Kingdombuilding: All My Inventions Are Novelty

"When a man is happy, the whole world looks better," Simon said lazily, gazing at the deep blue sky he loved so much, clear and free of smog.

Joan smiled sweetly. His happiness was her happiness. "My Lord, I have some good news too."

"Oh? Tell me."

A very skilled woman joined our textile workshop. She’s excellent at both weaving and sewing, much better than I am. At this rate, I might lose my job as workshop supervisor." Joan said with a sigh.

Simon teased. "In that case, why not just kick her out?"

"How could I? Your Highness, doing that would chill people’s hearts. I’m not someone who envies the capable." Joan pouted.

Of course, Simon was only joking. He just wanted to see her attitude. Like Ysabeau, Joan was thoughtful and considerate.

He squeezed Joan’s small hand and said seriously. "I only said it because I care about you."

"My Lord..." Joan blushed and whined softly.

Her tender voice almost melted Simon’s bones. If they weren’t about to marry soon, he might have lost his self-control right then and there.

After a bit of playful teasing, Simon suddenly remembered Dustin’s situation. He hadn’t told Joan about it yet, and he didn’t plan to. As Desmond said, Dustin couldn’t be fully trusted yet. Better to let him eat and rest well in prison for a while longer.

Switching topics, Simon asked. "Joan, how’s the preparation of the military uniforms and shoes for the Brambleford Army?"

"We’ve produced three thousand sets of uniforms over the past three months," Joan reported earnestly. "But the shoes are slower to make. Sewing the thousand-layer soles is more complicated."

Since Simon entrusted her with the textile workshop, Joan had worked diligently, taking her assignments very seriously.

"Three thousand sets, that’s good enough. Pack them up today. I’m taking them to the Brambleford Army." Simon said.

Besides armor, the Brambleford Army lacked proper uniforms. These were the very uniforms Simon had promised them before the New Year.

Now that the flintlock project was on track, it was time for the Brambleford Army’s equipment to evolve too. Although plate armor offered flexibility, it was still less agile than cloth clothing.

Such small differences in mobility could affect the reloading speed of flintlocks. According to his plan, once the Brambleford Army was equipped with flintlocks, their armor would be redistributed to soldiers from other cities.

After all, outside of Brambleford and Ashenford, the other four cities’ armies only had armor for their officers. During his last trip to Ashenford, Commander O’Neil had escorted Dustin back. When he saw even the ordinary Brambleford soldiers clad in full plate armor, his eyes had nearly turned red with envy.

After enjoying a relaxing morning, Simon followed Joan to the textile workshop.

There, he saw the Brambleford Army’s new uniforms.

According to Simon’s design, the left sleeve of each uniform was embroidered with the characters ’Brambleford Army,’ along with an insignia of two crossed swords beneath golden wheat stalks.

Since he was formalizing the military, the troops needed official insignias. The design symbolized that the army came from the people and existed to protect the people.

"My Lord, these are one of the thousand-layer-soled shoes," Joan said proudly, presenting a pair of shoes resembling traditional cloth shoes.

Simon picked them up and was struck by a wave of nostalgia. He had worn similar shoes as a child.

The soles weren’t made of rubber or plastic, but were thick layers of coarse cloth stitched together until reaching about two centimeters thick.

Even so, in Brambleford, many couldn’t afford such shoes.

The Brambleford Army’s soldiers were all from the lower classes. In this era, only the wealthy could wear thousand-layer soles; the poor could only afford straw sandals.

"Not bad! Very fine craftsmanship. How many pairs in total? Simon asked, noticing how much more meticulous the female workers had become since they were paid better wages.

"One thousand two hundred pairs., Joan replied.

At the same time, workers were already loading the uniforms and shoes onto horse-drawn carts.

After verifying everything, Simon brought the goods directly to the Brambleford military camp.

At the Brambleford Army Camp

Among the six cities, the Brambleford Army was the most elite and best-equipped force. They had already proven their strength at the Battle of Dunmere.

Of course, Simon prioritized supplying his best troops first, not because he looked down on the other armies, but because resources were limited. He had to focus where they were most needed.

"My Lord, what did you bring this time?"

As soon as Simon arrived with dozens of carts, Lancelot hurried over like a bandit sniffing out treasure.

Seeing Lancelot’s shoes, worn down to just a few thin layers, Simon grabbed a new pair of shoes from the cart and tossed them over. "These are for you."

Catching them, Lancelot’s eyes lit up. He shouted. "Everyone, come quick! His Highness brought us uniforms!

The soldiers training on the field were all Lancelot’s men, about three thousand in total. They immediately surrounded the carts, eyes shining with excitement.

New uniforms! Something they had long dreamed of!

Simon was about to order Benjamin to oversee distribution when Lancelot suddenly shouted. "What are you all waiting for? Grab them quick! If the other officers get here, they’ll claim part of the batch. We’re the closest, we should take advantage!"

"You rascal! Don’t hog everything! These uniforms are for all of us!" Another officer yelled as he led more soldiers rushing toward the carts after hearing the commotion.

At the Brambleford Military Camp, the carts loaded with military uniforms were completely surrounded by excited soldiers.

Hearing the news, troops led by their officers hurried over, eyes filled with anticipation.

"You can’t let Lancelot snatch all the uniforms! Our artillery corps needs them too!" Liam shouted as he squeezed his way up to Simon.

He added. "Everyone knows how important the artillery corps is! We should be the first ones to get the new uniforms."

"Bah! You artillery cowards just hide behind city walls firing cannons. My men fight hand-to-hand beneath the walls, why should you get them first?" Lancelot spat.

"Yeah! Why should you!" Lancelot’s men echoed loudly.

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