Northwest of Mathrias Region.
A seized building in a town near the border served as General Mulkas's temporary headquarters. The once-grand meeting hall was now filled with his officers, some counting piles of gold coins spread across the table, others leaning back with satisfied grins.
General Mulkas sat at the head of the table, rubbing his thick mustache with a smug, self-satisfied expression. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his bulging belly, his eyes gleaming with greed.
Ooh~
I can't believe it.
Now I have this much money.
He glanced at the stacks of gold coins before him, the result of heavy taxes squeezed from the conquered territories.
If I knew I could get this much money, I would have done this years ago.
With this wealth and the weapon supply support from Viscount Dasmen, I can expand my army, turn it into a proper private military force, and make even more profit from it.
