Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

On the tenth day, Farid, the commander of the army, sat in the house, and a bunch of officers had red eyes like him.

Many people had lost weight visibly, and it was obvious that they had not been at ease in the past ten days.

Eighteen boxes in the house were opened, and the shining silver coins were piled up, and even fell to the ground.

No one had slept well in the past few days, and they simply ate and lived in this room in the last few days.

Farid was even more tormented, and his original firm confidence was broken bit by bit.

"Sir, Dean Massimo is here again."

His officers personally acted as lookouts, and everyone, including Farid, was shocked.

If nothing unexpected happened, the twentieth box also came.

A full two million silver coins filled half of the house.

This wealth was enough to move the king.

Farid looked tangled, and his officers looked at him eagerly.

He knew what his officers meant. Although they were all officers appointed by the king, he dared not guess what they were thinking now.

He even suspected that if he refused again later, someone would not be able to help but hack him to death.

"Alas! Duke Leopold... is too rich."

This kind of person, with a knife in one hand and silver coins in the other, is too powerful?

Farid tried his best to find excuses for himself. With a huge amount of wealth in front of him, he couldn't help but take it from his officers.

If he blocked everyone's way to get rich, he would be hacked to death.

Moreover... King Arthur was perverse and killed his father and relatives. He was really despicable and shameless.

He was the commander of the legion appointed by His Majesty King Louis II. He had been completely enduring humiliation and waiting to avenge His Majesty.

Thinking of this, Farid's eyes were red, and he suddenly drew his sword and chopped it on the box.

"Now that things have come to this, I will not hide it from you. I have long been dissatisfied with the fake king Arthur.

The previous king promoted me from a humble background, but the fake king Arthur killed his father and established himself. I have endured humiliation for the past two years, waiting for a hero like Duke Leopold to resist the fake king.

Now the time has come, I am ready to surrender to His Excellency the Duke. Who of you objects?"

Farid was so righteous that those who didn't know would think he was really enduring humiliation.

But if you want to surrender, what were you doing two years ago?

Of course, this is a matter of course, but for the sake of the silver coins, I will believe it.

The officers all agreed excitedly: "The commander of the legion is right. The fake king is unjust. We support His Excellency Duke Leopold to fight against the fake king."

This is an extremely just cause, and it is definitely not for money.

Dean Massimo smiled. Sure enough, the silver coin offensive was very powerful.

But the wealth of His Excellency Leopold still shocked him.

This time, he truly experienced the strength of Duke Leopold.

With money and people, who can fight this guy?

"Everyone, please arrange for your family to leave the capital as soon as possible, otherwise King Arthur will be so crazy that he will definitely do something unbearable." Dean Massimo reminded.

As for the army's defection, it is not particularly urgent.

Blinded by the silver coins, I really forgot that my family is in the capital.

This is King Arthur's means of restraint, but it is not so strict.

Farid has performed very well in the past two years, otherwise King Arthur would not tolerate him staying in this position.

Farid immediately expressed his gratitude, and then discussed with his family's subordinates in the capital how to bring him back.

As for the more detailed division of the spoils, Dean Massimo was not interested in participating.

This time, it is definitely not just Farid who was knocked down by the silver coins.

The first person to be knocked down was Dean Massimo himself.

It is true that Melgen Abbey is a support force for Derek, but it is unclear how much it is voluntary.

The Abbey Knights are loyal and powerful, but they are completely inferior to priests like Dean Massimo in terms of interpersonal relationships.

In the spirit of making the best use of people, Derek did not give up on him just because of his tact.

Considering the complicated network of relationships in the monastery, he directly gave two million silver coins to the monastery. The two deans, who were a little reluctant at first, wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him.

Originally they felt forced, but this time they were very proactive.

Taking money to do things, the two men split into two groups, carrying the silver coins supported by the Duke, and began to wander around and persuade officers one by one.

With the relationship in place and the silver coins paving the way, there were some results.

As for whether someone would take the money but not do the work, really think Leopold's sword is not sharp?

King Arthur may not be able to kill them, but Duke Leopold can definitely.

As for where the money came from.

Far away in the new world of Canard, Captain Lawrence set foot on land again.

They had just passed the estuary and went upstream to the land deep inland.

At a bend in the river, the simple port was accelerating its expansion.

A large number of black slaves were working hard, and the supervisors were waving whips and snapping them.

Anyone who was lazy would be whipped.

Of course, compared with those extremely exploitative slave owners, the supervisors here were still kind.

At least they could give them something to eat, and they would not be forced to work if they were sick. At most, they would be left there to fend for themselves.

These were all valuable means of production, and dangerous mining and smelting required them to be active on the front line.

Lawrence turned a blind eye to these, even the stench of the black slaves, he was used to it.

Beyond the port, there was a huge mining base behind, and more black slaves were still working.

The soldiers with a long sword on one side and a revolver on the other side acted as guards in an inappropriate way.

Watchtowers were scattered throughout the base, and even a few loyal dogs were kept to guard against the riot of means of production.

Lawrence was invited to the wooden house, where animal skins were hung on the walls, and gold and silver were used as decorations everywhere.

It was rustic and luxurious, and he was extremely jealous.

However, he knew in his heart that the Duke had countless spies, and it was okay to be greedy, but they had to be absolutely loyal.

Those who were not loyal had been transferred long ago.

Especially on the new route, they were directly executed.

Although it was not clear how the Duke distinguished loyalty, after his observation, none of the guys who were dealt with were wronged.

Fortunately, he was loyal to the Duke, so he didn't have to worry about this.

Sitting on the chair, Lawrence picked up the teapot and drank it in one breath.

They were all old comrades, so there was no need to be polite.

And after staying in this barbarian land for a long time, he almost forgot the etiquette.

"Damn, Canard is good in every way except that it's too hot. I've lost several layers of skin from the sun." Lawrence complained a few words casually, and then brought up the business: "How is the silver mine recently?"

The mine manager, Brack, was also a northern knight. This time he was sent to the New World and was trusted by the Duke.

But this job is not easy to do. He looked much darker and complained: "It's too difficult. These black slaves are lazy and stupid. Can you bring some slaves from your hometown to me?

And there have been several riots recently, and hundreds of black slaves have been lost. All the black slaves nearby have been captured. I need a batch of war horses to capture black slaves in more distant places."