Lord: My Shop Connects to Modern Times

"Achoo!"

Lynn, who was studying the monster attack incident that morning, suddenly sneezed loudly.

"Sir, are you alright?" Bray asked with concern, and Leon, who was standing nearby, also looked over at the sound of his voice.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I guess someone's been praising me for being handsome behind my back," Lynn joked.

It's impossible for him to catch a cold. Since transmigrating, Lynn has long since gotten rid of his bad habit of working overtime late into the night, and now he goes to bed on time almost every day and never misses a meal.

Aside from the occasional headaches from dealing with some matters concerning the territory, everything else is as healthy as can be.

"..." Leon glanced at Lynn expressionlessly.

My lord is doing well in every way, except that he occasionally says some outlandish things since the territory has started to develop.

"Where were we? Oh right, about the monsters lately, right?" Lynn spoke up, bringing the two back to the present.

He gazed at the night-shrouded sky and murmured, "Since the monsters attacked our territory every few days a while ago, we haven't seen any monsters near Grayrock Town for several days. Why are they appearing again today?"

He paused and looked at Bray: "And that Leah, I heard she's the one who saved Mason, is that right, Bray?"

"...We have no clue about the monsters either, sir." Bray's tone was grave. "But that Leah... Mason believes her keen insight is extraordinary, not a coincidence."

"Extraordinary? Tell me more."

"A crisis intuition far beyond that of ordinary people, or rather, an ability to detect subtle movements and scents. Mason is an experienced hunter, yet he was completely unaware."

Breton paused. "...Besides that, she also possesses a beauty far surpassing that of ordinary people. This woman... is probably not an ordinary refugee."

Lynn knew that the other party was definitely not an ordinary refugee; the key question was whether they harbored any ill will towards his territory.

Lynn tapped her knuckles lightly on the table: "Did you investigate her background? Any leads?"

"We have no clue. We asked the other refugees who came with us, and they only knew that she joined along the way, but no one knew exactly where she came from." Leon shook his head and replied in a deep voice.

"Where did she go today?"

"As you instructed earlier, aside from the outings, Martha ran errands for me today, visiting the medical shed and Thorin's construction site. These were all routine matters, and I did not observe any unusual behavior."

"The medical shed and the construction site..." Lynn pondered. "If she shows interest in herbal identification or civil engineering surveying, don't stop her; allow her to observe. Besides, given her keen sense of danger... perhaps we could assign her a suitable position for perimeter patrols or early warning systems."

"Does the master intend to...use her?" Bray hesitated slightly.

"Make the best use of everything, and everyone's talents." Lynn said calmly, "Grayrock needs everything that can enhance its defenses and survivability, regardless of where it comes from or who brought it. Until she proves her worth or exposes a real threat, we'll treat her like any other resident."

Lynn couldn't deal with her like a rat unless she also revealed a "flaw".

And the most serious problem this time is the reappearance of monsters. He had a vague feeling that something might be about to happen.

He signed the urgent order for the construction of the watchtower and handed it to Bray: "The watchtower project is a top priority. We may not have much time left."

"Yes!" Bray accepted the order and left.

The stone house fell silent once more. Lynn walked to the window and gazed at the firelight on the wall in the night.

In the darkness, something seemed to be lurking there, ready to pounce.

Two or three days passed, and Lia gradually became familiar with her work here.

Unlike when she first arrived, Lia's initial plan to just get through this period and leave has gradually changed to the idea that "staying here for a while isn't so bad."

Especially after getting to know Martha, the "lord's personal maid," Lia gradually felt that she had developed a little attachment to this land!

Upon having this thought, Lia, who was on a reconnaissance mission, immediately composed herself and patted her cheeks with both hands in a serious manner, trying to "wake up."

"Calm down! Lia! This is all just a facade! Have you forgotten the lessons you learned from them? Your most important task now is to escape the Southern Territory, leave the human kingdoms, and go to the elves!"

Lia repeatedly told herself this.

Martha had told her that Lynn's personality changed drastically after he came here. Before, Lynn wasn't bad, but he was still a spoiled nobleman.

Could it be that this nobleman has managed to run the business so well in less than a month, or is it just a disguise?

But after observing for the past two days, it doesn't seem like it.

Earlier, outside the medical shed, she overheard two women chatting as they helped Herbert dry herbs.

"My husband fell and hurt his back the other day. Mr. Herbert took a look at him and gave him some medicine. When the lord found out, he even had Martha bring over a bottle of some special ointment for my husband to apply, saying it would help him recover faster." A voice sighed, "In the past, it would take a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and you still had to get out of bed. Who would have thought you'd get this kind of treatment?"

"Indeed," another whispered, "I heard that the lord reads those 'heavenly books' at night, and then works alongside everyone during the day. What kind of nobleman does that?"

Among the workers repairing the watchtower, she heard:

"That old bastard Thorin has a temper as foul as an old cesspool when he's working, but the lord just lets him yell and treats him like a treasure. Why? Because he's really capable! The foundation for that reservoir was built so solidly."

"Working for the lord is tiring, but it's reassuring. He even pays wages. My wife used her savings to buy a piece of fine linen, and she's making a new jacket for our child... In the past, that would have been a pipe dream."

Almost constantly, people here are praising Lynn.

With her thoughts in a jumbled mess, Lia felt a sense of heaviness in her heart.

"Lia? Leah?" Mason's voice interrupted her thoughts: "What are you daydreaming about? Work is almost finished for today, we can go back now."

"...Oh! I know, I know," Lia replied.

Never mind, I'll go find Martha first when I get back. She said she invited me to a big meal today, something about a dish called "hot pot" invented by Lynn.

Thinking of this, Lia's steps became lighter.

……

Ironstone Castle, inside the lord's castle.

"My lord, the scouts have confirmed the situation. The half-elf who was released has already entered Grayrock Town with the refugees."

"Very good. Pass the order down. Tomorrow, send a squad of knights to demand the person. Remember to mention the half-elf's background and identity, understand?"

"Yes, sir..."