Imperial Crown

"In addition to gold coins, there are also enchanted weapons and armor."

Eric's voice gradually stabilized, but the content he said became more and more explosive: "Including the seized ones, there are a total of 19 sets of enchanted armor and 63 enchanted weapons."

This did not exceed Raven's expectations. In the treasure house of Heleti alone, there are five sets of enchanted armor and at least 16 or 17 weapons.

"Continue."

Eric paused: "This is the only thing I have sorted out at the moment, Baron. After all, the gold coins have been counted repeatedly several times, which is quite a waste of time."

"Okay, let's rest today." Raven was not in a hurry. The treasure house was there, and he couldn't run away: "Tomorrow, pack the gold coins into boxes and store them, and then let those gray dwarves go over to help."

"Yes, Baron!" Eric took the order and retreated.

"Wait." Before Eric walked away, Raven smiled and ordered: "Distribute all the weapons, and you can also choose a set of plate armor to wear. I am used to seeing you in your usual state, and I am not used to it for a while without armor."

"Thank you for the reward, Baron!" Eric also smiled: "I feel strange not wearing armor for a day, but I just didn't have the courage to tell you."

"Pick two more weapons that are handy, go!" Raven waved his hand.

Eric said goodbye in a vigorous manner, and Raven stretched his waist, stood up, and walked around the Iron Throne a few times.

He just sat on it, and it was quite comfortable.

"Tsk, it's just too heavy." The Iron Throne is of course made of steel, a lump of iron, and it can't be transported back with just packhorses.

As for transporting it with a cart, Raven had thought about it, but he immediately rejected it.

Today is December 26th. It will probably be after the New Year when we finish resting and sorting out the spoils.

The matter on the Bloody Highlands has come to an end. Next, we need to return to the Eagle Territory as soon as possible. If we harness the carriage, it will definitely slow down the marching efficiency. Raven is not so vain as to delay the work for a mere throne.

At worst, he can ask the gray dwarves to build another one.

Raven yawned loudly after pounding his shoulders.

He did not have an easy day.

In addition to counting the spoils, the soldiers of the Eagle Army also sent some people to clean up the ruins of the tower. In addition, Simon also took a few soldiers to patrol and guard the periphery of the Scorpion Nest, driving away and hunting those horse thieves who came to spy on intelligence.

The horse thieves on the Bloody Highlands all knew that Raven would not stay here for too long. When he left, someone would come to fight for the Scorpion Nest again.

After all, it is not easy to find such a stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, with sufficient water resources and a large scale on the Bloody Highlands.

Without the Scorpion Nest, Heleti would not have developed such a large force.

The Eagle Army and the guards were busy, and Raven was of course not idle either. He helped settle the seriously injured Eagle Army, and he also had to monitor their physical condition at all times, change the dressings, and bandage their wounds.

After all, the women had not recovered from their fear, and Raven was worried about handing the people over to them; as for the gray dwarves - ha, there were so many lice on their bodies that they could bite a cow to death.

After checking the conditions of the seriously injured again, Raven returned to the hall and just after eating two bites of dinner, he heard a noisy sound.

The side door opened, and Volav dragged a man into the hall by the collar.

As soon as he saw Raven, Volav immediately led the man over and threw him to the ground: "Baron, please make a decision!"

Raven was stunned and looked at the limp body on the ground: "Raise your head!"

The man on the ground twitched and did not respond.

Volaf kicked him hard on the butt: "The Baron asked you to look up, didn't you hear me!?"

"Uh..." The man raised his head tremblingly and faced Raven: "Baron!"

The moment they saw his face clearly, all the Eagle Army soldiers present were stunned.

Bobby from the First Battalion blurted out the man's identity:

"Bent! Why are you here!?"

Simon's eyes were locked on Bent's face.

This Bent was the scout who fell into the snow pit before Simon evacuated from the Bloody Highlands last time, that is, the "Snow Chicken" who surrendered to Heleti!

Simon hadn't seen Bent in the Scorpion Nest before, and he thought Bent had died in the chaos or had escaped. Unexpectedly, he was still alive, and in the Scorpion Nest!

"Baron, Lord Baron!" Bent's face was covered with bruises and tears: "... I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for the brothers of the Eagle Army!"

"You still know how to apologize!?" The flesh on Volaf's face was trembling: "Do you know how many brothers died in this battle? White, Calais, Gore... a total of seventy-seven!!"

"It's all because of you!"

Bent's face became even paler: "I know... I know...! I..."

"You know shit!" Simon suddenly rushed up like crazy, kicked Bent in the chest, and kicked him directly to the ground: "If you knew, you shouldn't be alive! How could there be such a thing as you in the Eagle Army!"

"Are you worthy of the dead brothers? Are you worthy of Woz!? Are you worthy of Mowei who sacrificed at the beginning!? Ah!?"

Simon shouted at the top of his lungs, punching and kicking hard, Bent just cried and didn't fight back.

"Enough." Raven spoke at this time: "Simon, you step back first, I have something to ask him."

"Yes, Lord Baron." Simon said hoarsely, clasping his fists and stepping aside.

Raven stared into Bent's eyes: "Have you been hiding in the Scorpion's Nest before?"

I didn't understand why Raven asked this, but Bent's mood calmed down a little and he wiped the tears on his face: "Well... I will be there when you attack Barbican City, Lord Baron."

"I originally thought that Lord Baron abandoned me and I wanted to take revenge, but when I saw Lord Baron how bravely you were moving forward, I really... couldn't do it, so I quietly hid behind you."

"Later, Lord Baron, you killed the devil Heleti, and all the horse thieves ran away. I thought about going back and surrendering, but I didn't dare when the situation came to pass, so I kept hiding in the room..."

Raven nodded slowly: "Then how were you discovered?"

"I found him in the kitchen, sir." Volaf said, "I guess he was hungry and went to steal something."

"I didn't!" Bent shouted in a low voice: "I didn't steal anything to eat, really not!"

Raven asked: "Then what are you doing in the kitchen?"

Hearing this question, Bent sobbed again: "...I knew that I deserved to die and that I would never go back to the Eagle Territory. I just wanted to take two pieces of carbon and leave a letter home, and then I would go die……"

As he spoke, he took out a dagger from his waist and held it up.

"Bent, what are you going to do!?" Volaf and Simon immediately drew the swords from their waists.

"Don't be so nervous, he can't hurt me yet." Raven glanced at them, then turned to Bent: "Just say what you have to say."

Bente's hand holding the dagger was shaking: "Lord Baron, I really didn't lie. If I had other thoughts and a weapon in my hand, I would never let Chief Volaf bring me here so easily. !”

"Now that the matter has come to this, Bente only hopes that Lord Baron can give me a happy life with his own hands!"

Taking the dagger from Bent's hand, Raven weighed it back and forth, while Bent had closed his eyes in despair.

Raven flipped his wrist and inserted the dagger on the table: "Bent, return to the team."

Bente's body froze, and then he opened his eyes, and his originally empty eyes shone with ecstatic light: "Lord Baron, Lord Baron... you, you are simply, just..."

He really couldn't find words to describe the image of Raven in his heart, so Bente could only express his gratitude by kowtowing repeatedly and drawing blood on the ground.

"Lord Baron, please reconsider!" Volaf couldn't accept this decision for a while: "Seventy-one members of the Eagle Army died in the battle, and now there are still nine brothers whose lives are uncertain!"

Raven glanced at the group of Eagle Soldiers, and saw the same emotions as Volaf in their eyes, but the strength was different.

"The decisive victory will ultimately take place on the battlefield. Although Bent provided information, with Heleti's caution, even without Bent, this battle may not be easier."

"And after all, Bente's conscience was still intact and he did not raise the butcher's knife against his comrades."

They are all from the Eagle Leader. Volaf was temporarily angry before, but now after hearing Raven's words, he gradually became more rational: "But, Lord Baron, he is a traitor after all!"

Raven said: "At that time, he was trapped in a snow pit and was captured by Heleti. How could he survive if he didn't surrender?"

Volaf was speechless for a moment.

Raven glanced at the soldiers: "After this experience, we all live and die together. If you have any opinions, you can raise them at any time. I welcome them."

"But I won't change this decision!"

"Does anyone else have any questions?"

The hall was quiet for a while, and no one expressed any objection.

"Thank you, Lord Baron!" Bent raised his face covered with blood and turned to the soldiers: "Thank you, thank you all!"

The soldiers turned their heads one after another, but there was no longer such strong murderous intent in their eyes.

Everyone is from the Eagle Leader, and they are more or less related to each other. Now that their anger has subsided, they still feel more sympathy for Bente.

As the Baron said, under the circumstances at that time, Bent would not have been able to survive without surrendering.

Who doesn’t want to live?

The reason why he wanted to spare Bent was not because Raven was overly sympathetic, but because he had deeper considerations.

Today's Eagle Army has become a true elite after being tempered by blood and fire. They have honor and persistence in their hearts, and they no longer need to use fear and blood to maintain morale.

In this case, there is no point in killing Bent.

On the contrary, keeping Bent here tells them that Raven cares about their lives.

If you are so tolerant to a traitor, let alone them?

And just like Volaf said, too many people have died in this battle, and there is no need to see the blood of our own people again.

After this incident, the morale of the army was slightly low, but the spirit of the entire team quietly changed a little more, becoming more... thicker.

Nothing happened that night, Raven slept in the bedroom that belonged to Horati.

But maybe it was because of the incompatibility with the zodiac signs of Scorpion Nest. The next morning, Raven could not sleep until he woke up naturally. Instead, he was woken up from the bed by a loud noise.

"Hey! Lord Baron, are you there? Are you awake!?"

"We want to complain! Complain!!!"

Raven sat up from the bed and held his aching head.

It's the gray dwarves again!

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