System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 696 - 242: I Want to Expand the Army (10,000) (3)

Chapter 696: Chapter 242: I Want to Expand the Army (10,000) (3)

Fully focused on filtering the townsmen, he didn’t notice that Kuisi had returned to the castle and had already prepared dinner.

Lynn responded, stood up from the wooden chair, and walked toward the reception hall in the back.

Sitting at the head of the dining table, Lynn glanced around the table.

Apart from some cuts of meat, there was also a pot of fresh fish stew.

At Lynn’s command, Red and Kuisi sat at the table, and the three of them ate dinner together.

Outside the castle, nightfall gradually descended, enveloping the entire world.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Sheer cliffs towered on both sides, with rock layers clearly visible.

As if God had cleaved them open with a mighty axe, spreading from the center toward both sides...

The rocks, over long geological changes, had been eroded by wind and rain into bizarre shapes.

Like a fierce beast, like a stooped elder...

Inside the canyon, there was a constant, never-ending wind.

Strong air currents howled through the canyon, making a series of woeful sounds...

This was the Windmill Ridge Canyon, over five hundred miles away from Triumph City.

In the lee behind the giant rocks, a tent swayed constantly in the valley winds, making rustling sounds.

It also billowed the Armor worn by the four soldiers guarding the entrance.

Inside the tent.

Mark Ducas, dressed in Leather Armor, sat in front of the stove.

His eyes stared straight at the chunks of charcoal burning freely in the stove.

His face was gloomy, the flames flickering in his eyes, yet his gaze did not waver at all.

Time ticked away, moment by moment.

Soon.

Along with the sound of galloping horses gradually approaching.

Several horse neighs sounded outside the tent, coming to a halt.

Mark Ducas naturally heard this sound, and he lifted his gaze to the curtain at the entrance of the tent.

After the sound of footsteps, a reporting voice sounded at the curtain.

"Marquis, Lord Lawrence requests to see you..."

Before the guard outside could finish his report, a hand had already lifted the curtain.

"Get out of my way!"

"I’m Lawrence. If I want to see Mark, I’ll see him directly; I don’t need you to report!"

Mark, still seated on the wooden chair, looked directly as Lawrence entered the tent with a Godfrey.

With a wave of his left hand, Mark dismissed the four guards accompanying Lawrence.

Lawrence strode over to Mark.

As he approached, he spoke, "Mark! Do I have it wrong about you?"

"When I risk my life for the Ducas Clan, not even planning to come back alive."

"Why have you been sent by Mitchell to this godforsaken place?"

"Even though this is the main route to Triumph City, don’t you feel you’ve been exiled?"

Mark furrowed his brows slightly, staring at Lawrence in front of him.

"What are you trying to say?"

Lawrence let out a cold snort, "What do you think I want to say?"

"If you can’t handle being the Marquis of Ducas, then step down gracefully."

"Let me, Lawrence, show you how to be this Marquis!"

Standing at the entrance, Godfrey felt the atmosphere in the tent starting to turn confrontational.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

This scene, he had witnessed more than once.

Previously each time he saw it, these two brothers would end up fighting.

But now it’s different.

Now, Mark is the Marquis of Ducas!

He holds absolute power over Lawrence’s life and death.

Even though, Lawrence is Mark’s half-brother! 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Mark continued to stare at Lawrence, speaking calmly.

"Just you?"

Feeling the aura emanating from Mark, Lawrence’s mouth slightly opened.

In the end, he halted his speech.

He stepped forward a few paces, moving a wooden chair from beside the stove.

Placing it next to the stove, his body moved, sitting on the wooden chair.

Lawrence looked at Mark across, his tone more composed.

"When I learned the Sword and Shield Corps were stationed at Windmill Ridge Canyon, I didn’t even go home, came straight over."

"I was away for quite a while, not very aware of the current situation in the Karedi Empire."

"But Mark, I can clearly tell you."

"If the Sword and Shield Corps soldiers continue to guard the godforsaken Windmill Ridge Canyon."

"The Ducas Clan will have only two paths!"

"First, Mitchell and Caesar completely tear their faces, and two great powers start to wage war."

"If the Duke of Red Dragon chooses to enter Triumph City from Windmill Ridge Canyon."

"Then the entire Sword and Shield Corps will become the iron-hoofed victims of the Red Dragon Cavalry Corps!"

Mark didn’t speak.

Lawrence didn’t mind and continued to speak.

"Second, no one stays in Triumph City, stays by Mitchell’s side, planning strategically..."

"This time, the Sword and Shield Corps is stationed at Windmill Ridge Canyon."

"Next time, it might be attacking the Duchy of the Red Dragon!"

"To prove the Ducas Clan’s loyalty to Mitchell, more than three thousand Sword and Shield Corps soldiers have been sent out!"

"Even I, Lawrence Ducas, almost died in the Duchy of the Red Dragon!"

"Isn’t that enough to show loyalty?"

Mark responded softly, still without any indication.

Lawrence immediately furrowed his brow and asked.

"Tell me, what other strategies do you have?"

Before Mark could speak, Godfrey, standing at the curtain, stepped forward.

"Lords, I have some ideas, may I speak?"