Chapter 98: Teach Them How to Spend Money!

  The golden sun cast its dazzling rays.

  The indescribable warmth illuminated every anxious face.

  Many people who had just finished work eagerly looked on.

  They had heard about the battle but didn't know the details, only that the lord had won again.

  In the vast fields, the victorious caravan slowly returned along the distant road.

  At the front of the voy, Ange rode with striking grace, surrounded by a halo of light, exuding both captivating charisma and authority.

  What left everyounned was the s following closely behind Ange!

  They marched in lines of five, their heavy steps perfectly synized as they followed behind her.

  The small nicks and marks from bdes and spears on the s made them appear even more real.

  The people felt the ground shakih them, gazing at these legendary creations, their hearts filled with a mix of aride.

  These were definitely creations of their lord, mysterious and powerful!

  Behind the s were the tall barbarian soldiers, solemnly carryi coffins, each taining a fallen rade from the battle.

  Bur soldiers and barbarian soldiers had made sacrifices.

  The cooperation in this battle had dissolved the old grudges and tensioween them, and they narded each other as true rades.

  The families, who had already been informed of the deaths, tearfully watched the se unfold before them.

  Unlike usual, Old John did not have his usual pyful demeanor as he called out the names of the fallen soldiers, praising their ceous sacrifices.

  An unspokeion brewed, rooted, and blossomed in the hearts of everyone present.

  Behind them were the orderly ranks of soldiers.

  The blood on their bodies had yet to dry, and their wounds had not yet healed, but their steps were strong, and their presence carried an iron-blooded aura.

  No fear was visible in their eyes, only an indescribable resolve!

  With such soldiers proteg them, everyo an overwhelming sense of safety!

  "Protect the territory, protect the homend!"

  Instructor Arnold shouted, his face wrinkled but his eyes burning with fervor.

  It was as if he had returo the glorious days of building the city, fighting and battling alongside his rades!

  "Protect the territory, protect the homend!!"

  All the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!

  They shouted again and again, marg step by step into Bay Vilge, returning with honor and medals.

  With wet eyes, everyone couldn't help but choke up, joining in with the loud shouts:

  "Protect the territory, protect the homend!"

  The endless fields echoed with the deafening cries.

  The sound spread far and wide, carried by the wind into the distance, lingering for a long time.

  Evening.

  After enjoying the victory feast, everyone walked around the vilge, excitedly discussing the se they had just witnessed.

  "Even the lowest-ranking soldier received 5 gold s, enough to buy thousands of pounds of food!"

  "No kidding! The soldiers are making too much money; it would take me years to earn that much…"

  "With that much money, how will they spend it?"

  "What else would they do? Buy nd!"

  "The lord never said the outside fields could be bought; only those who made tributions like the soldiers receive additional allocations."

  "You could also join the ion team; although there's no sary, at least you get food…"

  "The lord is so rid generous…"

  "You're right! Uhe lord's leadership, Bay Vilge might just bee a small town one day…"

  "A small town? I think it'll be much more than that…"

  "..."

  Listening to the excited discussions around him and enjoying the respectful gnces sent his way, Tom grinned like a fool.

  He held his pouch tightly, occasionally shaking it near his ear to hear the crisp king sound, his smile growing even more foolish.

  Patting his belly, he sighed in satisfa as Little Jixiaedly looked at her silent brother, seemingly remembering something and asking with some :

  "Brother? Did you enter any danger?"

  Many ses fshed through his mind, but Jifan shook his head silently. Notig his sister's worried expression, he quickly smiled and patted the sheathed short sword:

  "No, we rovers were just providing support from the rear, far from the trolls."

  "That's right, Afan's crossbow aim ot on; he saved me twice…"

  Tom immediately chimed in, clumsily trying to fort Little Jixiang.

  With an exasperated look, Jifan saw the worry in his sister's eyes and quickly shook his money pouch, speakiedly:

  "We won today's battle uhe lord's leadership."

  "You wouldn't believe it—when the lord made his move, he released…"

  Little Jixiang, being young, was quickly captivated by the mysterious lord, her eyes filled with wonder as she listeo her brother and Tom reting the tale bit by bit.

  Before long, the three returned home, and upon seeing the gleaming gold s oable, they all broke into expressions of joy and satisfa.

  Reag out her small, soft hands, Little Jixiang carefully ted and caressed the s, muttering to herself:

  "Wow, a total of 21 gold and 75 silver s."

  "So much money... How should we spend it?"

  Lig his lips, Tom thought of the delicious food at the inn and quickly said excitedly:

  "Let's go have a feast, buy a bunch of food, and finally try some white bread…"

  "Pfft, don't we eat white bread every day? Three meals at the camp, and three at Lucky's teen—we're never short."

  Jifan spped his forehead and exged a gh his sister, realizing they shouldn't be discussing this with such a fool.

  But soon, the two of them also found themselves puzzled, staring at the unpreted amount of s, feeling a bit lost.

  "What should we do with all this money?"

  "Simple, provide better bes for the soldiers and give them more opportuo spend their money!"

  Seeing Ralph's someuzzled expression, Matthew looked with i at the old instructor Arnold, who was gulping down drinks and food, and tinued speaking loudly:

  "Provide specialized training tailored to each soldier's profession!"

  At these words, Instructor Arnold immediately stopped what he was doing, turning around with excitement, asking in a deep voice:

  "Honorable lord, does your family have a master in specialized training?"

  Gng at the "Specialization Analysis," Matthew uatingly shifted the credit to the Ser Family:

  "Ihe Ser Family onvested heavily in masters of this field to traier soldiers and professionals. I was fortunate enough to acquire some of their notes and dots…"

  Arnold suddenly stood up, but then remembered something and scratched his head awkwardly.

  Despite his age, his as were more like an impatient young man than a 100-year-old elder.

  "Uh… my lord… I…"

  A faint smile crept onto Matthew's face as he looked at the massive Arnold, who was even strohan the barbarian warrior Beelzebub, and softly said:

  "Unfortunately, I'm not very ied in melee bat specialization…"

  Arnold's eyes immediately widened, and he quickly pounded his sturdy chest, hastily saying:

  "I'm ied! I'd gdly sign a new fidentiality agreement…"

  Done!

  FAL