System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 841 - 266: Help Me Dress (10,000)_4

That is, George concealed the production quantity of the salt factory from Samuel.

Samuel’s tone became somewhat excited.

"Lord Master Lynn, once I relay this information to Bishop Semo, he will surely be overjoyed!"

From the recent inspection, Samuel clearly understood that there was an open-pit salt mine in Lynn’s territory!

Moreover, teams of excavation workers were conducting efficient extraction.

He even saw massive tools being manufactured!

By using those large tools, a few workers could collaborate to hoist blocks of salt weighing thousands of pounds.

Such large tools, even he, was seeing for the first time.

Not only that.

Not far from the salt mine excavation site, there were actually three salt factories!

Each salt factory could produce a thousand pounds of fine salt per day.

In total, that’s three thousand pounds!

Collect taxes based on a tithing of one-tenth.

That’s three hundred pounds a day, nine thousand pounds a month.

At the current market price, converted, it’s at least three hundred and thirty-seven gold pounds.

Annually, that amounts to four thousand gold pounds.

This is a massive wealth!

But when Samuel saw Lynn’s calm face.

Samuel quickly curbed his excitement.

Until now.

Samuel finally understood why Lynn’s territory developed so rapidly.

With a gold mine-like open-pit salt mine and salt factories being continuously extracted.

How could the development speed possibly be slow?

Samuel took a deep breath, trying to make his words calmer.

"Lord Master Lynn, from now on, you need to pay a tithing of one-tenth based on three thousand pounds of fine salt."

"That’s three hundred pounds of fine salt daily."

"The amount to be paid is calculated based on market price."

"At the end of each month, clergy from the church will come to your territory to collect."

"What do you think?"

Lynn nodded, "No problem, Guard Commander Samuel."

Receiving Lynn’s affirmative response, Samuel smiled.

He glanced at the gradually setting sun and continued, "It’s getting late, I will not bother Lord Master Lynn any longer."

Lynn rose from the bench, courteously said, "If Guard Commander Samuel doesn’t mind, you can stay for a few days in the territory."

Samuel smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind offer, Lord Master Lynn."

"However, I need to return to Kasong City immediately to report and provide feedback to Bishop Semo."

Lynn nodded, "Then Guard Commander Samuel, safe travels."

Samuel said no more unnecessary words, after bowing to bid farewell to Lynn.

He walked towards the church guard cavalry behind.

Under the gazes of Lynn and others, he mounted his horse.

Under the escort of Rose and the soldiers.

Riding the horse, carrying the guard cavalry, galloped out of the Lord’s Square.

Lynn withdrew his gaze and looked at George beside him.

Before he could speak, George took the initiative to speak.

"Master, according to your instructions, Samuel accepted ten gold pounds."

Lynn nodded with satisfaction and praised, "Well done."

Even though Samuel is a Temple Knight with extraordinary ability, so what?

As long as he is still human.

As long as he has human desires.

Then he will have a need for worldly matters...

This world.

Not just fighting and killing, but also connections and experiences!

Looking at the gradually dimming sky, Lynn dismissed George.

He stepped towards the direction of the castle.

Back to the castle.

Kuisi had already prepared dinner.

With the service of Kuisi and several maids, Lynn began to enjoy today’s dinner.

And outside the castle, the sky had completely darkened.

...

Meanwhile, in Bordeaux City.

Territory doctor Hewitt turned through the corridors under the gaze of the patrolling guards.

Came to the door guarded by the guards.

The guards glanced casually at Hewitt and then withdrew their gaze.

Seeing that the guards had no intention to inquire of him, Hewitt raised his right hand and knocked on the double wooden doors in front of him.

Knock~ Knock~

The knocking sound was neither light nor heavy.

However.

After several knocks.

There was no response from behind the door.

Hewitt frowned, his words were full of respect as he called out.

"Lord Donovan, I am Hewitt, it’s time to change your medication."

After his voice fell.

Hewitt still heard no response.

A bold idea appeared in Hewitt’s mind.

Just as he was about to push open the door and enter, Donovan’s weak voice sounded.

"Come in."

Getting Donovan’s instruction, Hewitt responded.

He pushed open the door with both hands and entered Donovan’s bedroom.

Just stepped inside, closed the door.

An odor like rotting meat made him frown again.

Even though incense burners were burning with incense in the bedroom.

But the scent emitted could not overcome that odor.

Hewitt stepped towards the big bed where Donovan was lying.

When he reached the side of the big bed.

Looking at Donovan’s pale, sunken cheeks and the liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Hewitt’s heart was filled with a sense of gravity.

Obviously.

Donovan’s illness was rapidly worsening.

As the doctor who has served Donovan’s treatment for many years.

He naturally knew the reason for this was the medication given by Marquis Mark!