Military Training

The City Guards have been recruited, but Kerry isn't entirely sure how to assign their specific duties or what their daily tasks should be. However, he's thought of a solution.

Since he doesn't know what they should do, he'll start with military training. Those who perform well will be promoted to captain. He'll then tell the captains his requirements and let them handle the execution, while he'll just focus on the results.

This was a common hiring strategy used by many bosses in his past life. It's fine if you don't know how to do something yourself; promote those who do. If they do well, they continue; if not, replace them.

Military training is the only military activity Kerry knows. He experienced it three times in his past life: once in middle school, once in high school, and once in college. Those were three hellish experiences. Now, he finally has the chance to be the drill instructor and train others. He's even a little excited about it.

Yes, Master Kerry will personally train his City Guard unit. Unit 001 can now stably produce copper ore, yielding about 50-60 tons of copper ingots daily, including smelting time.

The capture team is also bringing in about the same amount of jellyfish as they did during the first market opening, bringing in roughly 10,000 Points daily. For now, Kerry only has these two ventures, and both are on track.

All that's left is to wait for the right time to exchange them for money. That's why Kerry, with so much free time, is personally training the City Guard.

In many people's eyes, these are the Baron's private soldiers.

The kingdom's laws limit the maximum number of soldiers nobles of each rank can recruit and their normal jurisdiction. Within these limits, as long as you can afford them, no one will say much.

The specific ranks are: Baron – 500 men (for a county); Viscount – 1,000 men (for a district); Count – 5,000 men (for a third-tier city); Marquis – 10,000 men (for a first-tier city or a directly administered city, equivalent to half a province); Duke – legally capped at 50,000 men, though actual numbers often exceed this (equivalent to a province).

However, these legal provisions only apply to ordinary nobles. For super-nobles, like the Green Family, the kingdom's second-largest family, these laws are merely a formality.

Legally, Kerry is allowed to recruit 500 guards, but unfortunately, he can't afford to support that many people now, nor is it necessary.

Recruiting soldiers isn't just about paying them 3,000 copper coins a month. You also need to consider their accommodation, food sources, barracks construction, and so on.

Kerry has no immediate targets for invasion and no source of recruits. Maintaining order is enough for now.

"Attention, everyone. Stand at ease." Kerry felt quite relaxed, with a table holding freshly squeezed juice and himself lounging in a chair under a sun umbrella. Life was good. If only there were a beautiful beach babe, it would be perfect. Kerry's thoughts began to wander.

Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned. These people from another world have no idea how to follow orders. Kerry gave the command to stand at ease, but they just looked at each other. Then, they stood frozen in place, with no semblance of formation.

"Oh, these idiots." The leisurely training method clearly wouldn't work. Kerry had to personally teach these foreign City Guards how to stand at attention, how to execute corresponding movements based on various commands, and what the final result should be.

Unfortunately, these idiots couldn't even stand at attention properly. Kerry, who had initially planned to make things difficult for the City Guards with various commands, had to abandon that idea. It wasn't that they were lazy; they simply didn't understand why they had to do it or how to maintain synchronized movements.

The old butler, Carson, was also quite helpless. Ever since the young master got rich, he'd become increasingly unruly. Recruiting people to maintain order in the territory was a good decision, but why all this fuss after hiring them?

Had the young master picked up the bad habits of nobles? Did he enjoy wasting money and tormenting people? Old butler Carson believed he had to find a way to stop this trend before the young master went completely astray.

Oh, the young master is already 17 years old. Many nobles of that age are already fathers. Perhaps the young master should find a woman to straighten out his life instead of constantly thinking about all sorts of bizarre things.

Old butler Carson's thoughts drifted as he watched Emma Watson, who had just left her room to get some air in the garden.

Is 13 too young? No, in many countries with constant warfare, women of 13 are already eligible for marriage and childbirth.

But Raynor isn't a country experiencing wartime.

Perhaps just letting the young master and Miss Emma start dating would be enough. They could date for two years, right? It would at least give the young master something to do.

Didn't Mrs. Wesley mention having resources last time? It's better to find someone closer to his age. Once the young master has experienced women, he might become more mature...

Emma found it strange how Butler Carson was staring at her today.

However, it didn't seem malicious. In fact, his expression suggested he was lost in thought, which was peculiar. Could he be ill?

"Mr. Carson, are you alright?" Emma's concerned voice pulled Carson back to reality. Only then did Carson realize that Emma, who had been in the distance, had walked closer. What a beautiful girl. If the young master happened to be a monogamous lover loyal to love, missing out on Miss Emma would be too regrettable.

Carson carefully observed Emma as she approached and finally made a decision. He said, "Miss Emma, where are you headed? There's not much to see in the garden. Are you interested in watching young master Kerry train those City Guards?"

Carson began to create opportunities for Emma and Kerry.

He kept telling himself that this was free love, and he was just helping them create a little opportunity. Whether it worked out or not wouldn't be his fault.

"Oh, I see. It looks like they're playing a game." Emma gazed towards the open space outside the castle, where Kerry was conducting military training with ten City Guards.

"I heard this is a lost training method. Shall we go take a look?" Carson invited. Regardless, his young master was the most important. Even if it looked like child's play to him, he had to support his young master at this moment.

Kerry's throat was parched. These guys were only just learning to align left and right to form ranks. It seemed like he'd be busy for the next few days.

He had just taken a sip of juice when he saw Carson and Miss Emma walking towards him together.

"Mr. Carson said this is a lost training method? But I really can't see anything good about it. It looks a bit like playing a game. Are you treating them like they're playing a game?"

After observing, Emma felt a bit sorry for the City Guards. Her tone wasn't exactly pleasant.

After all, she was the daughter of a great noble family. Even though she was now living under someone else's roof, she unconsciously carried a bit of a young lady's attitude when speaking to others. Especially since Kerry was only 17, which, in Emma's opinion, made him her peer, at most an older brother figure.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph. Little girl, you wouldn't understand this. This was a training method used by a great nation in the past. The soldiers trained this way by that country defeated opponents whose equipment was decades, even centuries, ahead of theirs. Do you think that's impressive?" Kerry paid tribute to the great wars of his past life.

"Really? I don't believe it." Emma was surprised that it was indeed a training method from a powerful nation of the past. Where did Mr. Carson hear about this? It couldn't be that Kerry told him, could it?