"Mercenary group?"

Wren didn't know much about the mercenary group, so he was a little skeptical, "Can their strength compete with the Mordu nobles?"

The seven nobles of Modu have cultivated private armies in each territory, and have even developed a unique branch of extraordinary professions, which are not only powerful, but also numerical and large-scale beyond the ability of ordinary mercenary groups.

Even with such a powerful mercenary group, the remuneration is frighteningly high, and it may be beyond one's means.

"My lord, there are several large mercenary groups in Modu that are very strong, so it will be no problem for them to guard the castle and maintain order and collect taxes in the territory. ”

Fabian saw Wren's concern about the remuneration and continued: "There is a tax in the treasury that was collected not long ago, and it has not had time to send it away, and there are more than 30,000 gold in total, which is enough to hire a large mercenary group for more than three months. ”

"It's so cheap. "Wren was a bit surprised.

The ledger that Fabian had just handed in had compiled the tax collection data of the county of Glamorgan over the past few years.

That's an average of nearly two million gold per year!

Of course, it is impossible for all this money to go into the lord's pocket, and one must be handed over to the duke to which he belongs, and the empire must also take a part, these two are the big ones, and the rest is less than forty percent.

This is the real income of the lord, which is used to maintain the castle, hire servants, and maintain a large number of subordinates, maintain daily expenses, and so on.

One of the biggest expenses is the formation of a private army.

The violent groups of this world are all made up of transcendental beings. Even the weakest first-level transcendents, their salaries are dozens or even thousands of times that of ordinary people, and they also have to provide their weapons and equipment, training grounds, cultivation resources, mounts, allowances, and daily consumption......

It's like a bottomless pit!

The previous governors of Glamorgan were not lords, and they had no right or motivation to form a private army, and the castle guards were all recruited, semi-mercenary, and not an army at all.

The governor put all the taxes collected into the pockets of the Modu nobles.

The specific distribution is only clear to the nobles of the Modu family.

Wren predicts that when he fully controls the territory, he will have an annual income of at least 500,000 gold, and if he can hire a large mercenary group for 30,000 gold, it will definitely be a very cost-effective deal to use it for a few months.

As for the loyalty of the mercenary group, whether it will be bought, there is a soul eye to secretly observe at any time, he doesn't have to worry too much.

Wren thought about it for a moment and nodded, "This plan is feasible. ”

Fabian was very happy, his first proposal was accepted by the lord, and said positively: "My lord, I have some contacts in this area, please allow me to contact the outside world in the name of my lord, and let out a little rumor, and the result should be at noon tomorrow." ”

Someone else might wonder about Fabian's motives.

However, Wren could see that the wind elves had no dissenting intentions, and immediately agreed.

After receiving his approval, Fabian hurried away.

Wren walked around the castle and asked people to move all the documents and ledgers left by the previous chief to the study, and began to read at night.

As a lord, you must know your territory well.

The permanent population of the territory, the sphere of influence, the land, the buildings and their owners, the shops, the company, the streets, the taxes of previous years, etc., Wren copied them all into his mobile phone while flipping through them.

With the help of his personal library, his reading efficiency has been greatly improved, and by the time he is late at night, Wren has a deeper understanding of his territory.

In addition, he also created a data sheet in his mobile phone, which looks more intuitive.

The night faded, and before I knew it, it was dawn.

Wren put down the last piece of information, he didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel the slightest sleepiness, and he was still in good spirits.

Walking out of the spacious and luxurious study and standing on the balcony, Wren greeted the rising sun, took a deep breath, and stretched his muscles.

From the balcony you can see most of the castle and the hill below.

Several knights in silver armor stood like sculptures at various sentry posts and on top of the castle walls, not letting their guard down all night.

This was the arrangement of Pansil and Mondba, who divided the limited manpower into two shifts and rotated the guard.

"Twenty knights in silver suits, that's too little. ”

Wren shook his head, the Blue Water High Castle was several times larger than the average castle, and with the city wall at the foot of the hill and the mountain, even two hundred guards could not take care of both defense and patrol.

Such a large castle is like a sieve, and it is too easy for the enemy to try to get in.

He hadn't slept last night, in fact, he was on guard against the enemy who was very likely to sneak in, and unexpectedly, he had a smooth night.

Standing on a high place, his eyes swept over most of the castle, but he found no trace of the enemy.

"The Mordu nobles are a little more cautious than I thought. Wren whispered.

Osiria's voice rang out from the side: "They are not fools, and they will not send people to your death until they know the details of your weapons." ”

A smile appeared on Wren's face, and that was exactly what he wanted.

The heavy machine gun is not so terrible in the battle of the legendary powerhouse, but under the legend, it is definitely a big killing weapon, and with one gun in hand, it can slaughter a hundred times the number of enemies!

It is not easy to cultivate the armed forces of the Modu nobles, and they spend countless wealth, of course, they don't want to be buried under the gun.

Wren could foresee that the other party would never dare to attack the castle on a large scale, or even set foot in the territory.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept over Osiria.

The dragon mage had been following invisibly until the night, and she was in her study when she was confusing with Fabian, and Fabian was completely unaware of her presence.

There were many times when Osilia wanted to ask out loud, but she held back.

Now, she finally couldn't contain her curiosity.

"Your Excellency, you invented that soul gun?"

"Of course. Wren shrugged his shoulders calmly, "You saw it with your own eyes, I made it in the machine workshop." ”

"I don't understand. Osiria frowned.

The nature of the rainbow dragon makes her have a strong desire for unknown knowledge.

She thought about it all night, but she didn't understand the principle, obviously there was no magic application, and there was no soul power fluctuation when she fired, but it had such a terrifying power.

The kind of dense gunfire has never been seen before.

It still seems to be echoing in her ears until now, and the thought of it makes her heart tremble.

If she hadn't seen it made by Wren and said it was a legendary weapon, she wouldn't have doubted it.

"It's called Rambo's Gun, and it's my secret. Wren looked serious, he certainly wouldn't be kind enough to explain the mechanics of the machine gun to her.

"Rambo's Spear ......" Osiria nodded, not asking any more questions, but her face was still tangled.

Wren returned to his study and began his meditation for the day, while replenishing all the spells used on the rune book.

At noon, Fabian returned to the castle and reported the results to Wren.

After lunch, Wren got into the car and drove out of the castle.

He traveled without fanfare, only taking Fabian and the secret Osiria with him, and leaving Pansil to guard the castle.

A moment later, a huge building appeared in front of him.

"Hammer Arena!"

Wren got out of the car and looked at the building in front of him, it was a Romanesque gladiatorial arena, all made of stones, the whole was oval, the stone columns and arches were stacked, one layer higher than one floor, and the highest point was more than thirty meters, which was magnificent and impressive.

Outside the arena, the streets are bustling with people, like a wet market, crowded with rows of stalls selling all kinds of goods, food and wine, and people huddle together to talk and talk.

Human transcendents can be found everywhere, mixed with a large number of alien races.

Wren just glanced at it and saw several elves, wood elves, wind elves, sea elves, and even two high elves.

Other races are also around.

In addition to the common dwarven elves, there are stout orcs from different clans with different tattoos, tall and powerful barbarians, trolls with fangs, minotaurs who move hills, dwarfs and gnomes, and so on.

Wren was dazzled, there were races he couldn't immediately identify.

It's like going to a zoo, or a race fair.

He finally realized that Ehrenus was a complex world, and there were countless intelligent races besides humans.

In the arena, there were bursts of enthusiastic cheers, and there should be a performance going on.

"My lord, please come with me. Fabian whispered.

"Well, you lead the way. ”

Wren followed Fabian through the crowd and climbed up to the top floor of the arena into a luxurious box at the noble-only entrance on the side of the arena, along a hidden passageway.

The box faces the infield, and the entire wall has been opened to overlook the arena.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by a deafening sound.

"Sicarius!"

"Sicarius!"

"Sicarius ......"

In the middle of the arena is a long strip-shaped giant pit, ten meters deep, surrounded by a circle of seats, the position in the back row is getting higher and higher, can accommodate twenty or thirty thousand people, at this moment most of the arena is seated, crowded.

People stood up and shouted hoarsely into the field.

In the eyes of the soul, the souls of the audience are red, and they are in a very excited state.

Wren looked into the middle of the arena, where a tall figure with his upper body exposed.

He was more than two meters tall and obviously not human, with knotted muscles all over his body, thick limbs, several steel javelins on his back, a heavy giant sword in his hand, short black hair, facial features carved from Dali, sharp edges and corners, deep eyes, standing there to accept the cheers of the people.

At his feet, several corpses were already lying on their backs, blood forming pools on the ground of the arena.

Wren only glanced at it, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Is this Sicarius a barbarian? or a half-giant?"