Territory Meeting

That night, lying in bed, Velin felt more relaxed than ever before.

After two battles, the territory's population had reached four thousand. Weapons and equipment had been greatly enriched, and the knights under his command had grown stronger. Everyone had benefited.

Next, Velin planned to form three hundred-man infantry companies and one hundred-man archer company, while increasing efforts to train Knight Squires.

Through these two battles, he had realized that he had too few knights under his command to form an effective charge.

Thinking back to the battlefield, where his cousin had commanded several hundred knights and Knight Squires as effortlessly as his own limbs, Velin drooled with envy.

At eight o'clock, the pleasant voice came again, bringing him valuable news.

Fifteen days later, thirty kilometers west of Lake of Praying Stars, a group of Centaurs would be herding a herd of Azure Purple Horses through the area. One brown Centaur was at Silver Low-Tier.

The moment he heard the news, Velin abruptly sat up in bed.

Azure Purple Horses had great endurance, strong carrying capacity, and gentle temperaments. They could easily bear over a thousand pounds.

Most importantly, as long as compatibility reached the standard, this kind of horse could form a brief mental connection with a knight, allowing it to provide even greater value on the battlefield.

The only problem was that among the herding Centaurs, one had reached Silver Low-Tier. That would not be easy to deal with.

"Fortune favors the bold. With enough preparation, I refuse to believe I can't kill a Silver Low-Tier Centaur."

Velin made up his mind. No matter what, he had to get those Azure Purple Horses.

With half a month's time, he had more than enough time to lay traps along their route.

The next morning, as usual, a new round of meetings was held to summarize the gains and losses of the previous month.

First, Belder, the current steward, stood up and reported, "My lord, in July, we reclaimed a total of four thousand acres of land. The construction plan south of Lake of Praying Stars has basically been completed. There are two logging camps, two quarries, one Salt Mine, and one confidential mine. The territory's population has reached four thousand two hundred, with Freemen accounting for seven percent."

Immediately afterward, Andrew stood and reported, "My lord, the Salt Mine produced forty tons this month. We added quite a few workers this month, and output is expected to reach around one hundred tons."

"My lord, two sides of Windsor Castle's Outer City Wall have been completed. Due to the increased manpower, Half-elf girl Eunice estimates that the planned construction work will be completed within two months. Should we add any other construction projects?" Knight Landov, who was stationed at Lake of Praying Stars, stood and reported.

"Pass down my order. Once the scheduled projects are complete, choose important facilities for construction."

"Yes, my lord." Knight Landov bowed, then sat down.

Finally, Knight Greg, who managed the public warehouse, stood and reported, "My lord, at present, the warehouse contains one hundred and fifty sets of iron armor, six hundred sets of leather armor, fifty Knight Longswords, three hundred spears, three hundred bolts of cloth, two thousand five hundred pounds of grain wine, three hundred pounds of fruit wine... thirty thousand pounds of processed rock salt, fifty thousand pounds of unprocessed rock salt, six hundred and thirty thousand pounds of grain, and one hundred and forty warhorses."

Without realizing it, the supplies in his hands had already reached such an amount.

After listening to their reports, Velin prepared to lay out this month's plans.

"Belder."

"Your subordinate is here." Belder, seated in the foremost position, stood and struck his chest before bowing.

"Over the next month, I need you to reorganize the territory's army. The force will be set at four hundred men, with ten men per squad and fifty men per company. Form six infantry companies and two archer companies."

"Also, urge the craftsmen to continue building Three-Bow Ballistas. The more, the better."

"Yes."

Next, Velin began issuing orders to the knights who held positions.

Finally, he looked around and said in a deep voice, "Hebrew."

Hebrew, seated in the last position, jolted awake and stood up, saying loudly, "My lord."

"I intend to place one hundred and forty warhorses under your management. Assist your brother in training Knight Squires."

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"Yes."

Hearing this, Hebrew replied loudly.

After so long, he could finally do something and serve his lord.

"This meeting is adjourned. Orlando, stay behind."

Fourteen knights stood up and left the wooden house one after another.

After everyone had left, Velin looked at Orlando. The boy seemed to have grown a few more centimeters.

"How have those children been trained this month? How many have met the standards I specified?"

Orlando immediately answered, "My lord, of the one hundred youths, seventeen passed. The remaining eighty-three have all been assigned to craftsmen as apprentices, according to your instructions."

"Not bad. A seventeen percent pass rate is already higher than I expected."

He had originally thought that having ten qualified youths out of the hundred would already be good enough. He had not expected there to be seventeen.

Velin remembered seeing a survey at Windsor Castle several years ago. It recorded random inspections conducted by the Knight Academy and Mage Academy of the royal capital in towns around the capital, testing commoner children for cultivation talent.

The final conclusion was that out of every hundred youths, seventy met the threshold to become warriors, five met the threshold to become knights, and one met the threshold to become a mage.

As for other rare professions, such as Magic Knight Adrian under his cousin Brian, one would probably appear among every three hundred thousand people.

"By the way, how is your cultivation progressing?"

Facing Velin's question, Orlando did not hesitate and answered truthfully, "My lord, I've currently reached the threshold of Mid-Bronze Tier. I expect to break through to High-Bronze Tier in a little over half a month."

"Mm. Tell me if you need anything."

"Thank you, my lord."

Afterward, Orlando left, leaving Velin alone in the wooden house.

Through the window, he gazed at the beautiful scenery on the surface of Lake of Star Prayer, and his mood gradually relaxed.

The next priority was to set traps, ambush the Centaurs, obtain the Azure Purple Horses, and expand his strength.

Two days later, after the territory had settled into a proper routine, Velin brought two knights to a point thirty kilometers west of Lake of Star Prayer to survey the terrain and formulate an attack plan.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Along the way, aside from occasionally encountering a few Goblins, everything else was mindless wild beasts that simply became food for them.

Standing atop a hill and looking down, they saw a lush green grassland, with the occasional Kobold or Goblin appearing in the distance.

Velin held a pencil and spread out a sheet of paper, beginning to record the surrounding terrain.

Overall, the terrain was high on both sides and low in the middle, with gentle slopes. The surroundings were covered in low shrubs and weeds, with almost no suitable places for an ambush.

"Looks like we'll have to find another place to set the trap and use bait to lure that Silver Low-Tier Centaur over."

Therefore, the key question was what could tempt the Centaur to ignore the safety of the Azure Purple Horses and follow the bait.

The next moment, Velin knew the answer.

"Come on, let's look around nearby."

Holding the reins, Velin led his two subordinates toward another area.