nownovels Chapter 33 The Tailor
Chapter 33 The Tailor
After inspecting the progress of the military camp, Vilan gave the new recruits some encouragement.
They have already transformed their barracks, and from now on, they will grow stronger through rigorous training every day. Vilan has brought over all the techniques he learned during his university military training, and has even devised a set of physical training methods based on his own understanding.
In short, Vilan's requirements for the guard were absolute obedience and strict order; strict adherence to orders was the most basic requirement.
After all, he would soon push the Anvil Territory's warfare level to a whole new height. In an era of line-up executions, not everyone needed to be a warrior like Carreras. As long as they could accurately execute their superiors' orders, they were good soldiers.
But on his way back, he suddenly thought of something else.
He looked at Igris, "By the way, how about the tailor shop in Anvil Territory? My guards can't go to the battlefield in tattered clothes; they need two sets of well-fitting uniforms made."
"Uniform? Like the guards' uniforms?" Igris tilted her head, clearly surprised.
I've never heard of a lord providing new clothes for the soldiers he recruits, especially a group of serf soldiers.
Vilan shook his head. "It's not quite the same. All that's needed is a good fit and uniformity. The material can be a blend of linen and wool. The most important thing is to improve their morale. Good military appearance can significantly boost an army's confidence."
"As for leather armor... I don't think the tailors in Anvil Territory have the capability to make armor; they'll have to recruit more specialized people from other places."
"By the way, since we're on the topic, why not add a tailor workshop as well? Please make a note of this, Mr. Advisor, so we can build the factory once we've recruited more tailors."
Llorente nodded and skillfully pulled a quill pen and paper from his chest pocket.
After all, this lord had many strange and unusual new ideas every day, and as an advisor, Llorente was happy to record them one by one.
Then Vilan looked at Igris, waiting for her reply.
However, Igris said helplessly, "There is only one tailor shop in Anvil Territory, and business is terrible. Apart from freemen, no one will pay her to make clothes."
"Oh, that makes things difficult. I should have told McKinney to keep an eye on the tailors in Silver City."
Vilan felt a pang of regret. McKinney and Miles had been on their way for two days, and given their pace, they should be almost at Silver City by now.
At this moment, Vilan noticed that Igris's eyes were flickering, as if she had something to say.
"What's wrong, Miss Gardener? You're not usually such a shy person."
Igris blushed instantly. "It's not that I'm being coy. I just wanted to say that I know that seamstress in the Anvil Collar. She's only five years older than me, but she's a master designer! If you're looking for someone to design uniforms, I guarantee she could handle it!"
Vilan found it somewhat amusing upon hearing this, and said, "Of course you can. You can bring her to talk to me, if she's willing."
"Okay! I'll go right now!"
"Not now, have you forgotten? You are the head of the kitchen in Iron Anvil Territory. The cooks in the barracks and mines still need you to select them."
Iglesias's expression immediately fell, and the enthusiasm on her face was instantly extinguished.
This job was no easy task. The farm women were all pitiful, and their cooking skills were all about the same. She had no idea which one to choose.
Or rather, is this part of a maid's job duties?
Seeing that Igris had picked up the "class smell," Vilan could only give her an encouraging smile before sending her off to work.
Vilan then returned to the study with Llorente.
In a sense, as the lord, Vilan was the one with the strongest sense of class. As soon as he sat down, he had to take out the magic cores he had collected yesterday and turn them all into magic powder.
Although his increased mental strength allowed him to process a bunch of magic cores in just a few seconds, he would also fall into a period of mental depression after each process.
But there's no other way. Right now, the core energy for the development of the Anvil Territory all depends on Vilan himself. If he doesn't work hard, who will?
"Lord Vilan, did you release the steel cable to delay the bandits' looting?"
While Vilan was resting, Llorente suddenly asked a question.
After talking with Steel Cable in the dungeon last time, Vilan quickly let him go. Only Karrelas knows exactly what they talked about.
However, to his surprise, Llorente guessed Vilan's intention at a glance. Vilan smiled bitterly and said, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from the advisor. This is the only way. After all, the guards are all new recruits. I can't expect them to fight off vicious bandits. At least give me more time to prepare."
"Excuse my bluntness, but is that steel cable trustworthy?"
"Perhaps. I'm willing to believe him, after all, he told me a little 'secret'." A sly look appeared on Vilan's face. Every time he thought of the steel cable's little secret, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Besides, the robbers didn't come, which proves he didn't lie to me. He's a decent fellow."
"Your judgment is certainly correct, but if you wish, the guards seem capable of driving away those bandits as well."
Llorente was right. Although the guards were few in number, their individual strength was too great. If they launched a night raid, the bandits would collapse instantly.
But Vilan had no intention of doing so.
"New soldiers always need a bloody ordeal to grow, don't they?"
Vilan looked up and met Llorente's gaze, his eyes filled with confidence.
He certainly cherished his soldiers, so he couldn't let them become hothouse flowers, and a group of chaotic bandits was obviously a good whetstone.
Just as the two were talking, Bering knocked on the study door.
"Lord Vilan, Scarface has arrived, and he has also hunted down a magical beast."
"So fast!"
Vilan was immediately shocked. Only two days had passed, and he hadn't expected Scarface to complete the mission so quickly.
He truly deserves to be called the best hunter in Anvil Territory.
He immediately left the castle and went into the garden.
Scarface was covered in mud and leaves, with congealed bloodstains on his chest.
In front of him lay a bright red fox carcass.
Unlike ordinary foxes, this fox had a ring of fiery red flesh around its neck, and its whole body reeked of burning.
"My God! This is Warcraft!"
Vilan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. To be honest, although he had a lot of information about magical beasts in his memory, this was the first time he had seen one in person.
After all, no one in his family would take him out to hunt magical beasts.
Scarface raised his head and said expressionlessly, "As you wish, this is a Crimson Flame Fox. I waited for it for a day and a night and finally put it in the trap."