The Serene Life of Lord Ashford

Chapter 13: Renewing Ashford

"Bachelor Lawson, I hereby appoint you as the Administrative Officer responsible for managing the territory. I will allocate funds for various expenses. Complete the following tasks I will assign to you as soon as possible," William declared with authority.

Lawson listened attentively, his expression filled with determination.

"First, hire a few residents who possess reading and counting skills to assist you in your administrative duties. We need capable individuals to handle the paperwork and ensure efficient governance," William instructed.

Lawson nodded in understanding, ready to assemble a competent team.

"Second, recruit skilled workers and craftsmen to renovate the dilapidated manor. We need to restore it to its former glory and create a strong foundation for our operations," William continued.

Lawson mentally noted the importance of restoring the Lord's Manor as a symbol of authority.

"Third, conduct a comprehensive census of the current population in the territory. We must account for every resident, recording their names, ages, occupations, and places of residence, as well as any relevant familial and social connections. No one should be overlooked," William emphasized.

Lawson pondered the purpose of the census, seeking clarification from William.

"My Lord, what is the significance of this census?" Lawson inquired.

"A census enables us to register and understand all the citizens living in our territory. It provides valuable information, such as identifying talents and skilled individuals within the fief. Though it may seem tedious now, it will prove invaluable in the future," William explained.

Lawson nodded, appreciating the rationale behind the census and the potential benefits it could yield.

"Fourth, I assign you the responsibility of overseeing the construction of water wheels to expand our farmlands. This will enhance our agricultural productivity and support the growth of our territory," William conveyed, incorporating the suggestions he had been given into his formulated plans.

Lawson accepted the task, ready to ensure the efficient utilization of water resources for agricultural purposes.

William's voice carried a hint of warning as he concluded, "I will expect regular updates on your progress, Bachelor Lawson. If I find any signs of negligence or lack of dedication, I will not hesitate to send you back to Rose Hill Castle!"

Lawson felt a surge of determination, half-kneeling before William as a sign of his unwavering loyalty. "I, Albert Lawson, bearing the title of Bachelor, pledge my allegiance to Baron William Rosenberg, Lord of Ashford!" he declared solemnly.

William, with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, acknowledged Lawson's pledge. As the day's work concluded and the discussions on the future of the territory came to an end, William suggested they retire for the night. 

"Thank you, Bachelor Lawson. Your unwavering dedication and commitment are invaluable to me," William expressed his gratitude, placing a reassuring hand on Lawson's shoulder. "We shall continue our efforts tomorrow with renewed vigor."

Lawson's determination remained evident in his gaze, and he nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, my Lord. I am honored to serve by your side," he replied, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty.

William bid Rockwell and Lawson, goodnight, and they parted ways to retire to their respective chambers.

The moonlight painted the study in a soft glow, enveloping the room with a tranquil ambiance as the night grew deeper. Settling into a cozy armchair, William delved into the pages of a book titled "Ranger Harry of Gifford." 

The story followed the adventures of a ranger named Harry as he roamed into the Great Forest of Lindblum. Situated in the western part of the Kingdom, the Great Forest of Lindblum was renowned for its enchanting beauty, and mysterious landscapes, a remnant of the ancient woodlands that had endured through the ages.

William found himself engrossed in the tale of Ranger Harry's past encounter with a white stag adorned with crystal horns. Captivated by the crystal's allure, Harry longed to possess it for himself. However, he soon discovered that his friend, a barbarian warrior, also harbored the same desire. The situation took a perilous turn when the barbarian warrior attempted to claim the crystal from the white stag, only to be wounded severely in a fierce battle.

Terrified by the danger, Harry made a split-second decision and fled the chaotic scene, realizing that he was willing to sacrifice his desires for self-preservation. The sensation of running for his life resonated deeply with William as he read the thrilling accounts of Harry's escape.

As the tale progressed, Harry later encountered the same crystal in a bustling city. Stained with his friend's blood, the crystal was now available for purchase at a seemingly affordable price of 180 gold coins. The shocking revelation made William ponder the significance of the crystal horns on the white stag. If Harry's accounts were true, then these horns might be a rare magical material originating from a spirit beast.

Having read one-third of the book, William gently closed its pages, setting it aside. The words lingered in his mind as he closed his eyes, ready to embrace the soothing embrace of sleep. The adventures of Ranger Harry and the mysteries of the Great Forest of Lindblum remained etched in his imagination, leaving him eager to continue the journey through the pages on the following nights