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The recruitment order for the new guards has been issued for three days, and the serfs are in a frenzy. In less than three days, the 50 men have been recruited.

These newly selected guards from the serfs were practicing basic thrusting and stabbing techniques with Laun. Most of them were shirtless, wielding their wooden spears with great force.

"Push your arm harder! Don't close your eyes when you thrust!" Lauen's voice was like polished gravel.

He walked through the ranks carrying a long sword, occasionally tapping the new recruits with the scabbard to correct their awkward movements.

"Don't think that wearing leather armor makes you a guard. Against gnolls, your strength wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth!"

Ron stood at the foot of the watchtower and watched. The new recruits were very enthusiastic about their training, but it would take a long time before they could become combat-ready.

He turned to look at Palin beside him; the old administrator was holding an account book, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Tell me, how many Golden Dragons are left?" Ron's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable urgency.

Palin opened the ledger with a bitter face:

"My lord, after accounting for the expenses of buying serfs, livestock and magic potions, there are only 2,237 coins left. This money will be used until this crop is harvested."

"The construction of the salt mine and brick kiln that you instructed is currently facing a severe shortage of manpower. We will have to wait until there are more people available at the farm before we can begin construction."

Ron was silent for a moment, and the pace of the pioneering work slowed down noticeably.

More than a thousand serfs were nailed to the construction of five farms. The irrigation canal in Sweet Potato Village was only half-dug, the granary in Black Wheat Village was still missing a roof, and the land reclamation in Wheat Village was 40% behind schedule.

The manpower was completely tied up, and they couldn't even gather enough men for the odd jobs that went to the oak forest to cut timber.

"Have the serfs on the manor stop doing non-essential work and get the five farms developed first."

His gaze fell on the clay mine to the west, where the mounds of earth had piled up like small mountains, yet no one was there to process them.

"We'll talk about that once the farm's framework is stable. Right now, food and shelter are the most important things."

"Perrin, have the new guards' monthly salaries been set?" Ron turned to ask the old administrator beside him.

"According to the rules, we set the price at 8 silver coins, and will normally give 10 coins two months later." Perrin opened the ledger, his pen scratching on the paper.

"After completing the training, they not only gain free citizenship but also receive a salary, so they are all eager to stay."

"Um!"

Ron was feeling down. Ever since his encounter with that lord with ulterior motives by the river, Ron felt that the development of his territory was progressing too slowly.

The shouts on the training ground gradually subsided, and the new recruits slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Ron walked over, bowed to Ron, and said:

"These kids are pretty good at holding on, but their foundation is too weak. They won't be able to develop any skills in less than six months."

"Six months is too long," Ron said, pointing to the map.

"Since Boris's men are on the riverbank, they won't just glance at them."

Send some men to gather information about the surrounding lords. I especially need to know more about the Waterfront Territory and Green Lake Territory.

While Ron and the others were talking.

A serf stumbled along from the direction of Sweet Potato Village, his face smeared with blood, babbling incoherently:

"M-Master...the monster tiger...attacked..."

Ron's face darkened, and he drew his sword: "Laun, send a few guards to the other villages to fetch reinforcements. You're coming with me!"

Ron's knights were scattered across several farms for protection. Fortunately, the villages were close together, making it easy to gather.

When they arrived at Sweet Potato Village, three serf corpses lay outside the fence, their necks ripped open with clean, uniform wounds, clearly from sharp claws.

They summoned the guards from Sweet Potato Village for questioning, and one of them pointed to the oak forest to the east: "It's...it's a tiger! White, and it moves like the wind..."

The knights and squires from Sweet Potato Village arrived late:

"Sir, the monster Wind Shadow Tiger sprang out of the oak forest and attacked our serfs who were cutting down trees. Most of the serfs have taken refuge inside the enclosure, but a small number have run around with their heads covered. We'll have to find them later."

The Wind Shadow Tiger is a mid-tier magical beast in the River Bend Wasteland, corresponding to a mid-tier knight's squire.

Its fur is white, and it can spit out wind blades from its mouth; even ordinary mid-level knight squires would suffer if they encountered it.

Ron glanced at the bloodstains at the edge of the woods, his brow furrowed. "Ron, once the other knights arrive, lead the guards in two teams to search the woods, making sure to keep your distance."

The family guards and the new guards immediately split into two teams, carrying shields and advancing into the woods.

Ron followed behind, his fighting spirit quietly circulating within him. He didn't intend to reveal the strength of a high-ranking knight's squire, but he also couldn't let the guards die in vain.

After walking a hundred meters into the woods, Laun suddenly raised his hand to signal them to stop. From the bushes ahead, a pair of eerie green eyes were fixed on them, white fur hidden in the shadows.

"This is the White Tiger, but it looks different from what I saw in the browser!"

"Aww—"

Wind Shadow Tiger pounced on the foremost new guard, moving so fast that it left only a white blur in its wake.

The new guard had no time to react before his head was severed by the Wind Shadow Tiger's sharp claws. He couldn't even raise his shield before another wind blade struck, cutting the guard in half at the waist.

Just as the white tiger was about to pounce a second time, Hart, the usually taciturn knight squire, made his move.

He charged at the white tiger with his shield, causing the tiger to stumble.

Laun also took the opportunity to attack White Tiger, and the guards quickly completed the encirclement.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the white tiger lay on the ground and roared, clearly having lost its will to fight.

Ron wasn't about to let it escape. He flashed forward, his longsword, imbued with a faint red aura, slicing through the air and striking the tiger's claws with pinpoint accuracy.

The white tiger roared in pain and turned to flee, but its hind leg was pierced by Laun's longsword.

"Take it down!"

Ron gave a low shout.

The guards rushed forward, and several spears pierced through Feng Yinghu's body, causing him to howl and die.

Ron's gaze fell on the white tiger's corpse. The beast's fur and crystal core could be sold for money, and its flesh and blood were beneficial to the cultivation of battle qi, so it could be considered as making up for the loss.

Upon returning to the manor, Ron ordered that half of the white tiger's flesh and blood be made into food and distributed to the knights who had battle qi cultivation.

He put the other half into the Demon Refining Pot, wanting to taste the original liquid refined from the demon beast and see how it differed from that of ordinary wild monsters.

After using it, it was discovered that the elixir refined from magical beasts not only strengthens the body but also contains a portion of magical power. This allows the enhanced physique to adapt to battle aura more quickly, potentially reducing the need for several potions.

Even after this incident, Ron still felt that the territory's defenses were somewhat inadequate.

So they kneaded the liquid and flour into pills and instructed the kitchen to secretly add two pills to the knights' and guards' broth every day.

Not many, the main focus is on subtle influence.