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half a month later.

Ron stood on the high ground of the manor and turned his gaze to the clay mine to the west.

Three brick kilns have been erected there, with thick black smoke billowing into the sky.

The construction of the five farms has been completed, and most of the serfs in the territory are currently working in brick kilns and salt mines.

The serfs are using wheelbarrows to transport freshly fired red bricks to the manor. These bricks will be used to replace the wooden fences, starting with the walls of the lord's manor and gradually replacing the fortifications of the various villages.

"How is the brick kiln project progressing?"

"The first kiln produced five thousand large bricks, enough to build a wall ten feet long," Perrin said with a smile.

"The old brick-making craftsmen said that the clay is of good quality, and firing a few kilns a day can supply the renovation of the manor."

My lord, as you instructed, the brick kiln has now implemented a day and night shift system, and a schedule has been set for them.

The serfs no longer have to be whipped every day; they are only punished weekly for those who are eliminated due to poor performance. Now they are much more enthusiastic about their work.

Your men all praise you, lord, as a great benefactor.

Ron was making a fuss about this, saying that he would let them taste the good fortune later, and that they would never be able to repay the lord's kindness!

"Another eight thousand large bricks came out last night. The bricklayer said that we can start dismantling the wooden fence of the lord's manor today, starting with the brick wall from the east gate, and it is expected to be completed in five days."

"What about the walls of the five farms?" Ron's gaze swept over the distant wheat village, where the wooden fences were faintly visible in the morning mist.

"Let's do it in order."

He added, "The saltworks have also been set up, and a team of serfs are boiling salt."

It's snow-white, looks nice, and can produce more than 100 jin of salt every day.

At this moment, Laun returned from outside. "Sir, the people we sent out to gather information have returned."

Ron turned and walked towards the lord's villa: "Tell me about it."

"The lord of Blackrock Territory in the east is named Hosen, a lame old knight whose territory is famous for mining obsidian. He has always been at odds with Boris of Waterfront Territory," Laun said rapidly as he followed behind.

"The Green Lake Territory, which borders to the southwest, was defeated by the Waterfront Territory last year. Lord Baron Austin was captured and was only released after paying a ransom of three elf insects."

Now, it's practically crippled, only able to guard its territory and incapable of expansion. It's said they're seeking allies to oppose Baron Boris of the Waterfront.

"Heh, this Baron Boris really isn't popular! Tell me more about this Baron Boris," Ron said with a serious expression.

"Baron Boris was the second son of a knightly family. In his youth, he traveled to various countries and later distinguished himself in the kingdom's wars. I heard that he was also appreciated by Earl of the Bauhinia and married his daughter to him."

Ron listened, speechless. "This sounds a bit like the main character!"

"Continue."

"Baron Boris arrived at the settlement five years ago, successfully developed it, and built a castle."

Their strength has grown considerably in the past two years, and their ambition to expand is very strong, making them one of the more powerful forces in this wilderness.

"However, this year, among the pioneering nobles conferred by the Duchy, our River Bend Territory and his northern Maolin Ridge have effectively blocked his expansionist direction."

Ron was feeling a bit unwell.

No wonder they came to check out their territory. They probably even went to check out Maolinling. They're picking someone to target.

With the principality's administrators here, Boris certainly wouldn't dare to launch a full-scale attack, especially since it's still within the one-year protection period for expansion.

Then we can only resort to petty tricks. Hinder the expansion, and then take action a year later.

There's no guarantee he won't impersonate a robber and take action directly.

However, this possibility is relatively low, since if the lord fails to expand within a year, the duchy may send a new expansion lord.

"Palin, prepare the gift." Ron pointed his finger at Green Lake Territory.

"Send someone to Green Lake Territory tomorrow and say... I want to do a grain trade with Green Lake Territory."

Perrin paused for a moment, then realized, "Sir, you want to win over Green Lake Territory?"

"It's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy. Let's test his attitude."

Inside the training field.

Thirty veterans of the clan were sitting cross-legged inside, practicing their battle qi.

Their eyes were slightly closed, and heavy breathing rolled in their throats. Following the breathing method taught by Ron, they gradually gathered the heat in their chest and abdomen towards their lower abdomen, which was the key to condensing the "Seed of Battle Qi".

"Hold on! Don't let the energy dissipate!" Laun Onion's voice echoed through the ranks as he gripped his wooden sword, his gaze sweeping over the abdomens of each veteran.

Half a month ago, these people were given the opportunity to practice the breathing technique. Now, nourished by the primordial liquid, their physiques have become stronger.

A small percentage of people have already been able to gather a warm ball the size of a grain of rice in their lower abdomen—that is the most rudimentary seed of fighting spirit.

Once you can condense a seed of battle aura, you're considered an entry-level knight squire.

Next, you need to accumulate energy through breathing techniques every day, allowing this "seed" to expand little by little. Once it grows to the size of a peanut, it will become a low-ranking knight's squire.

But even this step is impossible without a year or enough potions.

"Hank, you're too irritable." Laun tapped the bearded veteran's side with his sword sheath.

"The seed of fighting spirit should be like a seed buried in the soil; it must be nurtured slowly. Rushing it to grow will only cause it to die."

Hank groaned, sweat rolling down his forehead; the seed of fighting spirit in his lower abdomen was only the size of a grain of rice.

Fortunately, the original liquid strengthened his physique considerably, so he no longer needed to waste precious battle qi to nourish his body.

The new guards in the other area haven't even been qualified to cultivate the seed of battle qi.

I estimate that after drinking "meat broth" for another half month, my physical condition will meet the requirements for condensing battle qi.

Ron looked to the other side at the five knights he had recruited from his family.

They sparred in the open space, their wooden swords clashing and emitting a faint white light.

Among them, Gray Leek's Fighting Spirit Seed was already nearly the size of a pigeon egg.

"He'll probably be the next mid-ranking knight squire in the territory."

Ron stood on the porch and spoke to Hart Lentil, who had come to report.

[Early training levels: Beginner Knight Follower, Low-Tier, Mid-Tier, High-Tier Knight Follower]