dismounted and strode purposefully towards Lynn, accompanied by four armored soldiers.

In contrast to the townspeople's familiarity with Earl and his men in armor, Samuel and his companions, distinguished by the cross symbol on their chest plates, drew curious glances from passersby.

Under the scrutiny of the townsfolk, Samuel led his soldiers to Lynn's presence.

Samuel offered a slight bow, executing the Church's customary salutation, and greeted with a smile, "Lord Lynn, it has been a long time."

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly and replied, "Indeed, Captain Samuel, it has been a long time."

"I assumed Bishop Semo no longer required my tithes."

Ever since Bishop Semo had departed with Samuel and his cavalry contingent after their visit to the town, they had not been seen again.

Had it not been for Semo's decree concerning Morgan Town's ownership issued in Kakasong City, Lynn might have dismissed the entire affair as if it had never occurred.

Observing the young lord continuing to sit on the bench, Samuel remained largely unconcerned.