"Adding the Free People in Morgan Town, the peasants in the destroyed manors, and the slaves exchanged by the Lord with the Slave Merchant..."
"Land and labor are precisely what you need the most!"
The manor lordsā expressions were subtle, momentarily at a loss for words.
Theyāre manor lords, thatās true, but theyāre not fools!
As soon as Jon Zuck spoke, he wanted to take nearly half of the salt mineās output.
Leaving only forty percent of the profit for them to divide among eight people.
Even if Morgan Town has an abundance of labor and land, whatās the point?
If you want labor to exert effort, you must supply them with food.
If you want land to produce crops, you need to cultivate and plant.
Isnāt it simpler and more convenient for Jon Zuck to directly take the salt mineās output?
Seeing the others speechless.
Jonās eyes narrowed slightly, his body leaned back, resting on the chair.
"Everyone, do you have objections to this distribution method?"
With Jonās words falling, the atmosphere in the conference room subtly shifted once again.
Tense, oppressive, indisputable.
Zock spoke first again, "Viscount, Zock has no objections."
"Everything follows the arrangement of the Viscount."
A few manor lords couldnāt help but roll their eyes, coldly snorting in their hearts.
Jon urged, "If you have objections, speak now."
"If there are no objections, then letās proceed to the next topic!"
Feeling the impatience in Jonās words, the manor lords finally responded.
"Following the Viscountās arrangement."
Jon nodded, "Thatās good then."
"The next topic is when to wage war against Morgan Town, and the number of soldiers needed..."
"Before proceeding with that topic, Iād like to invite Zok Manor Lord, who has conducted preliminary investigations on Morgan Town, to discuss the situation!"
The manor lordsā gazes shifted, looking at Zock Connally.
Zock, without any hesitation, stood up and nodded towards Jon on the main seat.
Then he began speaking to everyone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the intelligence Iāve gathered, the manor lords in Morgan Town have all been wiped out by Lynn."
"The entire Morgan Town is desolate, almost devoid of the bustle and prosperity that a town with thousands of Free People should have, resembling more of a dead town!"
"According to the spies I sent out, returning several reports."
"Currently, there are only hundreds of farmers harvesting in Morgan Town."
"Aside from harvesting farmers, there is an armed soldiers guard!"
Everyone remained silent, quietly listening.
After glancing at a few manor lords, Zock continued speaking.
"But unlike ordinary armed soldiers, they are a fully armored group of soldiers."
"Based on the initial estimates, the number of fully armored soldiers is over two hundred."
"Not just Morgan Town, the former Frank Manor is also guarded by similarly armored soldiers."
"How many soldiers are in the Manor Castle is not yet known."
"Judging solely from the soldiers on the Manor Castle walls, they certainly arenāt fewer than those guarding Morgan Town!"
Zock concluded, "In other words, we will be facing a fully armed group of armored soldiers, whose numbers are unknown!"
Upon hearing this.
All the manor lordsā eyes widened, filled with incredulous expressions.
"Fully armed armored soldiers? More than hundreds??"
"This... how is this possible?"
"Hundreds are just the initial estimation, who knows exactly how many armored soldiers there are?"
"The soldiers in my manor only wear Leather and Cloth Armor, how can they possibly fight armored soldiers? Isnāt this suicide?"
"So many armored soldiers... This so-called Lord must have exchanged a large amount of high-quality iron ore or armor for fine salt!"
Despite their longing for fine salt.
They are even more aware of the dangers of combat with armored soldiers.
If on open ground, a fully armed armored soldier can easily deal with three to five unarmored soldiers!
While the manor lords hesitated.
Jon spoke to everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main reason why I have summoned you all!"
"I need to consolidate all your power and crush this Lord conclusively, to eliminate future troubles!"
...
Until late at night.
Manor lords donned in silk brocade exited the Viscountās Castle.
They bore varied expressions, without any conversation.
Arriving at the carriages parked in the castleās empty square.
With the assistance of coachmen and Guards, they entered their respective carriages.
As the coachmen shouted to drive the horses, the carriages moved out of the Viscountās Castle.
In just a few minutes.
The once bustling square with carriages and standing guards quieted down.
The third floor of the castle.
On the balcony outside the conference room.
Jon Zuck and Zock Connally stood.
Watching the manor lordsā carriages disappear at the corner of the city street.
Jonās gaze shifted, looking at Zock, he spoke in a deep voice.
"Todayās performance wasnāt bad, Iāll spare you from the tax penalty."
Zockās eyebrows raised, somewhat delighted, "Thank you for your pardon, Viscount!"
Zock felt slightly emotional.
Indeed, the performance in the conference room was worth everything.
Jon casually hummed and continued speaking.