Chapter 432 - 199: Pregnant? (10,000 Words)

Listening to Mori’s words, Lynn’s eyebrows couldn’t help but raise.

Becoming the Chief Attendant and the original wife of the Lord?

It’s a rather complicated relationship!

Upon reconsidering, Lynn found it quite logical.

Compared to Lynn’s understanding of the fantasy world in his mind, it was nothing at all.

However.

This relationship could be used to advantage.

Once Mori had finished narrating the information he had gathered, Lynn dismissed him.

Lynn began thinking in his mind.

On Aiden Morrison’s territory, there are over five hundred followers, and recruitment continues.

Even if Aiden temporarily recruits seven or eight followers, they’re no different from ordinary people in terms of physical fitness and mindset.

It wouldn’t be excessive to describe them as a disorderly crowd.

Naturally, they can’t compare to the soldiers trained by Rose, the former deputy cavalry leader, and Wesley, who knows the complete training system!

These soldiers are fully committed to various training exercises.

Coupled with the sturdiness of standard plate armor, the sharpness and length of the winged spears, and the support of archers at long range.

Even if Aiden recruits a thousand followers, they wouldn’t be opponents for the soldiers on Lynn’s territory.

With the current weather and temperature, perhaps by the end of February, spring would begin.

At most by early March!

By then, he not only needs to organize the townsmen for large-scale cultivation again.

He also needs to buy and exchange a significant amount of crop seeds.

Even if Boer establishes a merchant guild with dozens of local merchants.

They can go to Morgan Town or other towns to purchase a substantial amount of crop seeds.

But whether for purchase or transportation, it takes a considerable amount of time.

Local merchant acquisition is one way.

Another is plundering!

Invade Aiden Morrison’s territory, eliminate his armed defensive forces, and take away his free people and peasants!

Then steal the food and seeds stored in his warehouse!

Lynn does not know how many pounds of food Aiden’s warehouse holds.

But being able to continue recruiting followers and setting up armed forces.

And besides the followers, there are at least three thousand mouths to feed.

The food storage is naturally not small!

Even if not much, Boer can transport most of the crop seeds, combining the two.

The only consideration is.

What methods and strategies should be used to seize Morrison Manor with minimal soldier casualties!

War entails sacrifices.

This is an immutable law.

While Lynn was pondering, the sky gradually darkened.

He stepped towards the direction returning to the town.

Just before returning to the town, a short and stocky figure approached him from the empty square where the Lord Statue stands.

It was Flint.

Coming in front of Lynn, Flint’s face showed a smile, "Lord."

Lynn glanced down at him, asking, "Is there something, Lord Flint?"

Flint did not hesitate, with a touch of gratitude in his words, "Thank you, Lord, for the gin you gave this old man!"

"As a return, this old man is willing to forge a handy two-handed weapon for you!"

"As a Lord, naturally you should have your own two-handed weapon, a one-handed sword is only for decoration and self-defense."

"Do you prefer sword class, axe class, hammer class, or halberd class?"

"As long as the Lord can name it, this old man can easily forge it!"

Whenever it comes to forging, Flint exudes an aura of confidence.

Lynn pondered for a few seconds before speaking, "Greatsword."

"A greatsword weighing at least twenty pounds!"

The one-handed sword Flint forged previously, though of fine quality.

But be it weight or size, it’s just too small and delicate for his enhanced self.

As Flint says, it’s only for self-defense and decoration.

On the battlefield, a one-handed sword of just several centimeters can’t even reach the enemy before being countered by long spears or halberds.

He needs a handy weapon that combines battlefield charge and combat.

A greatsword is most fitting.

It can display the noble identity of the Lord as well as his strength.

An ordinary greatsword is at least ten pounds.

The heavier ones are at least twenty pounds!

For ordinary people, occasionally holding it isn’t difficult.

The challenge lies in continuously wielding the twenty-pound greatsword in battle, charging, and engaging the enemy!

Flint carefully sized up Lynn, seemingly determining the dimensions of the greatsword suitable for Lynn.

"Of course, that’s possible."

"With your height and physique, Lord, the overall length should be around 1.8 meters, width ten centimeters, how does that sound?"

Lynn responds, "It’s fine."

Receiving Lynn’s confirmation, Flint’s thick eyebrows raised.

"Then it’s settled."

"Within a week, I’ll have the greatsword delivered to the Lord’s hands!"

"I guarantee you’ll love it!"

Lynn nodded slightly, changing the subject, he asked Flint, "How are those apprentices you’ve been teaching progressing?"

"Are they ready to graduate?"

Flint’s previously prideful face was instantly filled with a trace of frustration.

He replied somewhat discontentedly, "Just with them, wanting to forge high-quality scale armor with chain liner like this old man?"