Feeling the firmness in Master Lynn's tone, Boer closed his open mouth and answered.
"Understood, Master Lynn."
"I will wait until Boer has transported this batch of fine salt to Kakasong City, and then immediately begin handling the recruitment of Free People for Master Lynn."
Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
Only several hours later.
The grain Boer had brought was completely unloaded.
After the porters moved the fifty thousand jin of fine salt into the carriage wagons, Boer led his cart convoy away.
Watching the cart convoy gradually recede under the glow of the setting sun.
Lynn was just about to withdraw his gaze.
In the distance.
Rose led a squad of soldiers, marching along the lime road that cut through the vast farmlands.
Their steps were so neat and loud they almost merged into a single roar, rumbling without end.
At the head of the marching column.
Commander Rose, clad in Standard Plate Armor, iron helmet on his head, rode atop his warhorse.
