Lynn inspected the village.
Everyone was diligently working at their respective posts, shining and radiating warmth.
There was no need for the guard's whip.
After all, the treatment Lynn provided for them was simply too good.
Lynn wanted to increase the armed forces of the territory and expand the salt factory.
However, there was simply too much labor shortage.
One could only hope that George or Grayson would bring back more slaves.
A series of somewhat immature voices reached Lynn's ears.
Lynn raised an eyebrow and followed the source of the sound.
Inside a semi-open wooden house.
Old John was standing in front of a patched-up template, teaching the children how to read.
Perhaps because he saw Lynn, Old John stopped.
He said to the children 'take a ten-minute break' and came over to Lynn.
Old John bowed deeply to Lynn, "Thank you, Master Lynn!"
"It is you who have helped me find a purpose to live for."
Lynn looked at Old John in confusion.
