Heroes of Silver Moon

In the coalition army camp with bright bonfires, the soldiers are gathering to drink and revel, celebrating the aftermath of the war. More than half of the 20,000 coalition troops were killed in battle. The southern border, no, the entire Silver Moon Kingdom has not seen such a tragedy for many years.

Ale, barbecue, bread, pancakes, although the things are simple, they are enough for this group of soldiers to enjoy. After all, this newly opened land is still just a wasteland, and it is not easy to transport supplies here.

What's more, the southern border itself is relatively poor. When they celebrated their victory in the past, the lords arranged for them mostly these things.

Meat to eat and wine to drink is enough for this group of soldiers who eat black bread all day long.

In the main camp, Simon was also celebrating with a group of lords, but the specifications of the banquet were much better. Nobles are always distinguished from commoners. He will not be stupid and ruin the world when his wings are not full. rules.

"Oh, the victory of this battle is entirely dependent on Lord Simon, Lord Valery, you really gave birth to a good son!" This is a shrewd lord, complimenting Simon and his son.

After this battle, and after so many days of getting along with each other, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Simon's rise is completely unstoppable, so it's better to take the opportunity to establish a good relationship first.

"Lord Eaton, you're joking." Valery was also drinking happily, raised his glass and drank it down, and said with a straight tongue: "This brat is still far behind!"

"Hey, Lord Valery, what are you talking about? Let's not talk about the strength of Lord Simon, just say that it took less than two years to build such a majestic city wall, which is completely worthy of the title , I think I might as well call him Builder Simon!" Another tactful lord complimented.

An honorary title is a nickname for someone who is outstanding in a certain field, or has some kind of legendary deeds. Known by insiders as the Old Hound.

With the speed at which Simon built the city wall, he could fully deserve this nickname.

"Builder, good name, let us respect the builder Simon!" A lord boasted and raised his glass.

"To the builder, Simon!" All the lords who had their own thoughts raised their glasses and complimented each other.

Walley sat expressionlessly in the main seat, propped his forehead with his hands, and covered his face, as if he was too strong to drink.

But in fact, his eyes were sharp, and he looked thoughtfully at the lords who kept praising Simon.

Kill! It is a common method used by nobles. No one wants to see a giant family suddenly appearing around the territory.

Because in this desolate and remote area, powerful territories usually absorb people and supplies continuously. These things will not be created out of thin air, they are all lost from other territories!

Moreover, being strong and powerful usually means domineering. How could these pampered and noble nobles be willing to be overwhelmed out of thin air.

Even the Hawke family, as the leader, can only command and integrate, not order them.

Therefore, as soon as the foreign aggression was eliminated, the small thoughts of these lords began to move.

Amid the chanting of all the lords, Simon just smiled and said nothing. He also raised his glass and drank the grape juice in it. He hates drinking, because the wine is bitter and astringent, which is not sour or sweet. The juice is delicious.

As for the small thoughts of these lords, of course he also saw it, but he didn't care at all.

To kill someone is to lift someone up to a high place, and then yank off the high platform to make him fall to death. For the nobles, this kind of move has been tried and tested.

However, they forgot one thing. For ants, the lofty platform is just a step to a higher level for human beings.

If you want the territory to flourish and the people to migrate continuously to open up wasteland, the prestige of the lord must also be sufficient!

Now Simon's plan is to spread prestige to the entire southern border, and even the entire Silvermoon Kingdom, through the adulation of these lords. This lord group located in the middle of the Gru Mountain Range is too small for him!

"For all the soldiers who died this time, in addition to the pensions of the lords, I will personally issue two gold coins as compensation, and for all the soldiers who are disabled due to the battle, each will be given one gold coin as compensation!"

Taking advantage of this wave of prestige, Simon threw another thunder, and all the lords were stunned.

Although nominally, they came to support Simon, but in fact, they just didn't want the flames of war to burn on the territories of their families.

According to the past practice, in joint operations, all the soldiers who died in battle will be paid by the subordinate lords, and the supported lords do not need to pay a penny.

But today, this practice was broken by Simon, and he was so generous when he made a move.

That's right, generous, one or two gold coins, although it is only enough for ordinary civilian families to spend half a year, but in this world, this is already a very high pension, not to mention that it is still after the lords issue pensions. Additional benefits.

You should know that for soldiers who died in battle, the standards for these lords to issue pensions are:

The regular army, that is, the soldiers of the standing army, exempted the family from taxes for five years ~www.readwn.com~ and issued three gold coins as a pension.

The armed militia only exempts families from taxes for five years, and does not distribute property as compensation.

In addition, these families who lost their husbands, children, and fathers will have no other compensation, which is very chilling, but Simon has no ability to change this situation, and can only help them a little as much as possible.

And, there is another purpose, which is just mentioned, to improve the reputation!

Is there anything more worthy of those people's defection than a very generous lord?

"Oh, Lord Simon, your generosity is impressive!" After the lords eased over the initial shock, they smiled with unnatural expressions.

They didn't expect Simon to do this, and they didn't know if he was stupid or had other meanings?

"Bastard, don't you have eyes? Pop!" When the main tent banquet was full of interest, Siegel's angry roar reached Simon's eardrums, followed by a whip, which made him suddenly frowned.

"My lords, enjoy it slowly first, I'll go outside to deal with the situation." Simon got up and said slowly.

"Hey, Lord Simon, it's just some trivial matters of the people below. You don't need to care about it. It's rare to have a glorious victory today that can be sung by bards. Let's sit down and enjoy the banquet!"

These lords naturally heard the movement outside, but in their view, it was nothing at all.

Drinking is necessary at a banquet, and there will be conflicts and fights when drinking, which is completely commonplace in their eyes, and it is not worth wasting energy at all.

"Heh." The sound of whipping outside the tent kept ringing, Simon shook his head with a chilling smile, and said, "I'd better go out and have a look!"