Crusader Kings: Prisoners of War

Thinking of these questions, cold sweat instantly broke out on King Agita's forehead. He looked at the young man with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Not bad! You did a good job! Very good, Commander Tia wants 100,000 dinars, right?" He was a little incoherent.

"That's right."

"Okay! Give the commander 200,000 dinars. This is my gratitude to Herod Agrippa II for her bravery. In addition, the purchase of the spoils of the 12th Legion is also handed over to you. You are responsible for estimating the price and finally hand it over to me. I will take it all!" He gasped heavily, not because he felt sorry for the money, but because he felt dizzy when he thought of the overthrown Herod royal family.

Agrippa II would feel sorry for spending this money on buying things. If it comes to the topic of the survival of the royal family, even if there is only a slight possibility, he will spend money without blinking an eye. It's not a big number that tens of millions of dinars can't afford. His treasury can afford hundreds of thousands of dinars.

Berenice, who was not sensitive to politics and had not understood it yet, looked at the two people blankly. She didn't know what riddle they were talking about. She just felt that her brother was particularly generous today.

"Don't worry, no one will have a problem with money. I will get things done."

"I will discuss this matter with Vespasian later. In short, you are very good and a good person who considers the country. For a loyal person like you, there should be some rewards. Just tell me what you want."

"I just want a knowledgeable teacher of classics. I hope you can meet my wishes." Orville made an unexpected request.

Aquita II agreed generously: "That's easy. I'll provide you with three people who will take turns to serve you."

When Orville left the hall, Aquita II turned around and sighed to his sister: "This is a good man. It's rare to see such a loyal young man"

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"Brothers! Men! Good news, the king of the Parfi people wants to buy the spoils in your hands at a high price, 20% higher than the current market price. This is a deal between Commander Tiya and the king. She has sold all the spoils in her hands for silver. The king and I knew each other in the Holy City before. If you need it, I can also help you sell it! The price will definitely not be unfair to you brothers. It's easy and cost-effective to find me!"

Orville shouted back and forth at the gate of the camp like a profiteer. Fortunately, he was on leave today and he was considered one of his own, otherwise he would have been beaten up.

This business is a highly profitable business. It is said that Crassus, one of the three giants and the richest man in Rome, became rich by buying the property of the confiscated Senate members at a low price and then selling it at a high price.

What Orville is doing now is essentially the same as him. There are many potential competitors. If there is a real competition, he will probably not be able to grab it, but those people are definitely not as fast as him.

On the first day after the battle, he shouted at the gate of the military camp and met with local nobles to pay on the spot, and the price was quite cost-effective.

Now his competitors are either wandering on the sea or wandering in port cities like Caesarea. No one is faster than him. He lives here and has planned it in advance.

Even if the locals can get out of the shadow of war and smell business opportunities, they have to wait until these soldiers start selling their share of the spoils in the city. Orville has done the job before they react and start raising money.

The soldiers of the 12th Legion did not like the Parfi people, but they would not go against money. After hearing that Orwell provided a one-stop service, most of them did not mind him calling them brothers without permission.

Only some people were willing to spend time wandering around the city to sell things. Besides, the price offered by Orwell was not low, which was almost the same as selling like this. In addition, with the popularity of Tiya, word spread, and most soldiers asked Orwell to deal with the spoils.

Architas II was quite concerned about these things, and sent several experienced businessmen to help him estimate the price, and things went smoothly.

Because of this, when Tiya returned to Philippi from Caesarea a few days later, she saw the piles of silver in her tent and her expression was obviously confused.

She was a little unconvinced: "Two hundred thousand dinars, is this what you earned from selling spoils?"

"In fact, it's not entirely true. King Aquita II also hopes to have priority in purchasing the spoils of the 12th Legion and you personally in the future, so he spent a little more money. The spoils alone are worth 100,000 dinars."

This price was enough to surprise Tiya. In fact, she was not an experienced general. After all, she was not very old, but she still had a basic understanding of the prices. That pile of things was not worth 100,000 dinars.

"How did you persuade Aquita II to buy so many things? I heard that you basically handled the spoils of his soldiers."

"I told the king that a kingdom is worth more than hundreds of thousands of dinars, so he was willing to pay. This has something to do with cultural ideas, and it's more difficult to explain."

Tiya didn't ask more questions after hearing this. He knew that there was a cultural gap between the two countries, and there were always some parts that they couldn't understand each other.

"By the way, I have also prepared a few Parfi law tutors. You are well aware that this nation mixes the law and the scriptures together, so the scripture scholars are also very good law scholars. If you need to learn some knowledge this winter, they can be used."

He knew that Tiya was learning the laws of the locals, so he wanted those scholars. This was also a way to show goodwill to the royal family. Asking for this was to imply that he was not plotting against the royal family's wealth, which could give the other party some impression points.

Seeing Orville so thoughtful, Tiya was surprised and satisfied: "You did a good job, beyond my expectation. Now maybe if my father asks me for you, I will be a little reluctant. As a reward for you, let me show you this."

She handed a letter to Orville, and seemed to think of something very interesting. Tiya squinted her eyes slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, and revealed a charming brilliance between the subtle smile lines.

Orville took the letter, opened it and read it carefully, and then the more he read, the more he felt something was wrong, and he laughed at the end.

The letter was a situation report sent by a noble in the Holy City, introducing the recent trends and news in the Holy City.

It said that the radical Zealots and the moderate Priests were now in opposition to each other in the Holy City, and the atmosphere was a little wrong. This was something I knew long ago, mainly because it also wrote about Orville.

After the siege in which Orville was defeated, he hid in a cave for a long time before being caught, so the information about him was very confusing, and most people thought he was dead.

Under this situation, a Zealot leader named Elijah Ben Simon began to mourn for Orville. Not only did he mourn himself, but he also led the whole city to mourn together. The crying was so earth-shaking that it seemed that if you did not mourn for this rebel leader, you would be a traitor to the country. Many people, especially Zealots, followed Simon's lead and asked professional mourners to help mourn at home.

The reason was that among the rebel leaders sent out, others either surrendered or fled, and he was the only one with status and died, which made Orville the typical representative and was mourned deeply.

The reason why Tiya laughed was that Orville was mourned when he was alive, but was regarded as a war spirit totem when he surrendered, and the reason why Orville laughed was that his property was basically swallowed up by Simon. The former might be gloating, and the latter must be laughing in anger.