arrangement

The meeting continued. Locke had already discussed the general direction with Jersson in advance. Now, it was mainly Jersson assigning tasks to them while Locke added in from time to time. The meeting finally came to an end at night.

After the other jarls greeted him, Locke said goodbye to Jersson and left. As he walked through the camp, Locke thought about whether the arrangements for the battle were complete. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the entrance of the camp. Locke planned to spend the night at Suzanne's place.

"Greetings, sir!" Two soldiers on duty saluted Locke at the entrance. With Locke's current status, some of the rules in the camp had changed for him. Spending the night outside was now allowed.

When he arrived at the tavern, the curtains were already drawn. The tavern was already closed. But that wasn't a problem for Locke. "Bang, bang, bang..." Locke knocked on the door.

"Coming, coming." Suzanne's voice came from inside the tavern. After opening the door, Suzanne punched Locke in the chest with her finger. "Why are you so loud? What if someone hears you?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Locke didn't think much of it and handed his coat to Suzanne. After he was promoted to platoon jarl, the number of soldiers guarding the tavern had increased from two to three to nearly ten. The whole town now knew that Green Palm was now managed by a platoon jarl from Faustian.

"You're strong, you're amazing, alright?" Suzanne rolled her eyes and was speechless.

Looking at Suzanne's flirtatious expression, Locke couldn't help it anymore. He panted heavily and carried Suzanne in his arms.

"Hey, don't do this. Let me put my coat down first... No, no, no. Let's go to the bedroom..." Suzanne struggled, but it was useless under Locke's strength. Not to mention that Locke had practised impetus.

The two of them stumbled into the bedroom. After a long round of flirting, the tavern fell into silence. It was already late at night. Suzanne had fallen into a deep sleep after the frenzy, but Locke was still full of energy. When practising impetus, not only would the body be strengthened by impetus, but it would also improve one's spirit. So, a few hours of torment was nothing to Locke.

Locke felt the impetus in his body on the bed and fell into deep thought. He was mentally prepared that he couldn't plant the redsea flower node that Solon had given him, but he still felt a little disappointed. When Locke put the redsea flower beside him to practice, his impetus flowed a little faster. However, the branches were about to dry up. He didn't know if it would still be effective after it dried up, but he didn't dare to bet on it. He could only grind it into juice and drink it according to Solon's instructions.

Sure enough, it's only enough for three days. Compared to the rice grain-sized Battle Aura Whirlpool at the beginning, it was now the size of a mung bean, nearly double its original size. As expected of a treasure bestowed by Young Master Sauron. But that was as far as he could go. According to his current progress in impetus cultivation, it would take another year for his impetus vortex to grow to the size of a mung bean. It would take at least a decade for it to grow to the size of a low-rank Knecht's egg.

Humans could only live for less than a hundred years. Although Locke was only eighteen, he didn't want to live a muddle-headed life. Wyr was already a high-rank Knecht in his thirties, so Locke didn't think he was any worse than anyone else.

It seemed like he had to think of another way. Whether it was the Ministry of War's potions for impetus cultivation or the flesh and blood of monsters, they were all things that Locke could consider at the moment.

Looking at Suzanne sleeping peacefully, Locke's heart softened. He had met her husband two days ago. He was a wretched middle-aged man with a beard. After learning of Locke's position, he decisively said that he wouldn't pester Suzanne anymore and even compensated Locke with a sum of money. The troops were about to set off, and the rear needed to be stabilized. This guy was a local tyrant, so Locke didn't want to do anything overboard, so he let him go. However, Locke would take 70% of his shady business.

His business and filial piety didn't use silver thalers, but Shalorian silver coins. Shalorian silver coins had depreciated greatly, so there wasn't much profit to be made. The baron's caravan bought these silver coins at an exchange rate of about 3: 1. According to the guy's promise, he could give him ten silver coins a week, which was equivalent to three silver thalers, which was not bad.

Of course, Locke wouldn't let him go so easily. Nominally, he was his woman's husband, which made Locke very uncomfortable. He was going to find a chance to get rid of him in the future. Now was the time to let him make use of his remaining value.

Other platoon jarls looked down on these defeated Shalorians, but not Locke. Some Shalorians could live better after being defeated, which showed that they weren't simple people. Locke could be said to be the first platoon jarl in their battalion to accept filial piety from a Shalorian.

Early in the morning, Locke walked through the camp. The troops would set off tomorrow, and he had to settle some things as soon as possible today. When he arrived at the caravan's encampment, a caravan steward immediately came out before he could announce himself. "Hello, Jarl Locke. What can I do for you?" The slightly plump steward smiled from ear to ear. This steward was from the same family as the platoon jarl who had come looking for him. Locke had an impression of him; half of his current 20 silver thalers was from this person.

Locke came here mainly for Suzanne. It was impossible for him to leave her in Giza when the troops set off. Although Giza was the territory of their battalion, they would still leave some soldiers behind to guard the rear as long as they hadn't breached Farlans, Locke was still worried. This time, he came to place Suzanne in the caravan of the military camp.

As soon as the fat steward heard Locke's request, he immediately patted his chest and agreed. Locke wasn't the only one who had a woman. Other platoon jarls had more or less a few women after years of fighting in foreign countries. They couldn't take care of her during battles, so they would place their women in the transport team and let the logistics staff take care of them. Locke wasn't the first one to come to him for a request. The fat steward was very familiar with such matters.

"Is there anything else, Jarl Locke?" The fat steward was very attentive to Locke.

As the steward of the transport team, the fat steward's status was not inferior to Locke's. However, as a platoon jarl, Locke had power in his hands, and the power of more than a hundred soldiers under him was not to be underestimated.

Secondly, he was strong. Those who practiced impetus would more or less have a suppressive effect on ordinary people. Even someone as strong as Wyr usually tried his best to restrain his aura, but he still gave Locke and the others a lot of pressure.

Finally, Locke and the other platoon jarls could be said to be the parents of these caravan stewards. There was more than one steward in the caravan. The baron alone had three stewards under him. A large part of the caravan was formed by the big merchants in the territory, and the stewards under these big merchants accounted for a total of five of the stewards. In other words, the majority of the caravans in the military camp were made up of big merchants from the territory. This was also something Locke had only found out two days ago.

Could it be that the extra monthly salary provided by the baron was actually paid by these big merchants? Locke couldn't help but think.

"There's nothing else." Locke muttered, "I'll give you priority to take care of any spoils in the future." The baron had stipulated that the spoils of the caravan's private wandering and the spoils of the siege were to be handled by each platoon. This was to stimulate the soldiers' enthusiasm for battle. After all, the soldiers were fighting with their lives on the line. Without enough benefits, even the nobles wouldn't let them risk their lives. As a platoon jarl, Locke obviously had the right to decide how to deal with these spoils.

"Thank you, Platoon Jarl Locke." The fat steward was overjoyed. He was only the steward of one of Cardoj's larger caravans. Usually, most of the goods seized from the camp were taken care of by the baron's own caravans. He could only compete with the caravans formed by other big merchants, so his days were not comfortable. If he could get on Locke's good side this time, it would be a good investment.

After coming out of the supply camp, Locke walked towards Solon's tent. In fact, he could leave Suzanne in the care of the baron's caravan, but after all, he was going through the back door and it was better not to leave a bad impression on the baron. He had asked Yoshk and most platoon jarls did the same.

When he arrived in front of Solon's door, he saw the same two soldiers on duty. Locke, who had cultivated impetus, immediately sensed that the two soldiers had also cultivated impetus. However, he could sense that they were no match for him. Their true strength was similar to his when he hadn't cultivated impetus, and they might even be slightly weaker than him.

The two soldiers also felt the pressure from Locke and immediately reported to him. "Come in!" Young Master Sauron's lazy voice came from the tent.

Locke walked into the tent and waited for a while before Solon came out from behind the screen. Looking at his half-disheveled clothes, it seemed that he had just woken up. Indeed, Locke saw a touch of white skin behind the screen from the corner of his eye. The war was about to begin, and in the entire camp, only Solon and Cardoj had the right to bring women into their tents to have fun.

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