Chapter 168

"Mercenary group?"

Ren didn't know much about the mercenary group, so he had some doubts, "Can they compete with the nobles of Modu?"

The seven aristocrats of Modu have cultivated private armed forces in each territory, and even developed a unique branch of extraordinary professions. Not only are they powerful, but their scale is not comparable to that of ordinary mercenary groups.

Even with such a powerful mercenary group, the rewards are frighteningly high, which may be beyond their own tolerance.

"My lord, there are several large mercenary regiments in Morocco. It will definitely be no problem to let them guard the castle, maintain order and collect taxes in the territory."

Fabian saw that Ryan was worried about the remuneration, and continued: "There is a tax in the treasury that was just collected not long ago, and it has not been sent away. There is a total of more than 30,000 yuan, which is enough to hire a large mercenary group for more than three years. It's been a month."

"It's so cheap." Ren was a little surprised.

In the ledger submitted by Fabian just now, the taxation data of the Earl of Glamorgan in the past few years has been summarized.

An average of nearly two million gold per year!

Of course, it is impossible for all the money to go into the lord's pocket. A portion must be handed over to the duke to which he belongs, and the empire will also take part of it. These two sums are the bulk, and the rest is less than 40%.

This 40% is the real income of the lord, which is used to maintain the castle, hire servants, support a large number of subordinates, maintain daily expenses, and so on.

One of the biggest expenses is to form a private army.

The violent groups in this world are all composed of extraordinary people. Even for the weakest first-level transcendents, their salary is dozens or even thousands of times that of ordinary people. In addition, they must provide their weapons and equipment, training venues, cultivation resources, mounts, allowances, daily consumption... …

It's like a bottomless pit!

The previous Chiefs of Glamorgan were not lords. They had no right or motivation to form private armies. They saved as much as they could. The castle guards were all recruited. They were semi-employed and not considered an army at all.

The steward put all the collected taxes into the pockets of the nobles of Modu.

Only the nobles of Modu know how to distribute them.

Ren estimated that when he fully controlled the territory, he would earn at least 500,000 gold per year. If 30,000 gold could invite a large mercenary group to use it temporarily for a few months, it would definitely be a very good deal.

As for the loyalty of the mercenary group, whether they will be bought or not, he doesn't have to worry too much if he has the eyes of the soul to observe secretly at any time.

Ren considered for a moment, nodded and said: "This plan is feasible."

Fabian was very happy, and his first proposal was accepted by the lord, and he said positively: "My lord, I have some contacts in this area, please allow me to contact the outside world in the name of my lord, and let me make a little noise. will result."

Anyone else might suspect Fabian's motives.

However, Ren could see that the Wind Elf had no intentions, and immediately agreed.

After getting approval, Fabian left in a hurry.

Ren went around the castle and asked people to move all the documents and ledgers left by the former manager to the study, and began to read by night.

As a lord, you must know your territory well.

The resident population, sphere of influence, land, buildings and owners, shops, companies, streets, taxation status in previous years, etc. in the territory, Rennes copied all of them into his mobile phone while flipping through them.

With the help of the personal library, the reading efficiency has been greatly improved, and in the middle of the night, Renn has a deeper understanding of his territory.

Moreover, he also created a data sheet in the mobile phone, which looks more intuitive.

The night faded, and before you knew it, it was dawn.

Ren put down the last document. He didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, and he was still in good spirits.

Walking out of the spacious and luxurious study room, standing on the balcony, facing the rising sun, Ren took a deep breath and stretched his muscles.

From the balcony, you can overlook most of the castle and the situation under the hill.

Several silver-clothed knights stood like sculptures on various sentries and walls of the castle, and they never let down their vigilance all night.

This is the arrangement of Pansil and Mondeba, dividing the limited manpower into two shifts and changing guards in turn.

"Twenty silver knights are too few."

Ren shook his head. Clearwater High Castle was several times larger than ordinary castles. In addition to the hill and the city wall at the foot of the mountain, even two hundred guards could not take care of both defense and patrol.

Such a big castle is like a sieve, it is too easy for the enemy to come in.

He didn't sleep last night, in fact, he was on guard against the enemy who might sneak in, unexpectedly, he passed the night smoothly.

Standing on a high place, his eyes swept over half of the castle, but he didn't find any trace of the enemy.

"The nobles of Modu are more cautious than I thought." Ren whispered.

Oxilia's voice sounded from the side: "They are not fools, and they will not send anyone to die in front of you until they find out the details of your weapons."

There was a smile on Ren's face, which was exactly what he wanted.

The heavy machine gun is not so terrible in the battle of the legendary strong, but under the legend, it is definitely a big killer. With one gun in hand, it can slaughter a hundred times the number of enemies!

It is not easy to cultivate the armed forces of each noble family in Modu, and it consumes countless wealth. Of course, they don't want to be buried under the gun.

Ren can foresee that the opponent will never dare to attack the castle on a large scale, or even dare to step into the territory.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Oxilia.

The dragon mage had been following invisibly last night. When he was discussing with Fabian, she was in the study, and Fabian was completely unaware of her existence.

Many times, Oxilia wanted to ask aloud, but she held back.

Now, she finally couldn't hold back her curiosity.

"Your Excellency, you invented that soul gun?"

"Of course." Ren shrugged calmly, "You saw it with your own eyes, I made it in the machinery workshop."

"I don't understand." Oxilia frowned.

The nature of the rainbow dragon makes her have a strong thirst for knowledge about unknown knowledge.

She thought about it all night, but she still didn't understand the principle. She obviously didn't have any magic application, and there was no fluctuation of soul power when she fired the gun, but it had such terrifying power.

That kind of dense gunshots has never been seen before.

Until now, it seemed to still be echoing in her ears, and the thought of it made her tremble in her heart.

If she hadn't seen it made by Renn with her own eyes, she would not have doubted that it was a legendary weapon.

"Its name is Rambo's Gun, and that's my secret." Ren's expression became serious. Of course, he would not kindly explain the principle of the machine gun to her.

"Rambo's gun..." Ausiliya nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but her face was still very tangled.

Ren returned to the study and started today's meditation, and at the same time replenished all the spells used in the rune book.

At noon, Fabian returned to the castle and reported the results to Rennes.

After lunch, Ren got into the car and drove out of the castle.

He didn't go out with much fanfare, he only brought Fabian and the secret Oxilia with him, and asked Pansil to stay and guard the castle.

A moment later, a huge building appeared in front of him.

"Maul Arena!"

Ren got out of the car and looked at the building in front of him. This is a Roman-style arena, built entirely of stones, in an oval shape as a whole. Stone pillars and arches are stacked. m, magnificent and impressive.

The street outside the arena is full of people, like a vegetable market, crowded with rows of stalls, selling all kinds of goods, food and wine, and people crowded together to talk and talk, very lively.

Human superhumans can be seen everywhere, mixed with a large number of alien races.

Ren just glanced casually, and saw several elves, wood elves, wind elves, sea elves, and even two high elves.

Other races also swarm around.

In addition to the common dwarf elves, there are stout orcs, they come from different clans and have different tattoos on their bodies; tall and powerful barbarians; trolls with a pair of tusks; tauren like a moving hill; Nimble halflings and gnomes and more.

Ren was dazzled, and there were some races that he couldn't immediately identify.

It was like being in a zoo, or a race fair.

He finally deeply realized that Allenus is a complex world, and there are countless intelligent races besides human beings.

In the arena, bursts of enthusiastic cheers came out, and there should be a performance in progress.

"My lord, please follow me." Fabian whispered.

"Well, you lead the way."

Ren followed Fabian through the crowd, at the entrance dedicated to nobles on the side of the arena, along a hidden passage, climbed to the top floor of the arena, and entered a luxurious box.

The box is facing the infield, and the entire wall has been opened, overlooking the entire arena.

As soon as I walked in, there was a deafening sound.

"Sicarius!"

"Sicarius!"

"Sicarius..."

In the middle of the arena is a long pit with a depth of ten meters, surrounded by a circle of seats, and the position of the back row is getting higher and higher, which can accommodate 20,000 to 30,000 people. At this moment, more than half of the arena There were people sitting on the field, and it was crowded.

People stood up and shouted loudly towards the field, hoarsely.

In the eyes of the soul, the souls of the audience are red, and everyone is in a very excited state.

Ren looked towards the middle of the arena, where a tall figure with his upper body exposed stood there.

He is more than 2.2 meters tall, obviously not a human being. His whole body is muscular and his limbs are thick. He carries a few steel javelins on his back and holds a heavy sword in his hand. He has short black hair. Clear, with deep eyes, standing there to accept people's cheers.

At his feet, several corpses were already lying horizontally, and their blood formed a pool of blood on the ground of the arena.

Ren just glanced at it, and couldn't help being curious: "Is this Sicarius a barbarian? Or a half-giant?"