plunder

The revelry of the Faustian soldiers lasted for three days, and it wasn't as if nothing had happened during these three days.

Bang! On the second day, there was a big explosion in Felippe's mansion in Audis, causing nearly 100 casualties in the vicinity of Lion. This made the major corps, who had been plundering without restraint, restrain themselves a little.

No one wanted to be blown up into the sky all of a sudden.

After the caster unit intervened in the investigation, they concluded that there had been dozens of magic crystal cannonballs buried under Felippe's mansion.

These cannonballs had been set with a timer, and they would automatically heat up and explode at a certain point in time.

Even if the margrave died, the Faustians would still have to face the consequences.

Not only did it cause unnecessary casualties, but Felippe's mansion was also reduced to ruins after the explosion. The elemental chaos caused by the explosion of the magic crystal cannonballs was something that even hard steel could not withstand.

Felippe's innumerable wealth turned into smoke with a loud explosion. This was the mansion of the margrave known as the God of Fortune.

There was one more thing that most ordinary soldiers did not know.

"Secret passage?" Kenzir looked at the caster in front of him doubtfully.

The caster looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a navy blue robe, and his sleeves were fluttering even though there was no wind. He was a wind caster.

"Yes, it's under the palace's back garden," replied the caster.

The underground palace where the Shalorian royals had retreated was discovered on the night Faustian captured the palace.

Kenzir did not expect to catch all the Shalorian royals in one fell swoop. As a family that had ruled the large kingdom for hundreds of years, coupled with Shalor's prosperous magic power, the prince was not surprised that they could escape.

However, the prince did not take this matter to heart. Shalor had already been defeated, and even the suzerain, the Aomar Empire, had acquiesced to Faustian's territorial expansion. Even if some escaped, it would not be a big deal.

In addition to most of the Shalorian royals escaping, a convoy composed of many Shalorian nobles also rushed out of the encirclement on the day the city was breached.

Although the prince sent a cavalry regiment to chase after some of them, many nobles still managed to escape.

These were small losses, and Kenzir did not have time to deal with them. His top priority was to calm the riots in the City of Audis.

Since the fall of the city, there had been many incidents of robbery, arson, injury, and humiliation. These were not done by Faustian soldiers, but by some gangsters and people with ulterior motives in Audis. Instead, they were all blamed on the Faustian soldiers.

The Faustian army had hanged and hanged more than a dozen rioters in succession, but the situation had not calmed down. Instead, it was getting more and more intense. The residents of Audis were currently very hostile to the Faustian soldiers who had occupied the capital.

After all, this was a large city with a population of more than 100,000. The Faustian military couldn't kill too many people. They still had to govern the city.

These people would become Faustian civilians in ten or twenty years. Kenzir thought more deeply. As a soldier, he could never raise his knife against his own people.

In the past two days, Locke and Wyr led the cavalry platoon to wipe out one rich merchant and small noble family after another.

The Faustian soldiers would not do anything to civilians, but it was different for the fat nobles and rich merchants. Not to mention that no one would care about them, even the Shalorian civilians would applaud in their hearts when they saw the Faustian soldiers looting the Shalorian nobles.

The conflict between commoners and nobles existed no matter where it was.

"How did you know the location of these fat sheep?" Wyr asked Locke, who was riding on horseback, curiously.

The soldiers of the cavalry platoon came and went around them. At this time, everyone was carrying things with happy faces. The warhorses that carried people were also carrying countless goods.

Locke adjusted his helmet and replied modestly, "It's just luck."

"But it's impossible to be so lucky every time, right?" Wyr obviously did not believe it. In the past two days, Locke had led the cavalry platoon back and forth all over Audis. Even a noble like Wyr was speechless when he saw the spoils.

"Uh, I found out through some details." Locke didn't say what details.

"Oh." Wyr fell into deep thought. This time, he believed it. Only such keen observation could explain this phenomenon.

After thinking it through, Wyr valued Locke even more. Every successful person had their own reasons behind it.

No wonder Locke could get the appreciation of the division jarl and even Princess Angelina. In the past, Wyr would think that Locke was just lucky and happened to save Angelina.

But now, he didn't think so. Locke was indeed a capable person.

Not to mention anything else, the wealth that the soldiers of the cavalry platoon had seized in the past two days was worth tens of thousands of silver thalers when converted into thalers.

In the end, the two platoon jarls were given at least ten thousand silver thalers each.

As a noble with the title of a knight, Wyr had two manors and a village as his territory. The value of the manors and territories to him in a month was less than ten gold thalers.

Ten thousand silver thalers was nearly a hundred gold thalers, which was a lot for Wyr. Moreover, it had only been two days, and there would definitely be more gains in the future.

As for why Locke had such an eye for gold, it was, of course, thanks to Glace and Laffey, who had lived in Audis for so many years.

Although Glace was a social butterfly of the kingdom's upper echelons, there were a few small nobles living in Audis, and almost every one of them had a strong backer.

Glace easily listed several locations, all of which were lower nobles below the rank of lord. Locke and Wyr were just right. They wouldn't arouse the jealousy of the upper echelons, nor would they exceed their capabilities.

Laffey was even more familiar with the location of the rich. Most of the nobles' houses had handicrafts. Locke and Wyr were rough people, so they had no use for them. Most of them had been sold to the baron's caravan at a low price. However, it was different for the rich.

There was a lot of real gold and silver that belonged to the former Shalor, and the exchange rate was acceptable. Compared to antiques and handicrafts that the two couldn't determine the value of, Locke and Wyr preferred gold coins.

Speaking of Glace and the others, Locke took the time to pick them up on the second day after the city was breached.

Along the way, Glace and Laffey seemed a little depressed, and Locke didn't know how to comfort them. Although Kristin still had the youth and vitality of her age, Locke could also see the sadness hidden in her heart.

He held Glace and Kristin's hands tightly, one on each side. This was Locke's promise.

After that, when Felippe's mansion exploded, Locke happened to be next to Glace and Kristin.

Looking at the thick smoke rising from the city in the distance and listening to the sound of the explosion, Glace's eyes were heavy, but Kristin shed a line of tears. The young Kristin had already guessed what had happened.

"I'm fine, Brother." Kristin wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and said to Locke, who was about to comfort her.

Locke hadn't seen Angelina for the past few days. They had just occupied Audis, so Angelina, one of the upper echelons, must have been very busy. As the sister of Prince Kenzir, the current supreme leader of the Faustian military, Princess Angelina's every move was being watched.

Since Angelina didn't have a chance to see Locke, Locke was happy to hang out with Glace, Suzanne and the other girls every day. Although he had to quit smoking for the first few days after the war, he had relaxed in the past two days.

Locke and his platoon set off from the barracks in the morning to plunder Audis, and they didn't return to camp until the sun was about to set.

After saying goodbye to Wyr, Locke led his horse to his own tent.

When he passed by the other platoons' camps, he found that neither Hans' 3rd Platoon nor Yoshk's 2nd Platoon had returned.

"Still fighting, huh?" Locke smiled.

The plundering of the whole city wouldn't last long. According to Locke's estimation, the soldiers would be ordered to stop doing this in about two or three days.

He wouldn't be surprised even if Hans and the others took advantage of this time to loot the entire city.

They weren't like Locke, who had a planned goal. Everything was based on instinct. Perhaps the harvest of a day would not be much after a platoon of nearly a hundred people shared it.

It was also inconvenient for Locke to secretly tell Yoshk and Hans where the harvest was because he couldn't explain it clearly.

After tying his horse to the doorpost in front of his tent, Locke lifted the tent flap and walked in.

A square wooden table was placed in the middle of the tent. Glace, Suzanne and the other girls each sat at a corner. There was a hole in the middle of the wooden table. There was a fire at the bottom and an iron pot on top. The iron pot was filled with all kinds of food, and the aroma of the food permeated the air.

When Kristin saw Locke coming back, she stood up happily and let him sit in her seat. Locke walked straight over and sat in her seat, and carried her on his lap.

Kristin, who was only thirteen years old after the New Year, wasn't even half as tall as Locke when she stood up. It could only be said that the girl was born delicate. Sitting in Locke's arms, she didn't look out of place at all. Instead, she looked like a porcelain doll.

In the past two days of plundering the city, Cardoj had even sent out the logistics unit. Of course, no one cooked for them. The soldiers had to solve their own food for three days in a row. Soldiers always had their own way of doing things.

Audis was such a big city, how could the soldiers starve to death? It was just that some Shalorians in the city would be unlucky.

This pot of rice was made by Laffey. As a maid from the margrave's mansion, her cooking skills were indeed different. Locke hadn't had the chance to eat Laffey's cooking before, but now that he tasted her cooking, he felt like he had found a treasure.

Suzanne didn't stay idle either. She helped Laffey before the meal, served Locke food during the meal, and washed the dishes after the meal. She was a very considerate wife.

Kristin and Glace were the only ones who had nothing to do. Kristin asked Locke to tell her a story, and Glace sat there for the whole night with a book that she got from nowhere.

Not to mention, the way Glace read the book quietly and gently made Locke, an illiterate, itch in his heart. He had only tasted Glace once, and he had always been thinking about it.

The past few days passed just like that. Glace and Kristin had also walked out of the heavy and sad mood at the beginning. What made Locke unhappy was that Glace wouldn't let him touch her.

Although he could force himself on her, Locke didn't want to do that for the time being.

"Give me two days, okay?" said Glace to the impatient Locke on the bed.

Locke had no choice but to look for Suzanne in the other room.

Locke's current tent was very big, with three compartments. Glace and the other two would stay in two, while Locke and Suzanne would stay in one.

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