CHAPTER 365: CHAPTER 187: SLAUGHTERER (10,000) _6

"Nora is responsible for grazing, while Brendan is in charge of livestock patrols and transporting some feed..."

Lynn nodded slightly, "Very good work."

"Many Coatsworth Sheep on my ranch are pregnant, and it happens that we need more ranch workers with breeding experience."

"Are you willing to work on the ranch?"

Listening to Lynn’s inquiry, Betina raised her slender eyebrows.

The three of them had already learned from other townsmen that there was a large ranch on this land.

They were thinking about how to meet the Lord and convince him to let them work on the ranch and make their contributions.

They didn’t expect the Lord would accurately and promptly find them first.

Betina glanced at Brendan and Nora on either side, and said happily, "Lord, we are very willing!"

Lynn’s words were calm, "What I need to tell you is that starting next year, there may be more poultry or livestock entering the ranch."

"During this time, you need to teach those ranch workers who aren’t very skilled in breeding the techniques."

"Outside of feeding livestock and poultry, this is your most important task."

Betina didn’t hesitate, "Yes, Lord!"

Lynn responded, "Go report to Guy. He’s the foreman of the ranch and he will help you get familiar with the environment."

Under the guard’s guidance, Betina and the others left.

Afterwards.

Another few groups of townsmen with various Level 3 Skills were assigned to different suitable positions.

Level 3 [Forging] went to Ehrelo’s Blacksmith Workshop, Level 3 [Medicine] went to Old John’s hospital, and so on.

All the townsmen with Level 3 skills were assigned appropriately, and the sky outside the castle gradually darkened.

Dozens of maidens in the castle began their daily tasks — illuminating the entire castle.

The gas with a strange odor slowly spread within the castle.

Lynn stepped to a nearly five-meter-high glazed window.

Through the pale blue glass glaze, his gaze looked towards the far outside.

Teams of townsmen were walking back along the lime road towards the town’s defensive line.

Lynn’s gaze looked farther away; there lay the direction of the city walls.

...

Among cultivated fields where winter barley had been planted.

Figures riding horses walked along the gravel paths of the farmland.

Behind dozens of horses was a somber metallic sound.

Swish, swish, swish~

The orderly sound of footsteps accompanied the clinking of armor, echoing under the increasingly darkening night sky.

Soldiers were lined up in ranks of six, the rear almost extending beyond sight.

They wore metal helmets, clad in dark blue-green armor. A Greatsword with a hilt longer than the head was strapped on their back.

The left arm wore a black elliptical long shield, sharp at the bottom.

If met with a cavalry attack, they could immediately plant the long shield into the ground to form a defensive front.

On the Round Shield and their armor was a distinct emblem.

An emblem of crossed Greatsword and Shield.

This was the Ducas Clan’s family insignia used for nearly hundreds of years!

Among them, soldiers held flagpoles five or six meters tall, with blood-red flags embroidered with black Greatswords and Shields.

As the cold wind blew, the flags flapped, making a rustling sound.

In the vanguard of the marching army.

A young man riding a strong warhorse turned to look at the rear.

The orderly marching army, adorned in armor, inspired fear. The young man smiled with satisfaction.

Beside him, a middle-aged man said with a smile, "Master, the Marquis Duca greatly values you."

"Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dispatched so many soldiers to this frontier to eliminate bandits!"

Lawrence glanced at Godfrey with slight disdain, "Of course he values me; I’m his half-brother."

"Before Mark inherited the title, I chose to pledge loyalty to him, never to betray!"

"The key point is that our father favored both him and me..."

"Which means, if I were to contend for the title, I would have a chance!"

Godfrey chose silence, not daring to discuss the internal matters of the Ducas Clan.

He knew exactly what to say and what not to say.

Otherwise.

Former Marquis Donovan wouldn’t have entrusted his younger son to him for training and refinement.

Seeing Godfrey respond, Lawrence hummed softly and looked forward.

He continued, "How far are we from Morgan Town?"

Godfrey moved slightly, pulling out a map from his bosom. After a moment of examination, he explained, "Due to the cold weather, the march is slow. It’ll take at least four more days..."

Lawrence glanced at Godfrey impatiently.

"It’s getting dark; find a place ahead to rest."

"If not for that damned Mark, I should be lying in the Wooden Brothel on Evelyn’s bosom."

"Those bandits even more damned!"

"Don’t they know this is the Ducas Clan’s territory? Dare to keep raiding villages and towns!"

"Also, the local vassals are damned!"

"Using Ducas Clan’s lands, enslaving so many peasants, yet unable to deal with a mere bandit group!"

Suddenly.

Lawrence’s gaze shifted to Godfrey, questioning harshly, "Why are you not moving? Want to let me freeze to death here?"

Godfrey quickly responded, "Yes, master, I’ll arrange it right away."

Lawrence said nothing further.

Watching as Godfrey called a few soldiers to arrange to find a site ahead for the army to camp.

In just a few minutes.

Cavalry scouts returned, and Godfrey arranged for logistics soldiers to go ahead and start setting up camp.

Yet even so.

Lawrence’s brow still slightly furrowed, as if carrying endless resentment.

Soldiers passing by dared not slack off, fearing to anger this Slaughterer!

While in the Bordeaux City Wooden Brothel, displeased by other customers interrupting his affair.

Lawrence butchered all eighty-one members of that customer’s family, with none spared!

Since then, Lawrence was known by a nickname—Slaughterer!