Dear Broom Knight

Charles, like those knights, was also infatuated with the white dragon dancing beneath the clouds.

Of course, everyone knew they had no hope, but this was a dragon that grew up in their Gezarr!

They had to protect it properly!

Without Valera's knowledge... well, not that she didn't know, but she wouldn't investigate why the knights were suddenly so serious and responsible. She would only intervene if they were lazy and disorganized... The knights had already come up with countless potential snoopers and meticulously inspected every trade caravan qualified to enter Gezarr territory.

That barely qualified as a basic intimidation skill. They were practically choking the merchants, demanding to know what little schemes they were hiding!

Therefore, he immediately went to inform his partners upon receiving the news... Compared to Valera and Czeska, who weren't as concerned about the white dragon, they were the most furious about this matter.

They were the first to start guarding against these outsiders, but... they were the ones being exploited.

One could imagine how irritable the knights of Green Maple Valley must be at this moment.

Therefore, they could definitely make those trade caravans, no matter their purpose, leave with boiling anger towards the Church of the Night.

It was only because their Baron thought too much that he demanded they not harm the interests of these innocent trade caravans... Otherwise, Charles and the others would have ensured those people couldn't even take a horse with them.

However, Charles also understood that although their young Baron was hot-tempered and arrogant, he strictly adhered to the rules and never did anything that would break them first.

If he gave these trade caravans enough face, and someone still wanted to take advantage, then those fools would realize how their Baron earned his great reputation.

Yes, although Lorry always felt he was an approachable otaku, his subordinates unanimously believed he was actually a very arrogant person.

Frankly, although socializing was troublesome, for the sake of their own safety, most people, even those with superior family backgrounds, wealth, and strength, would still engage in the basic 'etiquette' of playing the game of distant friendship and close attack, both fighting and befriending their neighbors.

Lorry felt he didn't need to care about those things, and even dared to treat the Church as a noble force. Everyone could see his pride and confidence.

Although Lorry felt he was respectful towards the King of the North, his teacher who was a court archmage, and the so-called divine incarnations and the bodies of the descended evil gods... But shouldn't he be?

How many ordinary nobles, even territorial nobles, could talk so eloquently in front of such powerful figures like him?

Even before the White Dragon King valued him as much as he did now, Lorry was already a proud little rooster... When crowing, he would fly to the top of a tall tree, crowing loudly in the light of dawn, with no one in his eyes, completely unafraid of disturbing others who didn't want to wake up.

Of course, this was not without its benefits.

Those willing to stay in Gezarr territory knew very well that following this proud young Baron, even if they wouldn't become rich and powerful, they would definitely have enough food and clothing.

Most importantly, they could definitely live to a ripe old age.

Their boss was the kind of tough guy who, if he didn't want to participate, it would be difficult for anyone to drag him into the water. This was very convincing for those who just wanted to live a good life.

Charles looked at the sky outside, repeatedly calculating the recent events in his mind.

He didn't think that the Church of the Night, having encountered such a strong counterattack from Lorry, would continue to cause trouble for Gezarr territory.

Frankly, the other party's methods were more like being bored and trying to disgust Lorry, it was too crude.

If those Church forces really wanted to scheme against someone... they could look at Montes Castle back then.

Although Pat's identity was a bit problematic, she managed her territory meticulously.

Unfortunately, she couldn't withstand the fact that just as she had patched up all the loopholes, when she turned around to go elsewhere, the master of the house took the initiative to poke a few big holes in it.

This incident was the biggest warning to them.

Even if the Baron didn't care about the mistakes of the four siblings... they themselves had to remember it firmly.

He glanced at the folder Valera had placed on the table and asked softly, "Are these the new stickers?"

"Yes," Valera replied curtly.

Charles knew that Valera was probably more anxious than him.

After all, she was the one truly in charge of Green Maple Valley.

Even if, on the surface, the responsibility for this mistake could be shirked, a truly intelligent person would definitely investigate their own shortcomings and patch their own leaks.

Could they expect the enemy to always make the move that wasn't their own?

"We have no way to ensure that the letters won't be switched halfway," Valera said slowly after thinking for a long time. "Even if you and I personally deliver the letters, it's the same.

The people who dare to make a move in our famous territory full of eyes are definitely existences that our low-level professionals cannot resist.

Therefore, Charles, I plan to apply to the Baron to purchase two space rings.

This is the property of our Green Maple Valley, so I want to use the public warehouse of Green Maple Valley.

This requires your consent."

Green Maple Valley naturally had its own small treasury.

Legitimate transactions were naturally handed over to the territory.

However, the consumption of trade caravans within Green Maple Valley... mainly accommodation fees and profits from grocery stores and small restaurants, Lorry left to them to handle themselves.

Although the territory would provide daily necessities such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation, a garrison had to have some mobile property to avoid being helpless in the event of an emergency.

Lorry was very aware of this.

Moreover, frankly, Lorry knew how much income Green Maple Valley had with a single calculation, and he didn't worry that anyone would have selfish intentions.

Besides, he always paid his people well.

High salaries to prevent corruption was a joke, those who wanted to be greedy would still be greedy, but it could ensure that those who didn't want to be greedy could live honestly.

Of course, the most important thing was that Lorry had enough eyes and ears, and no one could bribe them.

With enough confidence, he could naturally be more tolerant towards his subordinates.

However, he didn't completely relinquish this power.

Whether it was Valera or Charles, they had to agree together if they wanted to use this money.

Anyone with eyes could see that Lorry wasn't guarding against the two siblings.

Rather, with the progress of strength and ability, Valera and Charles would eventually reach a day when they could no longer continue to be gatekeepers.

Even if the siblings still guarded Green Maple Valley, they wouldn't be entangled in daily trivial matters at that time.

The lifespan of humans is directly linked to strength.

Lorry could never allow those who were loyal to him to suffer the greatest harm.

Even if Valera and the others didn't care, Lorry wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Loyal followers were, of course, the stronger the better.

Even if no one now thought that the Toller siblings were of any use to him in terms of force... Lorry was the strongest in this territory.

Within the next hundred years, this was still an unquestionable reality.

And after a hundred years, it would depend on whether Lorry could be stronger than the young white dragon in his territory.

Lorry had actually designed a continuous bureaucratic system for himself long ago.

And the foundation laid by the first batch of people was the most important.

Even if the subordinates brought out by his most trusted Toller siblings had some minor problems, they would definitely be close enough.

That was enough.

What these officials would become after three generations of alternation would depend on his monitoring methods... Most importantly, Lorry truly didn't think that he would have to manage these trivial matters himself when he was old and frail.

If he still had to worry about these trivial matters at that age, then his life would have been in vain.

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Charles glanced at Valera: "The storage box we are using now is also a space equipment.

Since the other party has a way to find the letter from that box, they must be able to tamper with the space ring.

Do you really think that a ring that is only a little stronger than the storage box is worth such a huge expenditure?

Valera, if it were really necessary, the Baron would have sent the ring over long ago.

I don't really agree with your idea."

Although the siblings had always been close, they had never easily compromised on official matters.

Valera and Charles certainly understood that Lorry didn't intend for them to oppose each other on this point. When chatting, they would always advise them on how to teach their chosen successors.

However, the siblings still chose to handle official matters impartially themselves.

They would never be perfunctory on matters related to the Baron.

Even if the Baron himself agreed.

"What I'm thinking about, of course, isn't the safety of the ring itself," Valera said calmly, "But I know that even those incredible powerhouses can't make continuous moves.

Our knights of Gezarr don't seem to be that slow.

They can choose one to attack between the storage box and the dimensional ring.

Then, we'll give the storage box a real magic lock.

I remember the Baron said that the mechanism magic lock he set up couldn't be opened with a simple unlocking spell, even by Archmage Arsalan, right?"

Charles blinked in surprise: "But, Valera, the reason that lock is difficult to open is because there is no key at all, not even fixed runes!

Each time it is opened, the rune problem on the lock has to be recalculated... I say, sister, can you figure it out in half an hour?"

Their Baron Lorry didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received, but one day he suddenly became interested in that ancient technology that had long been thrown to the back of his mind.

As a mage, he could calculate it accurately, but others couldn't do it.

Even the simplest lock would take Charles several hours to calculate!