He could completely rely on scientific technology to produce muskets and cannons.
Blast them into the roar of steel and gunpowder!
Even if special constructions required knowledge related to magic,
He could have Flint or personnel knowledgeable in magic to do it for him.
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart.
Lynn devoted himself entirely to the construction and wall-building before him.
Until the afternoon.
He finally took steps towards the expansion site of the "Mutated Wild Boar Farm".
Walking on the red brick road back to the town.
Lynn's gaze scanned the vast fields on both sides.
Under the sunlight full of heat and warmth, the crops appeared vibrant and colorful.
After walking for a while, Lynn stepped off the lime road and stood at the edge of a winter barley field.
His gaze surveyed the winter barley before him.
At this time, the heads of winter barley gradually emerged from the leaf sheaths.
Some of the better-growing barley had even entered the grouting stage.
