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墨書 Inktalez
**Occupation: Commander**
**Level: Proficiency:**
**Occupation: Leader**
**Level: Rank: Knight**
The Goblins had been successfully eliminated, but that did not mean John could take a break and rest. In his territory, there were still various pressing matters that required his attention.
The first issue to address was the cleaning of the irrigation ditches. Unfortunately, he found himself without suitable manpower to undertake this task. Normally, Salty Fish Village should have been composed of three settlements, but after a devastating war, only a little over two hundred people remained. Even with the serfs he had purchased, they still did not constitute a complete village. The significant population decline was indeed worrisome.
In addition to the demographic challenges, various infrastructure also urgently needed improvement and repair. Among these, the reconstruction of the mill was the most pressing. According to the information John had gathered, at least three new waterwheels and two mills needed to be built.
The current state of affairs was largely due to the previous lord's neglect and mismanagement of these essential facilities. Furthermore, the ranch was another critical aspect that could not be overlooked. After all, with numerous soldiers under his command, if he could not provide sufficient meat supplies for them over an extended period, how could he ensure their combat effectiveness?
Thinking about this made John's head throb with pain. He even entertained the idea of having his hard-won soldiers temporarily set aside their weapons and engage in labor. But upon reflection, he realized that this army, which had taken so much effort and energy to build, could not be allowed to languish!
At this moment, all hope seemed to rest on whether he could make a fortune from glass products. John sat quietly in his second-floor room, gazing at the brick kiln that blazed brightly in the night, filled with a deep yearning for a better future.
In the following days, John led his troops in clearing out beasts from both his territory and Redman’s while waiting for the glass to finish firing. He no longer relied on his territory for production; without financial investment, it would likely take four or five years before he could earn any significant income.
No wonder those nobles had handed Salty Fish Village over to him; they were probably just waiting to see him fail.
"Everyone, be careful! Make sure everything is loaded onto the cart properly! Wrap it tightly with thick cloth; we can't let anything break!" John shouted at the top of his lungs while personally directing his soldiers to carefully transport and load the freshly made glass.
It was important to note that while the raw materials for this glass were not particularly expensive, they were incredibly precious to John at this moment. After all, the baking soda in his kitchen had been completely used up, and he would not be able to produce such glass again in the near future.
Thinking back over the past few days, John Ke had truly suffered! Once a dignified leader, he had enjoyed a life of luxury, feasting on delicacies and being served with steaming buns at every meal. Now, however, he found himself forced to chew on the hard, unpalatable barley bread alongside the soldiers in his unit. Each bite felt as if his throat were being scraped raw by sandpaper.
"Master, you must keep a close watch over the house! Remember, no one is allowed to come near this place. If those ignorant farmers dare to cause trouble, don't hesitate to deal with them harshly!" Before leaving, John made sure to give the staying Master a thorough warning.
Once everything was arranged, John set off towards the nearby city with Kuiradi and fifty carefully selected soldiers.
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