The raid on Shadralo came to an end on the fifth day of the breach, and the horn of the assembled troops sounded twelve times.

"Carlos, how to determine the share of the booty handed over by the soldiers." At a meeting of the nobles, General Audren asked.

"My personal opinion is that it is five or five, after all, the garrison and the dead also need subsidies." Carlos and the surrounding nobles discussed a few words symbolically, giving their opinions.

"Well, it's very good, I agree, so let's vote." General Audren nodded.

Vote through guò.

"Well, what do the dwarf brothers say, is it really okay for us to leave them for a meeting?" Biglas questioned.

"It's just a symbolic inquiry afterwards, didn't you already say that you would use the Terminator Fortress to pay off the debt?" Glyan recently fell in love with a tonic called Bilian, and her face was red from it.

The two mobilization of the Storm Griffin Regiment to fight, as well as the various war materials provided by the Eagle's Nest Mountain, in fact, the human beings owe a large amount of debt to the dwarves, so Carlos has been agreed by all the nobles before proposing the plan of using the fortress to pay off the debt, and the envoy has gone to the Eagle's Nest Mountain to negotiate with the Grand Lord Metz.

"As for the implementation of the matter of exchanging troll heads for bounties mentioned earlier, there are still many troll heads in the hands of soldiers. If you don't put it away, your subordinates will have a string of heads pinned to their waists dangling in front of you at any time. Collect it, those soldiers who handed it in without compensation will not make a fuss. "There are very real questions being asked.

"This is easy to do, you go down and tell your subordinates, when the statistical work of the battle results will be completed and the money will be paid. It is necessary to divert the contradictions and let the soldiers make trouble on their own. "General Audren seems to be in a good mood and doesn't mind teaching others how to lead his troops.

"Then how will I explain to the soldiers if the confiscation is finished?" Someone continued to ask questions, but was met with disdainful gaze from others.

"I'm about to retreat, and if I have a problem, I'll go to the king to complain!" Glaine couldn't stand it anymore and reprimanded.

"Well, well, if nothing else, I'll say a few more words." Carlos saw that the scene was quiet, and he stood up.

"The soldiers fought bloodily, and we can't treat them badly (don't think about deducting money from Qiu Ba). In the revenge of destroying the temple and destroying the mausoleum, we seized a number of old troll artifacts (yellow, white, and colorful). These cultural relics are not worth much, but they are very collectible, so let's discuss the auction (spoils sharing conference). Carlos said seriously.

"No, that's ......," Biglas's words were drowned out in a sea of cheers.

"Please be quiet, please be quiet, pay attention to the image, gentlemen." General Odren stepped forward to maintain order.

"According to the usual practice (the previous private agreement), the best must be dedicated to our great King Aiden, so I think the three statues in the temple are pretty good." Carlos continued.

But no one answered. Shall we divide the gold and silver, and give the king three large stones? You all know that the eldest young master of your Barov family is already opposed to the king in terms of position, and this is too much.

"Well, hmph, we'll talk about this later, let's talk about the rules of the auction." Seeing that the scene froze, General Odren hurried to round the field.

"The kingdom of Alterac has paid a great price to support us in this war, and the little wealth obtained in Shadralo will of course replenish the empty treasury, and when the excavation of the underground mausoleum is completed, how about we still open our minds?" Carlos smiled kindly.

The audience cheered, and the meeting ended successfully.

A group of people with all their own ghosts left the venue satisfied.

"Little friend, according to the division you mentioned, the Barov family is only afraid that it will be miserable, Aiden's guy is no longer providing food, and the current military rations of the coalition army are all supported by your father." Biglas finds Carlos, in a kind reminder.

"The men of the Barov family, if they have kindness, they will repay their kindness, and if they have revenge, how can they treat their friends who are willing to be with Barov." Carlos said righteously.

"Sometimes, prestige isn't more important than a loaf of bread." Biglas's well-intentioned persuasion.

"Uncle, you have received your kindness, but at this time, the benefits outweigh the losses." Carlos replied.

"I hope so." Biglas patted Carlos on the shoulder.

Back in his tent, Carlos took off a professional smile on his face.

"Uncle Fang Brick, how is the plan going?"

"It's very smooth, the large utensils and everything are gone, but the jewels and rare metals are hidden, and it won't take much time for your thieves to sneak them out. The dwarves are not good birds, and have done their work, and Metz agrees to compensate us privately, leaving us with whatever we can't transport away. Fang Brick replied.

"Well done, cut the big head in half, and divide the rest into five or five ends, Uncle Fang Brick, I won't forget your share." Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

"The nobility is really dirty." Fang Brick sadly found that he was not averse to doing such dirty work.

In the dead of night, the bald brother snuck into Carlos' tent.

"Big young master, it's already arranged." The healed bald brother took Carlos' place and lay down on the bed, and Carlos changed into Todd's clothes and left the tent with a wig to pretend to wake up at night.

After several rounds of dressing and disguise, Carlos arrives at a stone hut built by trolls, accompanied by a secretly arranged escort. Signaling his men to arrange the position of the wind and the guards, Carlos walked into the hut alone.

"Mr. Oka, I admire your courage for daring to sneak into Shadralo in secret."

"Lord Carlos, it's also a faux pas on my side to learn your name for so long."

"If I don't have a satisfactory explanation, you probably won't be able to get out of here completely."

"My words will surely please you."

"For example?"

"For example, the ransom fee paid to you personally."

"Oh?"

"The trolls are willing to ransom you for Shadralo, as long as you stop your men's destruction of the city and farmland."

"That's not cheap."

"How about two hundred bags of such golden sands."

Oka handed Carlos a pocket sewn of animal skin.

"Four hundred of them."

Carlos weighed his weight, and the lion opened his mouth.

In the quiet night, only the chirping of autumn cicadas remains.

"Yes."

Carlos counted eighty-nine heartbeats, and Oka replied.

Shameless tricks and deals, calculations and calculations between allies, this war in the name of revenge ends at a moment that has nothing to do with revenge.

That night, no one except the participants found Carlos leaving his tent.

Within five days, the coalition forces completed preparations for the distribution of spoils and withdrawal.

Barring the odds, the soldiers can return to their warm homes before the New Year.

The night of Hinterland began to frost.