Lord: My Shop Connects to Modern Times

Lynn and Leon's conversation wasn't loud, but Bray, who was closer, heard almost everything.

The joyful expression on Bray's face gradually faded, replaced by a sense of gratitude and solemnity at being trusted.

Having lived half his life, he had never seen any nobleman say such a thing. All along, the lives of noblemen had been worth far more than the lives of "commoners" like them.

Even if they are not treated as human beings, they would do anything as long as they can be fed.

But this new lord not only fed them meat, but was even willing to entrust his back to them, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of their hearts.

The scar on his face seemed to sting for a moment, and Bray tightened his grip on the compound bow. He strode forward, then slipped and knelt down in front of Lynn with a thud.

"My lord, I, Bray, am willing to follow you to the death, even unto death!"

This startled Lynn. He helped the other person up, his tone gentle yet serious:

"Kneeling is not allowed in my territory. I just want everyone to live a better life. From now on, kneeling is forbidden!"

Bray stood up without saying anything more and slowly retreated back into the crowd.

Lynn patted Leon on the shoulder, then said to Bray, "Here's the bow. Tonight, you and your hunting party will use it to provide support on the walls. Target the fastest, fiercest, and..."

He paused for a moment: "Aim for the center of the monster's head and torso, that's their core. If attacking those two spots doesn't work... try looking for any parts that are different from the rest of the body, and attack those parts."

"Understood!" Bray's voice was hoarse with excitement. He nodded vigorously, his eyes showing no hesitation, only the burning fervor of someone entrusted with a great responsibility: "Rest assured, sir! I will not let a single filthy thing easily reach the base of the wall!"

……

Just past midnight, the deepest darkness descended. From the shadows of the western mountains came a strange sound, a dense rustling sound, like countless wet pieces of wood rubbing and pressing together, growing ever closer.

"They're here!" shouted the sentry on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, a group of shadowy, distorted figures emerged from the darkness.

They have an ape-like outline, but their limbs are strangely proportioned. Their bodies are covered with a dark substance, and their running movements are stiff yet swift. There are two faint, dark red lights around their eyes.

"Torch! Raise it high!" Leon roared.

The firelight on the wall shone brightly, illuminating the cold, reflective bodies and empty eye sockets of the demons.

They let out low, noisy roars and charged madly toward the low wall!

"Fire!" Lynn ordered.

Arrows fired from ordinary hunting bows struck them with a clanging sound, most of them bouncing off, and a few only penetrating shallowly, causing them to pause slightly.

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out! Almost before the sound arrived, a black line pierced the chest of a particularly tall monster charging at the forefront.

"Awooo—!" The monster let out an unprecedentedly painful scream. Its entire body stiffened and twisted instantly, and dark red "blood" spurted from the wound, making a "hissing" sound in the air.

It was Bray! He crouched behind the battlements, his face as hard as stone, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. He drew back the composite bow steadily once more, and another black arrow was already firmly aimed at the next target.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two more arrows struck the bodies of the other two demons.

Although not every strike was fatal, the precise attacks effectively disrupted their charging formation, buying valuable time for Leon and his men below the wall to regroup and launch an attack.

"Well done, Bray!" Lynn couldn't help but praise.

Leon also cast a complex but ultimately approving glance in that direction.

With Bray's precise long-range suppression and vital strikes, combined with Leon's exquisite swordsmanship, the pressure on the defenders was greatly reduced.

Their charge never again formed the terrifying wave it had initially created.

Before dawn, the last few monsters retreated into the darkness, leaving behind a dozen or so broken corpses that were slowly "melting" from their wounds, turning into black ash and dull crystal fragments.

Watching the monster's corpse gradually dissolve, Lynn frowned: "What the hell is that thing...?"

The camp was filled with acrid smoke and a cold, strange stench, mixed with the gasps of survivors.

People collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and many unconsciously glanced at the scarred hunter on the wall, who had put away his bow and was silently checking his arrows.

Lynn suppressed his curiosity about the monster itself, walked over to Bray, looked at his arm which was trembling slightly from drawing the bow multiple times, and smiled at his face which was a mixture of exhaustion, excitement and a hint of fear: "Tonight, the credit is yours."

Bray raised his head, his eyes more serene and resolute than when he had taken the bow the night before.

He said nothing, but gripped the bow tightly in his hand and nodded heavily to Lynn.

Trust, for the first time, took root amidst the blood and fire of that night. And that bow from another world, and that former wandering hunter, became one of the earliest imprints in the legends of Grayrock Town.

……

In Grayrock Town, in a temporary "meeting hall" that has been cleared out.

"Now, let's have a proper discussion about the town's next steps."

Lynn looked around at the familiar faces sitting around the table.

There weren't many people. Leon, Bray, Gorm, Joel, and Martha, whose little hands were still trembling slightly as she took notes. Everyone looked tired, but their eyes were still bright.

"Although we defeated the enemy this time with zero casualties, our preparations were clearly far from sufficient!"

No one objected. Leon nodded silently; his arm was wrapped in bandages, scrapes from the monster's claws. Bray had a shallow mark on his face, from a flying rock.

"There are three shortcomings." Lynn held up one finger:

"First, the wall isn't high enough or sturdy enough. Those things are too strong; they almost knocked down the newly laid stones several times."

"Secondly, our men just fight randomly. When they see a monster rushing at them, their minds go blank, and they don't know where to stab with their weapons."

"Third," he looked at Gorm and Joel, "there's chaos in the rear. The wounded aren't being moved in time, and the women and children aren't hiding securely enough. If a hole breaks in the wall, it'll be a disaster."

Gorm lowered his head, while Joel rubbed his hands together. They had witnessed the chaos of last night.

"So, do the next three things at the same time." Lynn drew three lines on the simple wooden table with charcoal:

"First, build a wall. Not a repair, but a reconstruction. Using our current stone house and square as the core, expand outwards and build a real wall that people can walk on."

The foundation needs to be deep, compacted with stones and clay. Leon, you're in charge. All the men, divide into two groups, and take turns working.

Leon replied in a deep voice, "We need more tools: good pickaxes, shovels, and stone-carrying trolleys."

"I'll figure out the tools." Lynn noted this down; this is where public opinion comes into play.

"The second thing is training. Leon, pick two quick-witted men from your men to be squad leaders."

Every morning and evening, the men not on duty building the wall would split into two teams and practice the simplest things: advancing and retreating according to the sound of the drum, practicing how to stab with wooden sticks in groups of three, and practicing how to use a shield to block the impact and then counterattack.

The goal isn't to train them into knights, but to ensure that next time they encounter such things, their hands remain calm, their hearts remain composed, and they know exactly where to apply their strength.

"Understood." A hint of agreement flashed in Leon's eyes. The lord had hit the nail on the head: discipline was more important than brute force.

"The third thing," Lynn said, looking at Gumm and Bray, "Gumm, your field is your lifeline. Keep a close eye on it, water it on time, and don't let anyone touch it."

Meanwhile, clear out any small patch of open space inside the fence, even the size of a palm, to prepare for planting. I'll take care of the seeds.

He then looked at Bray: "Your hunting team cannot stop. But don't go any further west to your deaths."

Change direction, explore south, north, and east carefully. Look for three things: places with good clay, high points where you can set up hidden sentries, and any living creatures or fruits that look edible. Draw a map, draw it carefully.

"Then... what about me? My lord..." Martha raised her little hand tremblingly and asked the question just like the students in the school.

"You..." Lynn thought for a moment, "You can still keep track of their work points for me. If you get too busy, you can ask someone to help you."

"Okay!!!" Martha nodded enthusiastically.

After the assignments were given, everyone had no further objections and went about their business.