The prestige system follows the original game exactly, but the problem is that the scale of the real world is much larger than the game's setting.

In the game, there are less than a hundred villages in total, and a group of small lords with hundreds or even dozens of troops are fighting around, and there are thousands of people to defend it. Big fish can't be raised in the pond, and the so-called generation of heroes in this environment can be listened to by more than 100,000 people is the limit, and the prestige blessing obtained from this is enough to make them command hundreds of troops and beat their peers.

In reality, the civil wars of the Pompeii aristocracy were more than this scale.

The land beneath his feet spreads in all directions, reaching into unimaginable distances, including icy snowy regions, hot southern countries, dry deserts, humid swamps, vast plains with flat rivers, and undulating 100,000 mountains.

On this vast territory, any one of the three major powers commands tens of millions of people, and can mobilize tens of thousands of standing armies at any time, and even more than 500,000 after full mobilization. There are also large and small vassal states and principalities, the total human population can steadily exceed 100 million, and there are 300,000 residents in Winterfell alone, and Cologne, which Richard is more familiar with, is also about the same size.

The above is just human beings, and other various intelligent races may not be as prosperous as human beings, but they are definitely not to be underestimated.

If Calradia is a pond, it can only hold small fish that are inches long. It is almost a vast ocean, with countless big fish and even giant whales living and swimming.

As long as Richard has a little nickname, people who have heard of his deeds will easily exceed 100,000, and the prestige gained from this can be called massive according to the system standards, and the increase in the amount brought by him is solid.

Dragon slaying has always been the most talked-about topic.

After the Battle of Winterfell was fought and the Pompeii army returned home, the popular story began to spread at a popular rate. From the moment Richard slashed the undead dragon in full view, his story began to spread like a plague, becoming more and more exaggerated and bizarre. For a while, Richard was in the limelight, and he forcibly increased the system quota from less than 500 to more than 3,000!

When Buckland heard the number three thousand, his first reaction was to reach out and touch Richard's forehead to see if he was burned, only to be slapped open.

"Five thousand? Do you have money? The army burns money, you don't understand this truth, right? The old white tiger crossed his fingers and began to count one item after another: "Although the dwarves and centaur craftsmen can produce their own ordnance, the coal needed for smelting has to be purchased at a cost, and this is now our main cash expenditure. ”

"With the recruitment of more than 2,000 new soldiers, the population must increase by at least 10,000. More than 10,000 people have to eat, if it is a strong battle race, they must still be pot-bellied, and one can eat ten ......"

Buckland said this, and Hurt touched his nose in embarrassment. Speaking of the large amount of food, anyone who tries to compete with the centaurs in the entire Alpine Castle except for the Dragons of the Sgar Land is self-inflicted.

"Then we must buy grain from outside, and spring is about to begin, which is when the price of grain is the most expensive. Moreover, this winter is too cold, wheat has been frozen to death in many places, and the price of grain will only be more expensive than in previous years, not cheap!" The old white tiger slapped the table, and his chubby round face was full of momentum at the moment, "With our current financial situation, let alone three thousand, even if we come to three hundred, we can't afford to raise another three hundred!"

"Can't we land more land and graze more livestock?" Anne asked.

"It will take at least three years to go in the autumn, when the livestock will need time to expand and the land will need time to mature for the harvest. Buckland scoffed, "Dear Lord Richard, a standing army of 3,000 men is not necessary for us at all, and in my opinion, maintaining the current size is enough to keep the Alpine Fort safe." ”

"What do you mean?" the lord heard a very unfamiliar word.

"You don't think that wasteland can be turned into farmland immediately after it is reclaimed, right?" the old white tiger shook his head again and again, "There will not be much harvest in the first two years of newly cultivated land, and the yield will slowly increase after two or three years of cultivation, which is called maturation." ”

"Isn't soil fertilization also good?" Richard remembered the troll shaman's mastery, after all, farming was an instinct hidden deep in his soul.

"Yes, but the problem is that only one shaman has awakened this spell and can't take care of too many fields. Buckland picked up the snow-white cotton napkin and wiped his mouth, "And this spell has been almost lost since the fall of the Physiocrats, and the second general may be the last single seedling." Hum Ha II will be able to awaken the soil fertility technique, which is immeasurable from the perspective of spell inheritance, but it will have little effect on the food production of the entire mountain fort. ”

"Can't you make money from the arms trade?" asked the lord unwillingly.

The Ripper's warriors were fully equipped before he set out for the campaign, which means that in the months since his departure, the craftsmen have been preparing the goods needed for trade, and it stands to reason that they should have opened long ago. With the reputation and craftsmanship of the dwarven craftsmen, as long as it opens, there should be no possibility of losing money.

"Make money. Buckland rolled his eyes with his hands outstretched, "But no matter how much money you make, it's not a gold mine, do you know what the concept of three thousand standing troops is?" ”

"Trade can bring more than two thousand gold coins per month to the mountain fort. Anne spoke of trade and gold coins without hesitation, "much less than expected." Mainly because since Alpine Fort became the overlord of the wilderness, it has inadvertently acted as the arbiter of order for the surrounding natives. The intensity of the battle between them has decreased, and there is less need for high-quality weapons than before. ”

"Is the problem that we are too strong?" Richard couldn't help but laugh, this cycle of cause and effect really made him not think of it.

Two thousand gold coins per month is an astronomical amount that can wake up with a smile in a dream for the average pioneer lord or even a viscount. But trying to maintain a standing army of 3,000 men on this basis is clearly not enough.

"Alpine Fort is such a big mess now, you think it's so easy to run?" Buckland smiled with a winning smile.

Richard was embarrassed, he really didn't care much about these chores, although the old white tiger usually likes to complain, but he can really be called a good hand at government affairs.

"There's a lot of money to do. The old white tiger slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip without hurrying, "Don't always think about becoming a fat man by eating in one bite." ”

"Money?" Richard laughed proudly, the depression just now was swept away, and the blind man could see that the goods were full of smugness, "the gold coin is just dung, that thing is too vulgar." ”

Buckland rolled his eyes, looking at him as if he was retarded.