"A batch of fuel was just delivered by merchants, and I will arrange for personnel to dye a batch of vibrant-colored linen cloth to make flags."
"Let the soldiers stationed in the watchtower wave the flags to give a warning."
Rose and Avery, summoned by Lynn's guard, responded in unison.
"Yes."
Lynn dismissed Avery, letting him continue with his tasks.
Lynn's gaze turned to Rose.
"Lord Rose!"
Rose's expression turned solemn, and he quickly replied, "Here, Master."
Lynn continued, "How many sets of armor and weapons do the soldiers under your command still lack?"
Rose's eyebrows raised slightly; he naturally understood the implication in Lynn's words.
He hurriedly replied, "Master, we are still short of four hundred and eighty sets of armor, and there is a greater lack of weapons."
"Four hundred winged spears, three hundred and eighty longswords!"
