Warhammer Wizard

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"Mercenary group?"

Ren doesn't know much about the mercenary group, so he has some doubts, "Can their strength compete with the Mordu nobles?"

There are 7 nobles in Modu, each of which has cultivated private armaments, and even developed unique and extraordinary professional branches. Not only are they powerful, they are not comparable to the general mercenary group.

Even with such a strong mercenary group, the rewards are terribly high, and may be beyond their own limits.

"My lord, Moroccan has several large mercenary groups that are very strong. It will definitely be fine to let them guard the castle, maintain order and collect taxes in the territory."

Fabian saw Ren’s concern about remuneration, and continued: “There is a tax in the vault that has just been collected not long ago, and it has not had time to send it away. There is more than 30000 in total, enough to hire a large mercenary group for more than 3 months. ."

"It's so cheap." Ren was a little surprised.

In the ledger that Fabian just turned in, the taxation data collected by Glamorgan Earl in the past few years is summarized.

An average of nearly 2000000 million gold per year!

Of course, all this money is impossible into the lord’s pocket, and one has to be handed over to the duke to which he belongs, and the empire has to take a part. These two pens are the bulk, and the remaining is less than 2%.

This 40% is the real income of the lord, which is used to maintain the castle, hire servants, raise a large number of people, maintain daily expenses, and so on.

One of the biggest expenses is the formation of a private army.

The violent groups in this World are all composed of Transcender. Even the worst level Transcender, their salary is dozens or even 1000 times that of an ordinary person. In addition, they must provide their weapons and equipment, training venues, cultivation resources, mounts, allowances, daily consumption...

This is like a bottomless pit!

The previous directors of Glamorgan were not lords, and had no right or motivation to form a private army. If you can save, you can save. The castle guards are all recruited. They are semi-employed and not an army at all.

The general manager put all the taxes collected into the pockets of the Modu nobles.

Only a few nobles in Modu knew exactly how to allocate it.

Ren predicts that until he fully grasps the territory, he will have at least 500,000 gold in income every year. If 30000 gold can invite a large mercenary group, it is definitely a very cost-effective business to call for a few months.

As for the mercenary group's loyalty issue, whether it will be bought by others, he does not need to worry too much if he has the eyes of the soul secretly observe at any time.

Ren thought for a moment, nodded and said: "This plan is feasible."

Fabian was very happy, and his first proposal was accepted by the lord. He actively said: "My lord, I have some connections in this area. Please allow me to contact the outside world in the name of an adult. The result of the meeting."

For someone else, you might doubt Fabian's motives.

However, Ren could see that the Wind Spirit was not at all different, and he immediately agreed.

Fabian left in a hurry after obtaining approval.

Ren patrolled the castle, and asked him to move all the documents and accounts left by the former manager to the study, and he started reading at night.

As a lord, must know his territory well.

The permanent population, sphere of influence, land, buildings and owners, shops, companies, streets, taxation in previous years, etc. in the territory were all copied into his mobile phone while reading through it.

With the help of the personal library, reading efficiency was greatly improved. By late at night, Ren had a deeper understanding of his territory.

Moreover, he also created a data sheet in his phone, which seemed more intuitive.

The night faded, and the sky was unconsciously bright.

Ren put down the last piece of information. He didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was still full of energy.

Stepping out of the spacious and luxurious study, standing on the balcony, Ren took a deep breath and stretched his bones against the rising sun.

From the balcony, you can overlook most of the castle and the situation under the hills.

A few silver Knights stood like sculptures on various guard posts in the castle and on the city wall. They did not relax their vigilance all night.

This is the arrangement of Pansir and Mondba, which divides the limited manpower into 2 shifts and changes the guard in rotation.

"Twenty silver Knights are too few."

Ren shook the head, the clear water high fort is several times larger than the average castle, plus the hill and the city wall at the foot of the mountain, even 2 100 guards can't take care of both defense and patrol.

Such a big castle is like a sieve, it is too easy for the enemy to enter.

He hadn't slept last night, in fact, he was guarding against the enemy who was most likely to sneak in. Surprisingly, he passed the night smoothly.

Standing on a high place, his eyes swept over half of the castle, not at all to find the enemy's trail.

"Mado nobles are more cautious than I thought." Ren whispered.

Oxilia's voice rang from the side: "They are not fools. They will not send anyone to die in front of you until they know the details of your weapons."

A smile appeared on Ren's face, which was exactly the result he wanted.

In the battle of the Legendary powerhouse, the heavy machine gun is not at all terrifying, but under the Legendary, it is definitely an ultimate weapon. One shot can kill 100 times the number of enemies!

It is not easy to cultivate the armed forces of the various families of the Modu aristocracy and consume countless wealth. Of course, they do not want to be ruined at gunpoint.

Ren could foresee that the opponent would never dare to attack the castle on a large scale, or even step into the territory.

The corner of his eye swept across Oxilia.

The giant dragon mage had been following invisibly last night. When she was discussing with Fabian, she was in the study, and Fabian didn't notice her existence at all.

There have been many times when Oxilia wanted to ask aloud, but she resisted.

Now, she finally couldn't restrain her curiosity.

"Your Excellency, did you invent that soul gun?"

"Of course." Ren shrugged calmly, "You saw it with your own eyes, I made it in the mechanical workshop."

"I don't understand." Aoxilia frowned.

Rainbow Dragon's nature makes her have a strong thirst for unknown knowledge.

She thought about it all night and didn't understand the principle. There was no magic application, and there was no Soul Power fluctuation when shooting, but it had such terrifying formidable power.

That kind of intense gunfire has never been seen before.

Until now, it seemed to be reverberating in her ears, and the thought of it made her heart tremble.

If it hadn't been seen by Ren with her own eyes that it was a legendary weapon, she wouldn't doubt it.

"Its name is Rambo's Gun. This is my secret." Ren expression became serious. Of course, he would not kindly explain the principle of the machine gun to her.

"Rambo's Gun..." Aoshilia nodded, did not ask any more, but her face was still very tangled.

Ren returned to the study and started today's meditation. At the same time, he added all the spells used in the rune book.

At noon, Fabian returned to the castle and reported the results to Ren.

After lunch, Ren got in the car and drove out of the castle.

He did not travel with fanfare, but only brought Fabian and Aoshilia in secret, leaving Pansil to stay and guard the castle.

After a while, a huge building appeared in front of him.

"The Mallet Arena!"

Ren got down from the car and looked at the building in front of him. This is a Roman-style arena, all built of stones, the overall shape is oval. The stone pillars and arches are stacked, one storey higher than one storey, and the highest point is more than 30 metres , The imposing manner is magnificent and impressive.

People coming, people going on the street outside the arena, like a vegetable market, crowded with rows of stalls, selling various commodities, food and wine, people crowded together and talked, it was so lively.

Human Transcender can be seen everywhere, mixed with a large number of aliens.

Ren just randomly scanned, and he saw several elves, wood elves, wind elves, sea elves, and even 2 high elves.

Other races are also flooded around.

In addition to the common dwarf elves, there are also sturdy orcs. They come from different clans and have different tattoos on their bodies; tall and powerful Barbarians; trolls with a pair of fangs; like an Ox Head Man on a moving hill; short Dexterous halflings and dwarfs, etc.

Ren was dazzled, and there were some races he couldn't immediately recognize.

It feels like entering a zoo or a race exhibition.

He finally deeply realized that Ellenus is a complicated world, and there are countless intelligent races besides human beings.

In the arena, there were bursts of enthusiastic cheers, and the performance should be going on.

"My lord, please come with me." Fabian whispered.

"Well, you lead the way."

Ren followed Fabian, through the crowd, at the noble entrance on the side of the arena, and along a hidden passage, climbed to the top of the arena and entered a luxurious box.

The box is facing the infield, the entire wall is opened, and you can overlook the entire arena.

As soon as I walked in, there was a deafening sound.

"Sicarius!"

"Sicarius!"

"Sicarius..."

In the middle of the arena is a long strip of huge pit with ten meters deep, all around the seats in a circle, the back row is getting higher and higher, and it can accommodate 2 people. At this moment, most of the competition There were people sitting on the court and crowded.

People stood up and moved towards the court shouting loudly, hoarse.

In the eyes of souls, the souls of the audience appear red, each and everyone is in a very high mood.

Ren looked towards In the middle of the arena, a tall silhouette with his upper body was standing there.

He is more than 2m2 tall, obviously not human, his whole body is muscular, he has four sturdy limbs, carries a few steel javelins, holds a heavy sword, and has short black hair. The five officials are carved like Dali. , With sharp edges and deep eyes, stood there to accept people's cheers.

Under his feet, there were several corpses lying horizontally, and blood formed a pool of blood on the ground of the arena.

Ren only glanced at it, and couldn't help being curious: "Is this Sicarius Barbarians? Or half-giant?"