Heroes of Silver Moon

"How is Olenna doing?"

In the king's study, Simon looked concerned. Siegel's death had become a fact, and he had to take good care of Siegel's wife and children.

"I have woken up, but my spirit is still depressed." As the king's clerk, Mike replied immediately.

"Well, recently, let the queen and others accompany her more, and arrange a few more maids. In addition, are the prices in the kingdom normal recently?" Simon seemed a little depressed. It caused quite a blow.

"Prices have risen slightly, but overall it's normal." Mike, who had been prepared for a long time, handed a list to Simon.

Unlike other kings, Simon always pays attention to the movements of the people. Whenever a merchant or nobleman tries to manipulate prices or popular sentiment, he will be suppressed immediately.

After the previous rounds of harvesting, those nobles and businessmen have become self-aware, or in other words, those who have no self-awareness are now either bankrupt or GG.

Now the merchants and nobles of the Silver Moon Kingdom no longer dare to manipulate prices casually.

After reading the list, Simon nodded.

In a state of war, it is inevitable that prices will rise, especially in terms of daily necessities, as long as there are no merchants or nobles to manipulate prices behind the scenes.

If there are no problems with the necessities of life, the people will not be easily aroused to dissatisfaction, and the entire kingdom will not be in chaos.

"Harris, the pension work must be arranged properly, and there must be no mistakes!" After asking about the price of the kingdom, Simon looked at Harris with a serious face.

Under the enfeoffment system, the concept of the unity of the family and the country was quite weak, and the soldiers only recognized money, not the righteousness of the family and the country.

This is because the nobles will always benefit the most from defeating the enemy, and whether they lose or win, it will always be the low-level soldiers and their families who suffer.

If all the young and strong in the family were killed in battle, the remaining old, weak, women and children would lose their support for survival. When the family's savings were exhausted, they could only sell their land or their bodies.

And the people they sell their land and bodies are the nobles who let soldiers kill them.

Under this premise, the soldiers are not easy to fool around. All ideas and righteousness are **** and have no real benefits. Why should they let others work for you?

Although Simon's views are different from those of other nobles, the soldiers have no contact with the king, and they don't know whether the king is worth their lives or not.

Moreover, relying solely on the power of one person, it is difficult to reverse everyone's ideas in a short period of time.

Therefore, it is more reliable to speak with money.

The discipline and combat effectiveness of the new regiment are completely maintained by high salaries and benefits. If there is a problem with the pension, the soldiers may not be desperate when they fight next time.

"I will personally supervise this and ensure that the pension will go where it should go." Harris nodded with a stern face. He knew the seriousness of this matter and naturally did not dare to be sloppy.

"Okay, let's all back down, I want to be quiet." Simon waved his hand weakly, he needed to ease the pain in his heart.

Mike and Harris saluted and left. Before leaving, Harris turned around and asked, "Siegel, is there really no way to resurrect?"

Simon was silent for a moment, and turned his head to the side. He knew that as long as he went to ask the Moonlight Goddess in a dead-faced manner, it was not impossible for him to have such a chance.

However, the Moonlight Goddess has already expressed her attitude very euphemistically, and he doesn't want to be so ignorant...

"King..."

Seeing that Simon didn't answer, Harris sighed. Since becoming king, Simon has changed something, if it was before...

Shaking his head, Harris left this study, the king's study.

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"Captain Mikil, the commander of the 7th company of the 112th regiment, well trained and brave in combat, is hereby promoted to major and appointed as the acting battalion commander of the 1st battalion of the 112th regiment."

"Corporal Bram, squad leader of the Seventh Company of the 112th Regiment, who fought bravely, is hereby exceptionally promoted to Second Lieutenant, serving as the platoon leader of the Seventh Company of the 112th Regiment."

"Salute!" Following the shout of the head of the regiment, the awardee and the recipient saluted each other, and the officers and soldiers who participated in the award ceremony also applauded and showed envious eyes at the same time.

This time, the first army suffered heavy casualties, and those who survived were basically promoted. On the other hand, the second and third armies had a pitifully small number of promotions.

But envy is envy, if they are really allowed to fight to the death on the battlefield, then they may not be willing, no matter how good the future is, they have to live to enjoy it!

After walking through the entire process, Bram, who was full at the celebration banquet, followed Mikkel and walked in the camp.

"Bram, this time you have been promoted to an officer, and you have officially entered the kingdom's decent class. Do you have any plans for the future?" Walking on the road, Mikkel asked seemingly casually.

Bram, who was born in a poor family, didn't realize the deep meaning of the marquis, and replied with a smile: "I liked a girl before, but because I was born in a poor family, I never dared to propose marriage. After I finish my work, I want to ask for leave Go home and marry someone."

With a smile on his face, Mikil nodded gently: "Well, yes, at your age, it is indeed time to get married, but do you have enough money in your hand to get married?"

Bram scratched his head: "I have also saved more than a hundred silver coins in the past few years, should it be enough?"

Mikil chuckled and shook his head: "This amount of money is definitely enough to get married, but what about after getting married?"

"I remember that you were born in a poor family. It's rare for your wife to live with your family? Do you want to buy a house? Besides, you are an officer now, so the house you live in can't be too bad. You can't bear to look at your wife Living in a rotten wooden house?"

"There are also daily living expenses. As an officer's wife, if she wants to maintain her dignity, she must spend at least two or three silver coins per month. This is not a small amount of money."

"If you have a baby, it will even increase several times in daily life. This is where money will be spent."

The series of questions Mikkel asked made Bram scratch his head in embarrassment.

He really didn't think about it that much, just getting married, does it cost so much money? Fortunately, he used to think that more than a hundred silver coins was quite a lot.

From the point of view of the poor, so many silver coins are indeed quite a lot.

However, military officers are already considered well-to-do. If they want to ensure a quality of life corresponding to their status, they must invest more in daily expenses.

Not to mention the major life event of marriage, which has always been expensive.

When Bram was a little overwhelmed, Mikil smiled and took out a bag of gold coins, and forced it into his hand: "Well, I still have a lot of money on hand, how about you use it first? "

Bram suddenly panicked: "How can this be embarrassing, no, no."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with it. I'm the marquis of a dignified kingdom. It's rare that I'm short of this little money. You take it and use it first, and then tell me if it's not enough."

Mikil's arrogance overwhelmed Bram. Indeed, although he didn't know why a marquis wanted to join the army, it must be worth the money.

"Then I'll take it and use it first, and when I have some extra money in my hand, I will definitely return it to you!" Bram peeked into the wallet secretly, the brilliance of the gold coins almost made it difficult for him to breathe.

Such a bag of gold coins cost at least a hundred pieces, and it would take him at least twenty years to earn that much money.

"You're welcome."

Seeing Bram accepting his own money, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Mikil smiled even happier, and said as he walked: "Although the first army suffered heavy casualties this time, it is impossible to break up the three armies. At most, some veterans and backbones will be transferred from the other two armies, and recruits will be supplemented with the original family background of the first army as the core."

Bram nodded pretending to understand, although he didn't know what he was talking about, but he looked amazing.

"That is to say, the backbone of the first army now has a great chance to continue to be promoted."

"After the recruits are completed, I, a major, will probably be promoted to lieutenant colonel, and you, a second lieutenant, will also be promoted to lieutenant. According to the military rank system, a lieutenant can serve as an acting company commander."

Mikkel looked at Bram with a little deep meaning: "Qilian is my hard work, and it is also your hard work. I don't want it to fall into the hands of others."

Bram finally understood what the old company commander was saying this time, and said with some embarrassment: "But I am only from a poor background, and I was only a squad leader not long ago. , how can it not be my turn?"

"Hey, my friend, how can you say that, I'm the marquis of the kingdom, you don't have connections, how come I don't? Don't worry, listen to me, the commander of the Seventh Company is definitely you!"

Mikkil finally revealed his purpose. Bram was originally one of his subordinates, and he knew everything about it. This is a rare opportunity for him to cultivate his own faction.

As an aristocrat, Mikil knows the survival and development of the rich and powerful, and there is absolutely no way to survive in the new army by fighting alone.

"This... okay." Bram scratched his head, always feeling weird, but couldn't put it into words.

But who cares, this kind of pie hits the head directly, don't want it for nothing.