"Don't even think about it without ten or twenty years!"
Lynn couldn't help but furrow his brow.
The progress of those blacksmith apprentices seemed to be much slower than he imagined.
However, Lynn also understood.
Compared to the Dwarf Race, which had a natural talent for forging, humans were indeed inferior.
Flint sighed a bit and said, "It's just me, with the patience. If it were other dwarves, they would've jumped and started hammering people already."
"It's been a few months, and they've only learned a bit of forging from my hand."
"For them to graduate, they must at least forge a whole set of scale armor with chain liner armor that satisfies me!"
"Otherwise, they can obediently follow behind me, getting scolded and eating dust!"
Lynn nodded and said, "Sir Flint, is there a faster way?"
If these apprentices could forge armor of "fine" quality, that would be best.
If not, they at least need to forge "ordinary" level.
Only armor of the best quality can best protect those well-trained fine soldiers, creating a force that always follows through with commands!
Without any hesitation, Flint explained.
"There are never any shortcuts in forging. To improve ability, one can only rely on their persistent effort, hammering one strike at a time!"
"With my presence, I can save them many years of detours."
Lynn nodded, "Then it'll be hard on Master Flint."
After dismissing Flint, Lynn headed towards the castle.
Returning to the castle.
After eating the food cooked by Kuisi, Lynn once again entered the study, continuing to sketch the catapult diagrams.
Under the night sky.
In the Morrison Territory, on the third floor of the residence.
In a luxuriously decorated room.
A series of bodily collisions continued to sound.
Accompanied by unabashed moans of women.
Until half an hour later.
With Aiden's low voice, the room fell silent.
Ackman stood at the door, ears perked, listening to the sounds beyond the wooden door.
His heart couldn't help but race.
Despite the obstruction and concealment of the wooden door, with previous experiences of entering beyond it.
He had already memorized the appearance and contours of those twins.
Bodies well-proportioned without a trace of excess fat, with a visible vest line on their white abdomen.
Curvaceous, but not as plump as Justin, almost thirty-something women.
The key was, these enticing young women were twins!
If he could be fortunate enough to have them, it'd be wonderful.
While Ackman's thoughts wandered wildly.
The follower guarding the door softly reminded, "Chief Attendant, you can knock."
Ackman instantly came to his senses, reached out his right hand, and knocked rhythmically on the wooden door a few times.
"Master, Ackman has something to report to you."
After the words fell, Aiden's somewhat weary voice sounded from behind the door.
"Come in."
Ackman did not hesitate, using both hands to gently push.
The two wooden doors immediately opened inward.
At the moment of opening, a peculiar scent from physical exertion wafted from the room.
Ackman merely furrowed his brow slightly, then relaxed.
Entering the room, Ackman lowered his head, standing three or four meters from the big bed.
He respectfully said, "Master."
Lying on the bed, Aiden had his eyes slightly closed, letting two maids massage him.
He asked in great satisfaction, "What's the matter? Speak."
Though weary, the words carried a sense of contentment.
Hearing this, Ackman slightly straightened his bent posture.
He began explaining, "Master, with continuous recruitment these days, the followers in the territory have reached six hundred!"
"At most half a month's time, it will meet your requirement of having a thousand followers!"
"Additionally, there are only over two hundred free people willing to work on your territory."
Ackman's words had just fallen.
Aiden's unreserved voice immediately rang out.
"Half a month's time? Too slow!"
"I don't care what means you use."
"Within seven days at most, I want to see a thousand clamoring followers standing at the residence's entrance!"
"Otherwise, let someone capable take the position of Chief Attendant."
Ackman frowned tightly and responded, "Yes, Master."
Aiden's somewhat displeased curses sounded, "Get lost, I want to rest!"
Ackman dared not hesitate, retreating towards the room's exit.
At the moment of turning around.
Ackman, nearly uncontrollably, raised his head, eyes landing on Aiden lying on the big bed.
Sure enough.
The two stark naked white bodies, arousing his imagination, entered his gaze.
Retracting his gaze, Ackman exited the room, closing the wooden doors behind him.
Temporarily casting aside the twins' bodies from his mind.
Ackman began to ponder how to recruit more followers and free people.
Though he didn't know why Aiden sought to recruit so many followers.
But for him, wasn't it a good thing too?
The more followers recruited, the more armed soldiers on the territory.
And as Aiden Morrison's Chief Attendant, the more followers he could command, the greater his power.
Yet.
What method should be used to recruit more followers for Aiden?
The followers currently recruited, the vast majority are free people from Morgan Town and a few villages.