I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 152 The Viscount's Aid

After attending Baron Talis's banquet, Knight Kumo rode his dragon horse back to his territory under the cover of night.

But his territory was far too far away.

Even though the dragon horse rushed all the way, it didn't arrive until noon the next day.

Upon returning to his own territory, Knight Kumo immediately ordered his soldiers to summon his steward.

The butler appeared before Knight Kumo shortly afterward.

"My lord."

The butler, sporting two large dark circles under his eyes, gave a simple bow.

This middle-aged man was loyal to his father, and now he is loyal to him as well.

Looking at the butler's dark circles, Knight Kumo spoke.

"Carborat. I need to gather the soldiers and prepare to go to war with Baron Talis. Gather all the unsold slaves as well. Load the proceeds from the slave trade onto the wagons and transport them to the Baron."

The allotted time for assembling is limited.

If they set off even a little later, the slaves wouldn't be able to sleep along the way.

Their combat effectiveness will definitely decrease significantly at that time.

"Yes."

The butler readily agreed, but he remained standing in place.

Knight Kumo realized he had something to say.

He asked, "What happened?"

"My lord, your vision is sufficient to see everything."

The butler organized his thoughts.

"Our partners came back yesterday. They left all the slaves behind and paid the penalty for breach of contract."

What does that mean?

Knight Kumo's eyes widened.

But he had already reached a conclusion in his mind.

The mercenaries returned the slaves!

They're even willing to pay the penalty for breach of contract!

The butler continued, "I inquired with them. They said the Molinar family is offering higher wages, and they're no longer concerned about the profits from slaves."

What does it mean to "not care about the slaves' profits"?

It was clearly something I could understand.

Knight Kumo felt that the familiar common language now seemed so foreign.

He knew the profits these mercenaries made from selling slaves.

After all, they get a cut after they sell the product.

Otherwise, he could simply hire a more sensible mercenary group to cooperate with!

But it is precisely because he knows this that Knight Kumo cannot understand it.

It's important to understand that even if half of the profits are handed over to him and Baron Talis, the mercenaries can still earn at least 7 to 8 large snow coins from each slave!

He still remembers the conversions he made as a child.

This is the price of 160 pounds of premium wheat bread!

He can eat here for several days now!

This only includes the cheapest male infants and elderly slaves.

Those mercenaries bought the most valuable women who were capable of bearing children!

Take one to the slave market in the city, and after splitting the profits, you can earn at least 30 large snow silver coins!

Anyone who is even slightly pretty, or intelligent, or who catches the eye of a magician who needs slaves...

That would start at least with one Papal gold coin.

Knight Kumo pondered for a moment, then looked up at the butler.

"My Cabral, did they tell you what they were going to do?"

The butler was clearly prepared for this problem.

"My lord, I've found out. The Molinar family is offering double the usual mercenary rate in silver coins, along with all the herbs and weapons they need. They also say this recruitment will last at least until spring."

The Kumo Knights finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"What exactly are they trying to do?"

The royal city of Molinear was at least twenty days' journey away from their remote place!

This is calculated based on the speed of an emergency march!

The butler also became slightly agitated.

"It is said that the cathedral's delay in sending troops has allowed most of the heretics to flee! The Molinear family is about to launch a campaign to eradicate heretics throughout the kingdom."

crazy.

They've all gone mad.

Judging from the current situation, this statement doesn't seem to be a lie.

Why would the cathedral allow heretics to escape?

At first, he thought it was a heretic group that had been defeated and scattered.

But it's much more serious now.

For the first time since becoming a knight, Knight Kumo felt dizzy.

I've never felt this way even after going three days without sleep.

He doesn't understand.

All he knew was that he had something to do right now.

"I understand. Go load the breach of contract fees onto the carts and prepare weapons for the slaves. I'm taking all the slaves to the Baron."

"Yes, my lord."

……

"Where is my uncle? Why are you all so busy?"

The territory of the Knights of Matica is not far from the Viscountate of Aivasen; it is just across a river from the south of the Baronate of Talis.

However, he still needed to settle the soldiers, so he didn't arrive at Viscount Evasen until noon.

Although it is still called a town, it is clearly better equipped than Baron Talis's town.

The walls around the town are all made of stone.

As soon as the Knight of Matica entered the town, he saw a group of soldiers and several young men carrying parchment busily working around a pile of supplies in the center of the open space.

He randomly approached a young man with a parchment and asked him.

The young man recognized him too.

"Sir Matica."

The young man held the parchment and gave him a simple bow.

"I'm checking the newly collected taxes."

"Little Martina? I don't recall the Viscount summoning you?"

A neatly dressed middle-aged man walked over, his hat adorned with a striking long red feather.

The Matica knight immediately recognized the man.

"Uncle, it's been a long time. I've come to see my uncle."

He couldn't remember the man's name at all.

I only vaguely know that he and my uncle are brothers, and he is in charge of the territory's tax.

"have not seen you for a long time."

The tax official nodded, the red feather on his head swaying slightly.

He pointed in a direction.

"The Viscount is at the ranch right now. I still need to tally the taxes and the newly recruited peasant soldiers, so I won't be taking you there."

"it is good."

Martina lightly spurred his dragon horse and galloped towards the pasture of his memory.

Why are taxes being levied and soldiers being conscripted at this time?

Logically speaking, we should be fattening up livestock now to prepare for the cold winter.

He soon arrived at the ranch next to Viscount Evasen's house.

Hundreds of healthy horses were tethered to the fence at the edge of the pasture, and further away there seemed to be more donkeys and packhorses.

The Knight of Matica saw Viscount Evasen stroking a healthy horse and pulled on the reins to slow the horse down.

He dismounted, tied the dragon horse to a gap, and walked to Viscount Aivarsen's side to pay his respects.

"Uncle, it's been a long time."

"It's been so long, my child."

Viscount Evasen nodded with a smile.

He has already reached middle age.

If all goes well, his eldest son will return from his studies at the feudal lord's house in two years and inherit the family title.

He can then serve the king with peace of mind and enjoy the rest of his life in the prosperous royal city.

During the years his eldest son was away studying, he raised his nephew, the Knight of Matica, as his own child.

Therefore, the uncle and nephew were very close.

The Knight of Matica straightened up and looked at the servants coming and going on his left and right.

He spoke in aristocratic language: "Uncle, a lot has happened recently..."

He quickly finished recounting Baron Taliss's banquet for the surrounding nobles and his own speculations.

Viscount Evasen listened, nodding occasionally.

In the end, his expression became very serious.

"Be careful of the Talis and Stern families. Come with me to the main house. Although I can't get soldiers to help you, I can offer some assistance."