So besides location, a more important attraction was to make investors trust this place.
Therefore, even if Jon could deploy soldiers, he didn't intend to resort to force; instead, he began to observe this spontaneously formed small town.
After wandering around for a long time with nothing to do, the transmigrator indeed discovered many problems. That is, compared to a stranger like himself, the entire Tampa was obviously a small acquaintance society.
Since the population here was not large, most people seemed to know each other, so wherever Jon went, he always attracted several gazes of attention.
And among them, there were also some malicious looks.
When Jon looked back along these gazes, he could always see some idle people leaning against the shops by the road, seemingly having nothing to do but drink and chat.
Regarding these people, Jon only pondered slightly to judge which ones were sailors running ships and which ones were desperadoes engaged in smuggling.
And after careful observation, the new baron had to come to a conclusion that saddened him:
This place was clearly a monolithic block. Unless he completely abandoned the ready-made town of Tampa and went elsewhere to start from scratch again, he shouldn't dream of controlling everything here securely.
Of course, he had another choice to make the people here accept him.
As for the price to be paid, it was far beyond what time could solve. It even required selling his own body and bloodline to form marital alliances with some unrefined local heavyweights and integrate into this place.
But doing so obviously did not meet Jon's expectations.
After that, Jon also started to turn back to that brothel street, ready to see if Gendry had ended his first life experience.
Of course, this wasn't worrying that the other party would take the opportunity to slip away, but purely out of bad taste.
But even after he returned after a long time, the Bull still hadn't come down from upstairs, and even showed a tendency to become a legend.
Regarding this, Jon couldn't help feeling a vague sourness in his heart.
Although his first experience lasted much longer than the Bull's, even he himself wasn't sure whether his excitement and vigor at that time were due to his exceptional natural endowment or the system's operation.
Just as Jon was falling into a bit of unhappiness and doubting life, he faintly heard some discussions.
The source of this voice came from the spiral corridor directly above him, without any intention of lowering the volume.
Obviously, when discussing the person involved, these slanderers didn't realize that the protagonist of the topic was right under their feet.
Therefore, when these ladies who liked to share secrets began to laugh unscrupulously, Jon finally understood that the situation described in the topic happened to come from the clothing store.
"That's right, that's right, I'm talking about that unfamiliar face. Don't look at him being somewhat handsome; he's actually a poor ghost."
"Yes, yes, yes, I heard it too. Don't know where the country bumpkin came from, but he just had to pick the most expensive place in Tampa."
"Come to think of it, fortunately, Miss Margaery didn't get angry with that poor and sour noble."
"Sigh~ I didn't expect them to come to our place. It's really hard on those sisters. The same amount of time would have been enough to receive four or five waves of guests. Really stingy..."
Hearing the ridicule of these practitioners, the corners of Jon's eyes couldn't help twitching again.
Just a moment before he was about to explode, the Bull quietly appeared beside him, the satisfaction on his face as if he had been in heaven.
However, before Gendry could continue to reminisce about that wonderful time, he saw the Lord who granted him this happiness having a dark face at this moment. His tightly furrowed brows were like the Wall, making people shudder.
Seeing Jon's reaction, Gendry hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to speak out of concern.
"My Lord, are you okay?"
Only this time, when greeting Jon, the Bull commendably called Jon "My Lord," and it was the first time!
This also meant that the new baron's measures to win over subordinates seemed to be showing initial results.
However, Jon didn't pay attention to this gain at all.
At this moment, Jon, who had never taken empty fame to heart before, felt humiliated for the first time, wishing he could immediately regain his face.
Therefore, when the Bull asked him for the third time, the Baron came back to his senses, and responded with a vow to himself.
"Ah! Damn it, I want revenge. I must teach that stinky woman a good lesson!"
Just listening to the meaning in Jon's words, he was obviously cheering himself up. Even he himself was a bit confused why he was angry with such a female boss.
But from the perspective of bystanders, this kind of thing was considered normal.
After all, judging from the nature of Westerosi nobles, being high above and enjoying everyone's flattery and respect met their psychological expectations.
In contrast, a noble like Jon who chose to be generous and understanding to his subordinates was simply a traitor to his class and could be counted on one hand.
Even if he was once a bastard, it didn't affect the fact that he was born of a great noble family.
Of course, leaving aside these factors, the main point was that the transmigrator, who was crowned with the name "Little Jon," seemed to have had things going too smoothly recently.
In the month since entering King's Landing, Jon not only alleviated the dispute between the Wolf and the Lion single-handedly but also gained unimaginable fame in the tourney.
After that, Jon's highlight moment did not end but climbed higher to the peak, even being granted the Stark surname and this fiefdom by Robert.
So, when a winner who always had things go his way suffered a sudden setback, the psychological rebound generated was naturally unimaginably large.
And this gap would naturally magnify the defects in his human nature.
Just like now, when a trace of darkness just surfaced in the transmigrator's heart, the long-lost dog System quietly descended, whispering in his ear like a demon.
[That's right. A mere commoner woman dares to offend a noble baron; it's simply seeking death. At this time of the dark moon and high wind, you only need to wait patiently for a while to snatch her to the inn where you are staying. By dawn, the humiliation and resentment you suffered will be poured into that beautiful body...]
Hearing this, Jon's pupils suddenly dilated, almost unable to believe the System's advice.
Previously, although this dog System didn't do human things, and the bad ideas it came up with were unspeakable...
But remarks like this that broke the bottom line were simply unheard of.
Of course, this wasn't the main point. The key was that with the System's instigation, Jon's mind immediately filled in and flashed through these scenes.
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