The fishing village port wasn't originally built in its current location, as can be seen from the wooden stakes buried deep along the coast.
Lynn strolled along the pier, with the little black dog trotting happily behind him.
Watching the artisans working busily, Lynn whistled in the sea breeze, feeling very content.
The fishermen of the North are truly simple and honest. Look at how deeply and firmly these stakes are buried.
Lynn swore that even a wild bull wouldn't be able to run far from the trap area.Lynn was in good spirits, and for good reason. He was heading to the Three Sisters islands in Bite Bay to retrieve the captured Rhodart. He had received a raven from Lynn's men and replied, informing them that they were already on their way back.
The pirates' treasure was abundant, with two large chests full of gold and silver.
Lynn explained his operation against the Iron Islands merchant ships in three days. He said he would return at full speed to try to catch up with the encirclement and suppression of the Ironborn.
After watching the docks for a full two days, Lynn felt that everything was in order.The final work will be completely finished this morning. The docking pier on the right has been completely dismantled, and the only remaining docking point on the left pier is blocked by two fishing boats.
Federer was a dark-skinned old man.
At this moment, he squatted on the ground, picked up a large, sharp iron nail from the side, carefully buried it in the small pit he had just dug, and slowly covered it with soil.
A layer of fine sand was spread over the soil, and unless you looked closely, you wouldn't notice the sharp nail heads protruding from under the gravel.Federer didn't have many spikes left with him, and this was the last batch they needed to bury.
The patrol team from the Lord's manor walked past him, they were there to supervise the progress of the work.
Old man Federer was not nervous at all about the seemingly fierce patrol team.
The young lord had just been standing not far from him, walking his dog.
After seeing his craftsmanship, he even praised him with a phrase that he only half understood.
"This craftsmanship is good, nice work, reward him with a chicken leg."
This must have been a compliment.The thought of chicken legs dimmed old Federer's eyes a little more.
He had lived here since before Fisher Village Port was even established.
The young lord's deceased father had been granted this territory and made its lord, leading a group of people to establish Fisher Village Port City, and building a dock here, which led to the current situation.
Now, the young lord is even less likely to disappoint the residents here.
Defeating the Biting Bay pirates a while ago is the best example.Old Federer had originally intended to apply for a craftsman position to earn some money to supplement his family income, but when he saw that the original fishing village port was gradually filling up with batches of well-trained soldiers, he felt that the lord was about to become prosperous.
"After this busy period, I'll have my son come and work for the lord. What future is there in being a sailor?"
Old Federer thought to himself.
A burst of noise came from nearby.A voice roared, "Lord, this kid is slacking off! These spikes aren't buried properly. The sand is too thick and there's no mud underneath. Anyone with a pair of leather boots could walk right over them and it would just be like a tickle."
Old Federer clapped his hands, stood up, and looked towards the direction of the voice in the distance.
A patrolman was yelling at a burly craftsman, while the young lord, leading his black dog, peered curiously from the side.
Federer's face immediately filled with mockery as he thought,
"Idiots, do you think you can fool the patrol so easily?""Having received so much pay, you can't even be careful and diligent with your work? You need to know these nails are meant to take down the enemies at the fishing village port. The Lord made it very clear at the artisan workshop a few days ago. Now you'll suffer the consequences, you fool!"
Lynn looked at the pleading artisan who had made the mistake, his face darkening. His eyes swept over the gravel on the ground.
"Take off his shoes."
These words pierced the heart of the offending craftsman like a sharp blade.
And the next moment, the patrol team brutally ripped off the shoes of the craftsman who had cut corners, and one of the nails he himself had buried was driven into the sole of his foot.Lynn could imagine the consequences without even opening his eyes.
A bloody mess was certain. Lynn shook his head and sighed softly. In this period of development, those who try to be cunning and cheat are unforgivable.
Lynn indifferently walked away with the little black dog.
Behind him came the craftsman's heart-wrenching screams. His sole had been pierced directly by the nail, and blood flowed all over the ground.
However, his foot wouldn't be ruined. He would inevitably need to rest and recover for a month or two.
It was all his own doing.Having strolled around the docks for the entire morning and finding no issues, Lynn led his guards back towards the city.
Lynn looked up at the rows of elite cavalry soldiers patrolling the city walls and smiled with satisfaction.
Now, the elite cavalry had taken over all key positions in Fisher Village Port, including defense and patrols.
The original attendants were still under the jurisdiction of Hood, but Lynn divided them into two groups: one responsible for patrolling the city's security, and the other responsible for patrolling the territory outside the city.
This arrangement was both clearly defined and made Lynn feel more at ease.In the world of Game of Thrones, it's better to be careful than to regret it later.
Having crested a sloping hillock, the open gate of the stronghold came into view, and the vista suddenly brightened.
On either side of the gate, two people stood guard, side by side.
At the head of the group, Harry Kane, the commander of the archer company of the Swift Riders, who was accompanying the patrol, suddenly spoke, "Master, it would be best to make some preparations here at the gate."
"You think those Ironborn can make it all the way to the stronghold?"Kane whispered, "My lord, Commander Rodarte has not yet returned. If I take the Swift Riders to the docks and the plan goes awry, the city defenses will be weakened. It's good to have a backup plan."
Lynn shrugged, "Arrange it as you see fit."
Back at the mansion, he had just finished a lavish lunch.
Before he could even wipe his mouth with a napkin, the head of the guards, Hood, rushed in excitedly.
He was holding a raven upside down in his vise-like grip.
"My lord, we have news."
Lynn gestured for Hood to remove the message tied to the raven's leg.He casually took it, unfolded the note, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
This was news sent by the attendants upstream.
The Ironborn merchant ships were heading south, but what surprised Lynn was that the note also stated that, in addition to the Iron Islands merchant ships, there was another ship flying a different Ironborn banner, closely following behind.
This surprised Lynn somewhat.
The head of the guard, Hudd, seeing the lord's puzzled expression, was about to ask a question.
But then, from outside the manor, a horn sounded from the city gate.
This kind of alarm horn was only blown when the patrol couldn't make a judgment.Lynn and Hood exchanged a glance and quickly strode out of the lord's mansion.
When the group reached the city walls, Lynn saw the sea at the end of the horizon, beyond the docks of the fishing village harbor.
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