Jealous booty

The chaos in Audis and the looting of the Faustian soldiers only lasted for a week before the prince stopped it.

The major divisions withdrew from Audis in an orderly manner, leaving only two divisions of Lion to guard the city.

The retreating soldiers didn't go too far and set up camp at the original location of the encampment.

Locke and Wyr were very well-off after these days of looting. Just the boxes of Shalorian jewellery on horseback alone made the brothers of the other platoons envious.

"Brother, where did you get all this?" The curious ones asked the soldiers of the cavalry platoon. The only reply they got was a pair of supercilious eyes.

Only with so many horses in the cavalry platoon could Locke and Wyr unscrupulously plunder dozens of small noble families in Shalor.

Yes, dozens of families. They were all lesser nobles like Barons and Knights. Without enough soldiers and guards, these lesser nobles were the fattest meat in the eyes of Locke and the others.

It was also because of so many lesser nobles that the two platoon jarls of the cavalry platoon almost choked to death.

A certain viscount of the Faustian military didn't know whether his soldiers were unlucky or not, but he didn't get the desired results even after plundering several noble families. When he turned around and saw that Locke and the others had such a rich harvest, he had an evil idea.

He actually sent three platoons of soldiers to surround Locke's platoon and threatened to let them leave only if they put down two-thirds of the loot.

Fortunately, after Locke revealed his identity and Wyr flexed his muscles, all of this turned into a "misunderstanding".

The name Locke was very common in Faustian. There were hundreds of people with this name. Ordinary soldiers might not have any reaction when they heard it, but this viscount was different. He was just qualified enough to know some inside information.

"You're the Locke who saved the princess. The younger generation will surpass the older in time." The viscount smiled awkwardly and said some meaningless words.

On the other side, Wyr also 'inadvertently' released his high-rank Knecht aura. High-rank Knechts were too rare in the Faustian army. So far, Locke only knew Wyr and the jarl of 2nd Division, George.

Speaking of George, Locke could only sigh at how small the world was. He actually knew two people with the same name. One was the jarl of 2nd Division, and the other was Warner's brother, whom he had just made an impression on two days ago.

Of course, it was just the same name. As a count, the former had his own surname, while the latter was like Locke, a commoner who didn't have a surname and only had his own name.

Wyr's strength also made the viscount wary. He wasn't afraid of Wyr, but he didn't want to get into trouble. High-rank Knechts were already the highest combat power in the Faustian army. There was no need to offend such a powerhouse for some wealth.

The ones who sighed the most after this incident were the ordinary soldiers of the cavalry platoon.

Originally, they were prepared to take out their weapons and fight it out with these robbers, but they didn't expect their two platoon leaders to resolve this crisis.

The soldiers assigned by Cardoj to the cavalry platoon were much more courageous than the soldiers of other platoons. When they encountered a robbery, the first thing they thought of was to fight against an enemy several times their size.

The final result of this incident was to increase the cohesion of the troops. The soldiers were cowardly, and the generals were cowardly. With these two strong-willed officers, the soldiers were more confident.

On the last day, when all the soldiers returned to the barracks outside the city, Locke and his platoon finally made a name for themselves in 2nd Division.

Wooden boxes and sacks were piled up tens of metres high, filled with Shalorian gold, silver, handicrafts, antiques and other valuables. Every soldier who passed by Cardoj's camp was amazed.

There were also many soldiers from other divisions who came to see it.

The final harvest was calculated after two days of the baron's caravan.

Each soldier of the cavalry platoon could get about a hundred silver thalers, and the squad jarls could get close to a thousand. As the highest officers, Wyr and Locke each received at least five hundred gold thalers.

This was even after they had handed over a third of their supplies to Cardoj.

Ordinary second-class soldiers could only get four Silver Derahls a month. This was probably the biggest harvest these soldiers had obtained in the past few years.

From the platoon jarls to the ordinary soldiers, everyone's pockets were bulging, which made the other soldiers envious.

"This time, you two are in the limelight!" Cardoj joked at the dinner table, which was rare for him. Locke, the platoon jarls and Cardoj sat together for dinner again, which was a fine tradition of their battalion.

The baron and the platoon jarls only got Locke's dry laugh in response.

Wyr, on the other hand, was focused on eating a piece of steak.

Cardoj was really happy. The harvest brought back by Locke and Wyr was equivalent to the total amount of supplies brought back by the rest of the platoon.

These spoils were the capital for Cardoj to revitalize his family. The more the soldiers under his command seized, the more he would benefit as a baron in the end.

Not to mention the fact that they had to hand over a third of the spoils, most of what Locke and the others had plundered were antiques and handicrafts. Even the gold and silver were Shalorian currency, which couldn't be used in Faustian.

So these things had to go through the baron's hands in the end. The profit from this was much more than what ordinary soldiers could earn after a day of hard work.

"Come! Cheers to the end of the war! " The baron raised his glass, and the platoon jarls around him also stood up one after another. They picked up the wine in front of them and drank it in one gulp.

Alcohol was banned in the camp, and these were all seized in the past two days. The wine was dug out from the cellar of a certain lord's family by Locke and Wyr. It was a rare and good wine.

However, Locke didn't taste any different from the wine. Instead, he didn't like it because it was sweet. "It's not as good as Suzanne's wine," Locke muttered.

In addition to the three platoon jarls, there were also two people from the mercenary platoon.

Locke liked to make friends, and he even went over to toast the two people from the mercenary platoon during the meal.

The leader of the mercenary platoon, Big Beard, was also a forthright person. After drinking, he became even more boisterous, unlike regular soldiers like Locke.

After two or three glasses of wine, Big Beard started calling Locke brother. He didn't care that Cardoj was still in the tent and told Locke some interesting stories about his time in other countries.

This was what Locke wanted to hear. After a while, the two of them put their arms around each other's shoulders, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.

Cardoj was also magnanimous. He knew that these platoon jarls wouldn't be able to have fun with him around, so he left after eating. He told them to eat as much as they wanted, and if they didn't have enough, he would ask Corey to serve them.

As soon as Cardoj left, the group of platoon jarls immediately gathered in twos and threes to chat and laugh. Wyr, who usually didn't interact much with platoon jarls, was actually chatting enthusiastically with Mond.

Locke noticed that Solon had come once during the banquet, but he only greeted a few platoon jarls before leaving. Locke knew that his friendship with Solon might have come to an end.

If he hadn't given the order to escape with Angelina, perhaps the two of them would've become very good friends.

But that was only if. Letting go of this annoyance, Locke continued to listen to Big Beardy's hoarse voice as he recounted his encounters in Karaman and Ligia Union when he accepted the mission.

Whether it was the cunning bandits or the ferocious monsters, they were vividly displayed in Locke's mind through Big Beard's narration.

Locke had seen monsters before, and he had even killed a major monster. Locke could feel that Big Beardy's experience was real, so he listened attentively.

Of course, Locke wasn't interested in the stories of how many bandits he had killed. He had already killed dozens of Shalorian soldiers. How could a few bandits be more difficult to deal with than regular soldiers?

In the end, Locke didn't know how he returned to the tent in the end. When he opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing he felt was a splitting headache. When he finally recovered, he saw Suzanne, who was still sleeping peacefully.

The wine wasn't strong, but it had a strong aftereffect.

Last night, Locke drank the wine on the table like it was water because it was tasteless. He didn't even know how many pots he drank.

In the end, the moment the aftereffect exploded, he was completely unconscious.

With Locke's current physique, he could drink as much wine as he wanted, but the problem was that the wine was really good. He didn't know how many years it had been buried underground by the original owner.

Locke wasn't a person who drank often, and he would fall for it if he wasn't careful. If he had consciously circulated impetus through his stomach or his whole body, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed when he woke up this morning.

Without disturbing Suzanne's rest, Locke got out of bed quietly, put on his armour, and went out to practice a set of boxing in the camp.

Last night, Cardoj gave all the soldiers in the camp a holiday, and everyone played like crazy. Now, there were almost no other soldiers in the camp except for those on duty.

Locke took a deep breath and got ready to welcome a new day.

In the second week after the fall of Audis, the snowflakes in Shalor began to fall again.

This time, it was different from the past. The amount of snow was comparable to the days when Locke was in the Bering Mountains. The snow was almost knee-deep, and a deep pit would be formed when he stepped on it.

Fortunately, the snow fell two weeks later today. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether Audis could be conquered or not.

"Return home?" Cardoj looked at a herald from the corps headquarters standing in front of him in surprise.

"Yes, Lord Baron. Lord Baron, this is the approval of the Marquis himself. "The messenger said.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Cardoj couldn't figure out the situation, so he secretly stuffed a bag of gold coins into the herald's hand.

The herald first weighed the bag and put it in his pocket without batting an eyelid. He then smiled and answered, "I heard that this is the princess's order."

Cardoj nodded and went out to see the herald off.

If it was a herald from the corps headquarters, Cardoj wouldn't care so much. The military was different. Those who could make a name for themselves in that place were not simple. Although Cardoj was a baron, he was nothing compared to those who often interacted with the higher-ups.

The distribution of the post-war benefits had been roughly determined in the past two weeks. They only had to wait for the king, the council of nobles, and the council of elders to carry out the second and third round of subdivision after they returned home.

With De Sandro's guarantee, it was certain that Cardoj would be promoted. Perhaps by this time next year, Cardoj would be called Viscount Cardoj.

It was a good thing that Kenzir allowed him to return home first.