Raising his hand, Ulric pointed towards the Red Streaks' main residence as a yell tore from his lips.
"Go in and loot everything!"
Instantly after, cheers erupted from the crowd as they rushed in a frenzy. Tearing everything apart before plundering everything of value and bringing it to him.
Before long, a mountain of resources towered before him, causing the grin on his face to stretch wider than ever, almost splitting across his face.
Walking forward, he circled the growing pile, inspecting everything in fine detail as a slow chuckle slipped past his lips.
Before him lay all sorts of potions, health potions, stamina potions, and so on. Weapons, and even crafting materials. And storage rings belonging to some of the most influential figures.
With all these combined, he could already foresee the explosive growth the Greyson clan would go through.
The crowd behind him seemed to share the same thoughts as the cheers grew louder.
