Sorcery Monarch

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 convoy, Angela rode with striking grace, surrounded by a halo of light, exuding both captivating charisma and authority.

 

What left everyone stunned was the clay golems following closely behind Angela!

 

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

 

The small nicks and marks from blades and spears on the clay golems made them appear even more real.

 

The people felt the ground shaking beneath them, gazing at these legendary creations, their hearts filled with a mix of awe and pride.

 

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

 

Behind the clay golems were the tall barbarian soldiers, solemnly carrying eight coffins, each containing a fallen comrade from the battle.

 

Both regular soldiers and barbarian soldiers had made sacrifices.

 

The cooperation in this battle had dissolved the old grudges and tensions between them, and they now regarded each other as true comrades.

 

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

 

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

 

An unspoken emotion 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 protecting them, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of safety!

 

"Protect the territory, protect the homeland!"

 

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

 

It was as if he had returned to the glorious days of building the city, fighting and battling alongside his comrades!

 

"Protect the territory, protect the homeland!!"

 

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

 

They shouted again and again, marching step by step into Bay Village, 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 homeland!"

 

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 village, excitedly discussing the scene they had just witnessed.

 

"Even the lowest-ranking soldier received 5 gold coins, 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 land!"

 

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

 

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

 

"The lord is so rich and generous…"

 

"You're right! Under the lord's leadership, Bay Village might just become 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 glances sent his way, Tom grinned like a fool.

 

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

 

Patting his belly, he sighed in satisfaction as Little Jixiang excitedly looked at her silent brother, seemingly remembering something and asking with some concern:

 

"Brother? Did you encounter any danger?"

 

Many scenes flashed through his mind, but Jifan shook his head silently. Noticing 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 was spot on; he saved me twice…"

 

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

 

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

 

"We won today's battle under the 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 listened to her brother and Tom recounting the tale bit by bit.

 

Before long, the three returned home, and upon seeing the gleaming gold coins on the table, they all broke into expressions of joy and satisfaction.

 

Reaching out her small, soft hands, Little Jixiang carefully counted and caressed the coins, muttering to herself:

 

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

 

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

 

Licking 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 canteen—we're never short."

 

Jifan slapped his forehead and exchanged a glance with 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 unprecedented amount of coins, feeling a bit lost.

 

"What should we do with all this money?"

 

"Simple, provide better benefits for the soldiers and give them more opportunities to spend their money!"

 

Seeing Ralph's somewhat puzzled expression, Matthew looked with interest at the old instructor Arnold, who was gulping down drinks and food, and continued 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?"

 

Glancing at the "Specialization Analysis," Matthew unhesitatingly shifted the credit to the Ser Family:

 

"Indeed, the Ser Family once invested heavily in masters of this field to train better soldiers and professionals. I was fortunate enough to acquire some of their notes and documents…"

 

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

 

Despite his age, his actions 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 stronger than the barbarian warrior Beelzebub, and softly said:

 

"Unfortunately, I'm not very interested in melee combat specialization…"

 

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

 

"I'm interested! I'd gladly sign a new confidentiality agreement…"

 

Done!