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Locke first touched his magic backpack and dug it in, and when he pulled it out again, there was a cloth bag in his hand.

"Give this to the Grand Inspector, it's a small contribution I can make for the Crusaders."

Shiloh took the heavy bag, couldn't help but look deeper, and immediately smacked his tongue.

This bag is densely packed with shiny gold coins.

"It's... Legionnaire, what are you—" Shiloh asked, a little surprised.

"Give this money to the Grand Prosecutor, and it will be my last worth." Locke said with some embarrassment.

Now he understood why the waitress Demitina immediately took him to the priest for the 1,000 gold coins he had donated, and the 1,000 gold coins at that time were a real huge amount of money, which must have ended up in the pockets of the Crusaders, and maybe the money was spent on the Fifth Legion.

In addition, he is also sorry for his deception, but he really does not want to take out all the money, first of all, it is not clear to explain, and secondly, the money is crucial to his subsequent plans.

Perhaps the Grand Prosecutor has always wanted to ask himself where the money came from, right?

"This..."Shiloh looked at Locke in surprise, maybe so much money was the savings of the family behind Locke, but Locke actually donated it.

"It's 500 gold coins, give them to the Grand Inspector. We, the Crusader soldiers, cannot defend our homes while resisting the cold. We want to help them as much as possible. ”

Locke looked at the bag of money and said, to be honest, he didn't realize the importance of gold coins before, but now he really realized it.

"Captain, please get your money back." Major Hudson came out and said, "There is no such thing as a misappropriation of the property of officers and soldiers in our crusaders. Moreover, this is also a matter for us in the crusaders, not for you, and you should not and do not have to pay for it. ”

"No, it's not encroachment, it's a voluntary donation." Locke shook his head in denial of Hudson's claims. "Now that my family is alone, it's useless for me to keep this money now, rather than staying on my body to get moldy, it is better to donate it so that our soldiers can spend the winter in peace."

Hudson and Shiloh looked at each other, there was no such habit of giving money within the Crusaders, and what nobleman would think that he had more money? In the consciousness of the army aristocrats, the army belongs to the army, and they are their own, and everyone is very clear, and they will definitely not use their family's property to develop the army like Locke.

Each noble family has its own secrets, and when the family is in danger of collapse, the rest of the people have the responsibility to rise to the family.

In their opinion, the money in Locke's hand is the money to prepare for the rise of the family, and now he has taken it out like this.

Shiloh was a little overwhelmed with the money bag in her hand, she didn't know whether to keep it or return it. The money burned a little in her hands.

"Let's go, don't forget what I've told you. I still have something to talk about with the deputy commander, and you will personally send the money to the monastery with the soldiers in a while, and do not delay. ”

Looking at the hesitant Shiloh, Locke urged.

Shiloh saw that Locke didn't seem to be joking, so he had to put the money bag in his bag. She bowed deeply to Locke, then turned away.

"Did you really decide to do this?" Watching Shiloh walk out, Major Hudson couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, I've decided." Locke turned to face him and affirmed, "We've been preparing for a long time, and it's time to get out and do something." ”

"No, I'm not talking about that." Hudson looked at him with surprise in his eyes, and he shook his head. "I'm talking about money."

"Is it worth it? Your clan should put the hope of rising on you, and you now..."

"The kingdom is gone, what's the use of keeping this money?" Locke interrupted his questioning and said without hesitation, "Do you want to take this money and run to other kingdoms to survive?" When an exiled nobleman? Is it blind? Rather than that, I chose to die in Lordaeron and shed my last drop of blood for it! ”

Major Hudson looked at the slightly young regiment commander in front of him with some surprise, he didn't expect that in Locke's heart, Lordaeron's position was so important, and he looked at Locke with some shock for a while.

It is true that the nobles are loyal to the kingdom of Lordaeron, and these nobles in the army are able to fight for Lordaeron all their lives. But they will also leave a way out for their family in private, and they can't have the courage to fight for Lordaeron like Locke.

No, it's not about courage, it's about those who need to rely on them behind them. People are selfish, let alone aristocrats who stand in the management class.

For a time, Major Hudson was helpless, ashamed, and moved.

"All right, Legion Commander. I will cooperate with you in this work of moving forward in the Silver Pine Forest. Major Hudson looked at Locke and reassured, "I will also mobilize the nobles of our army to donate some money to our crusaders." ”

"No, it's not necessary." Locke directly repudiated Major Hudson's last statement, "Not every officer noble, every family has so much money. This is my own decision, it has nothing to do with you, and I don't want to promote it in the army. ”

"This is the order, Major Hudson!" Locke saw that Hudson wanted to say something, so he said solemnly to the old major.

"Alright, Legion Commander." Hudson straightened up and raised his hand in salute. "May the Light be with you!"

Locke nodded, and Hudson turned and left the command.

Locke simply packed up his books in the command and took them back to his residence, where he needed to tidy up his things.

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Inside the stable, a young soldier is tending to a war horse. He put hay in a manger, added some dried beans and salt, and fed the horses.

"It's so cold." He muttered, placing the bag of grain in his hand under a nearby wooden wall.

Above him, the side windows of the stables were blowing a cold wind into the stables.

The soldier couldn't help but shove the scarf around his neck into the armor, but even then he felt the cold wind burrow into his body through the cracks in the armor, and the biting cold eroded his will.

He couldn't help but shiver and rubbed his frozen, red hands. Then he hugged the hay piled up on the ground, put the hay in the stable, and kept the dozen or so war horses warm.

"Gaines! Gaines?! Are you in there? A voice called out his name outside.

"I'm here! Captain Hart "The young soldier hurriedly began to get busy, he took a brush, gently brushed off the dirt from each horse, and hurriedly hid the dung from the feet of all the horses with hay.

A middle-aged corporal walked in.

"Captain Hart, what's the matter?" The young soldier gently brushed the war horse with a brush, and said with a little uneasiness.

Gaines had heard of Corporal Hart's former history, originally the captain of the convent stables, brought from the convent stables by the corps captain. Corporal Hart is very dedicated, the war horses he takes care of are fat and strong, rarely sick, and all the war horses are unusually clean.

This made his soldiers in charge of raising horses extremely painful, and the workload was too great without him. Each soldier is responsible for at least 10 horses, and is responsible for their hygiene, cleaning, feeding, and disease prevention every day. These are nothing to the old grooms, but for these new recruits who have just joined the crusaders, it is a bit of a cumbersome.

What's more, Corporal Hart has stricter requirements, which also makes recruit Gaines a little resistant, and he always takes advantage of his own time to work at a discount.

The manure on the ground had to be cleaned up a long time ago, because of him, the manure was not cleaned up. Now that Captain Hart is here, he's going to have to hide the.

"Hey, boy, aren't you cold," Hart said with a smile as he looked at his face turning blue from the cold, "Go back to the barracks, there is a set of warm clothes on your bed, go and change into it." ”

Looking at the hesitant recruits, Corporal Hart picked up the shovel in the corner, shoveled the hay off the dung, and began to dispose of the dung.

"I'll do the work here, go change your clothes."

Recruit Gaines saluted Corporal Hart with a blushing face and ran to his lodgings.

"You boys, I've played with all these tricks before." Hart laughed and shook his head, scooping away the manure from the horse's feet. "Keeping the stables hygienic is very important for the health of our horses, and it is also responsible for our cavalry."

Recruit Gaines ran all the way back to his room, where many of the soldiers who had joined the army were happily changing their clothes.

"I didn't expect that as soon as we joined the Fifth Legion, the Crusaders gave us winter clothes, and I thought I was going to shiver all winter like I used to."

"Hey, the Reserve Corps next door doesn't have any of that!"

"Wow! This cloak looks warm and must be comfortable to wear. A recruit said, touching his thick cloak.

"The cloak is worn while standing guard and marching in the field, you don't want you to have this beautiful cloak smeared with the scent of war horse feces when you raise horses, do you?"

"This cotton liner is really much better when worn under the armor, and finally there is no longer the feeling of wearing a tin can that leaks on all sides.

Gaines squeezed past his excited teammates and ran to his bedside, where he placed a package.

Recruit Gaines opened the package and took out the clothes inside, he took off his armor without looking, and quickly put the liner on his body.

Feeling much warmer when he put on his armor, Gaineston picked up the white mask and put it on his head.

The originally frozen face gradually began to ease.

Gaines couldn't help but smirk.

Although the military salary is paid slowly, this dress is worth it!