The search for Shadralo came to an end on the fifth day of the city's destruction, and the horn to assemble the troops was sounded twelve times.
"Carlos, how to determine the share of the spoils handed over by the soldiers." General Odrun asked at the meeting of all nobles.
"My personal opinion is 50-50. After all, the garrison personnel and the dead also need subsidies." Carlos and the surrounding little nobles discussed a few words symbolically and gave their opinions.
"Well, it's a very good suggestion. I agree. Let's have a vote." General Odrun nodded.
Passed by vote.
"Well, what do the dwarf brothers say? Is it really okay if we leave them to have a meeting?" Biglas questioned.
"Just ask symbolically afterwards. Didn't we already agree to use the Terminator Fortress to pay off the debt?" Glenn recently fell in love with a tonic called Bilian, and his face glowed red after taking it.
The Storm Gryphons were mobilized twice for battle, as well as the various war preparation materials provided by Eagle's Nest Mountain. In fact, humans owed a large debt to the dwarves, so Carlos's plan to use the fortress to pay off the debt had already received the support of all the nobles. Agreeing, the envoy has gone to Eagle's Nest Mountain to negotiate with High Lord Metz.
"Then how do you implement the exchange of troll heads for bounty mentioned before? There are still many troll heads in the hands of soldiers. If you don't want to take them back, your subordinates will have a bunch of heads on their waists dangling in front of you at any time. Take them away. Come up here, those soldiers who were surrendered for free will not cause a stir." Someone raised a very real question.
"This is easy to handle. You go down and tell your subordinates when the statistics of the results will be completed and when the money will be paid. You must be able to deflect the conflict and let the soldiers make trouble on their own." General Odlon seemed to be in a good mood and didn't mind telling him. Others teach their own way of leading troops.
"Then what should I tell the soldiers if the collection is completed?" Someone continued to ask, and was looked at with disdain by others.
"We're going to retreat soon. If you have any problems, go complain to the king!" Glen couldn't stand it anymore and reprimanded him.
"Well, hum, if there's nothing else, I'll say a few more words." Carlos stood up after seeing the scene quieten down.
"The soldiers fought bloody battles, and we can't treat them badly (don't even think about taking money from Qiu Ba). In the revenge operation of destroying temples and mausoleums, we seized a batch of ancient troll cultural relics (yellow and white ones) Colorful. This batch of cultural relics is not worth much, but it is of great collection value. Should we discuss the auction (spoils sharing meeting." Carlos said seriously.
"It's not okay, this is..." Biglas's words were buried in the sea of cheers.
"Please be quiet, please be quiet, and pay attention to your image, gentlemen." General Odrun stood up to maintain order.
"According to convention (previous private agreement), the best must be dedicated to our great King Aiden, so I think the three statues in the temple are quite good." Carlos continued.
But no one answered. We divide the gold and the silver and give the king three big stones? Everyone knows that the eldest son of the Barov family has already opposed the king in terms of stance, so this is going too far.
"Well, hum, we'll talk about this later, let's talk about the rules of the auction." General Odlon froze when he saw the situation, and hurriedly smoothed things over.
"The Kingdom of Alterac paid a huge price to support us in this war. Of course, the meager wealth obtained in Shadralo will replenish the empty treasury. After the excavation of the underground tomb is completed, we will still How about 50-50?" Carlos smiled very kindly.
The audience cheered and the meeting ended successfully.
A group of people with different agendas left the venue satisfied.
"My little friend, if we divide it as you proposed, the Barov family will suffer a lot. That guy Aiden is no longer providing food. Your father is supporting the coalition's current food supply." Biglas found him. Carlos, just a friendly reminder.
"Men of the Barov family must repay kindness and revenge. How could they mistreat friends who are willing to be friends with Barov?" Carlos said righteously.
"Sometimes, reputation is not more important than a piece of bread." Biglas' kind advice.
"Uncle, I appreciate your kindness, but it's not worth the gain to be fussy at this time." Carlos replied.
"I hope so." Biglas patted Carlos on the shoulder.
Returning to his tent, Carlos removed the professional smile on his face.
"Uncle Fang Bian, how is the plan going?"
"It went very smoothly. All the large vessels and other items were transported away, but the jewelry and rare metals were all hidden. It wouldn't take long for your thieves to transport them out quietly. Dwarves are not good birds either. After finishing the work, Metz agreed to compensate us privately, and we will leave to the dwarves whatever we can’t transport away." Fang Bian replied.
"Well done, cut the big head in half, and divide the rest into half. Uncle Brick, I will never forget your share." Carlos couldn't help laughing.
"Nobles are really dirty." Fang Bian sadly realized that he no longer felt disgusted with doing such dirty work.
In the dead of night, Brother Bald sneaked into Carlos' camp.
"Young Master, it's been arranged." The recovered bald brother took Carlos's place and lay down on the bed. Carlos changed into Todd's clothes, put on a wig and left the tent to pretend to wake up for the night.
After several transformations and disguises, Carlos arrived at a stone hut built by trolls, accompanied by secretly arranged escorts. Instructing his men to arrange the positions of watchmen and guards, Carlos walked into the hut alone.
"Mr. Oka, you actually dare to sneak into Shadraluo secretly. I also admire your courage."
"Sir Carlos, it's rude of me that I didn't know your name for so long."
"If you don't have something to say that satisfies me, you may not be able to leave here completely."
"My words will surely satisfy you."
"for example?"
"Such as a redemption fee paid to you personally."
"oh?"
"The trolls are willing to ransom Shadralo from you if you stop their destruction of cities and farmland."
"That's not cheap."
"How about two hundred bags of this gold dust."
Oka handed Carlos a bag sewn from animal skin.
"Four hundred of these bags."
Carlos checked the weight, and the lion opened his mouth.
In the quiet night, only the cries of cicadas were left.
"Can."
After Carlos counted eighty-nine heartbeats, Oka gave the answer.
Shameless dealings and transactions, calculations and calculations between alliances, this war in the name of revenge ended at a time when revenge had nothing to do with it.
That night, no one except the participants found Carlos leaving his tent.
Within the next five days, the coalition forces completed the division of the spoils and preparations for retreat.
If nothing unexpected happens, the soldiers can return to their warm homes before the New Year.
The night in the Hinterlands begins to frost.
