Looking at the back of Viscount Rob disappearing outside the door, the Grand Duke of Halifax couldn't help but be furious and secretly scolded the other party's villain.

If it weren't for the fact that Viscount Rob's fathers all died at the hands of demons, the noble status of the Viscount would not have been able to turn on him, a bastard, and now he would dare to argue with himself.

The old man patted the back of the Halifax Grand Duke's hand and motioned for him to be at ease.

Immediately after, he glanced at everyone present and asked, "Is there anyone else leaving?"

No one answered, and all those who stayed understood the truth of the cold lips and teeth.

An elderly nobleman sighed and said with a wry smile: "Count Puran, you don't have to tell us any big truths, just talk about how much benefit we can get if we cooperate." ”

The phrase "old age and refinement" is not groundless, it can be seen from this elderly nobleman.

He has more experience and insight than young people, so he naturally sees things more thoroughly.

The reason why he didn't leave was because he was waiting for the other party to open his mouth and promise benefits.

Count Puran looked at the other party with a smile on his face and asked, "Count Judson, do you want to cooperate with us to fight against foreign enemies?"

Earl Judson smiled modestly and spoke quite politely: "I have this idea, but the specific result depends on the sincerity of you and the Grand Duke of Halifax." ”

Count Puran nodded undeniably: "I understand what you mean, you think that hillbilly's attack is aimed at the city-state of Coster and the city-state of Trunk, and you think it has nothing to do with you at this time, right?"

Everyone looked at each other, but none of them spoke, apparently acquiescing to this statement.

Seeing this, Count Puran continued: "Then I can't think so, we are not a cooperative relationship at all, it is just a transaction, and when your city-state is attacked, we can also stand by and watch from the sidelines. ”

"If you need help, we can open your mouth too. ”

The crowd remained silent, apparently reaffirming his words.

People have a fluke mentality, things don't happen to them, and they will always maintain an attitude of hanging high.

Seeing the faces of the people, the Count of Puran was angry and a little sad at the same time, as if he had seen the tragic future of the Duchy of Oslo.

He sighed deeply and said with a wry smile: "Everyone, this time, even if I and the Grand Duke of Halifax hired your soldiers to fight, we will provide food and drink, and pay the corresponding remuneration. ”

"But it's impossible for us to agree to a request like Viscount Rob's, and to pay a maximum of twenty silver coins per person, which is already a high price. ”

Count Puran was right, the reward of twenty silver coins per person per month was indeed not a small amount.

The military salary of the soldiers in Gannan Province was very high, always maintained between ten and twenty silver coins, and grain and land were distributed at the same time.

All translated, the soldier's net income per year ranges from two to five gold coins, which translates to sixteen to forty silver coins per month.

The salaries of the soldiers of the Duchy of Oslo were far from this level, and the highest salary was ten silver coins a month, and at least a pitiful four or five silver coins, and it was very difficult to support the family.

That is to say, as long as the heart is ruthless, the lords in the conference room can deduct up to fifteen silver coins from each soldier, and the more people they have, the more benefits they will get.

For a while, many people were moved.

Someone immediately stood up in support of Count Puran's proposal: "I agree with this condition, not only because of money, but because we must not sit idly by and watch the enemy grow, otherwise it will be us big ones who will suffer." ”

This man said righteous words, but everyone understood that this was putting gold on their faces.

However, knowing this, everyone had to express their conscience: "That's right! We can't watch that hillbilly become strong, the Principality of Oslo is our world, and no outsiders will be allowed to interfere." ”

More and more people expressed their opinions, and finally all the lords in the meeting room had finished speaking, and they finally reached a consensus on the trend of interests.

However, at such a critical moment of unity, there will always be people who jump out and pour cold water.

A fat nobleman timidly asked, "Even if we join forces, how many troops can we gather?"

"The other side has nearly 10,000 elite troops, more than half of which are cavalry, and the combat effectiveness is very strong, and more than 20,000 city-state coalition troops led by Count Bruce went to attack Thunder Shield City, but almost all of them were wiped out. ”

"As far as I know, there were less than 6,000 defenders in Thunder Shield City at that time, and after the battle, the casualties were only 100 people, and now they have tens of thousands of troops ......."

Before the fat nobleman could finish speaking, the Grand Duke of Halifax raised his hand and interrupted: "Baron Leslie, don't grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige. ”

"I'll admit that the hillbilly has two brushes, but not to the point of being invincible. ”

"The main reason why Earl Bruce was defeated was that he was rash and rash, he didn't know in advance that the enemy army was 6,000 people, otherwise he wouldn't have foolishly fallen into the trap and been completely annihilated. ”

And his 20,000 coalition troops are all rabble, most of them are farmers, and the real soldiers are less than 10,000, 6,000 to 10,000, and the difference in strength between the two sides is not huge. ”

Hearing this, the fat nobleman's face turned red, and he wanted to ask, how to explain that the enemy's casualties were only a hundred?

He was not a powerful lord like Viscount Fred and Viscount Rob, and he didn't dare to blatantly confront the Grand Duke of Halifax, he smbabbled for a long time, and finally held back his words in his stomach.

The Grand Duke of Halifax thought that the other party was speechless by what he said, and he couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed in his heart, and finally got the field back.

However, Baron Leslie did not dare to ask, which did not mean that others did not dare to ask.

Although Earl Judson respects Earl Puran, it does not mean that he respects the Grand Duke of Halifax.

He used to be a strong contender for the Grand Duke position, but because he missed the Grand Duke position because of a bad move, he naturally had resentment in his heart.

Now seeing that the Grand Duke of Halifax was happy and forgetful, his heart was extremely unhappy, and he sneered: "The difference in strength is not a huge disparity? Do you mean that the hillbilly army and the Earl Bruce's army are both a rabble?"

The Grand Duke of Halifax couldn't help but frown when he listened to the other party's playful tone.

What's going on today? Why does it feel like everybody is working against you?

As the saying goes: the authorities are obsessed with bystanders.

The Grand Duke of Halifax himself did not understand the reason, but the others were like mirrors in their hearts.

Originally, there were seven lords who had the ability to compete for the throne of the Grand Duke, and the Grand Duke of Halifax was the weaker lord among them, and he was also the lord with the least hope of becoming the Grand Duke.

However, this guy didn't know what shit luck he had, and he actually got the support of Count Puran, and finally won by a narrow margin.

In this case, who will be convinced?