It's not easy to go from one victory to another, but it's easy to go from one defeat to another.

The defeated Herodian army on the battlefield has not encountered a single good thing since it surrendered and conceded defeat.

Originally, under the leadership of the top nobles, the army of everyone hated the same enemy, but now it is also divided internally.

Some people chose to be loyal to the demons in order to survive, and some signed an agreement that was enough to bankrupt the family, and lived a life without fear for the time being.

The magician has become a slave who has been squeezed of his magic power, and the tough guys who do not give in are either hiding from the cat or accompanying the demons to military exercises under persecution.

This kind of military exercise is too realistic, so the lord of the exercise headquarters has set a high casualty index for the exercise according to the actual situation - the undead will not die anyway, so the indicators are all for the Herodians.

In this seemingly uncruel atmosphere, but in fact it was desperate and discouraged, the Herodians' will to resist was completely destroyed, and the only one who supported them was the Prince.

The Great Knight of Herod was the head of all the noble knights, a genius warrior who won the favor of the god of light and order, the ultimate winner of countless duels in martial arts, and a hero that the Herodian people were proud of.

As a result, in front of everyone's eyes, the prince was actually defeated by a little female slave girl of the demon lord, and he lost completely, and everyone could see that he had no hope of winning.

It is true that the prince rode a griffin in a flight accident, and it is not true that he was injured and out of state, but the prisoners of war did not want to believe it, and their spiritual support was thus defeated.

If Prince Lingus can't hold on anymore, what's the point of his resistance and unyielding?

"Your reinforcements won't come," Vincent declared bluntly, "the king is now in a constant constant of quarrels with the nobles and nobles, who are thinking of their own interests, but no one thinks of you."

"Every day you look at the border, do you ever see a Herodian soldier or a Herodian banner?"

"You are fighting here bloodily and do not want to give in, but without a man, your wives and children are being bullied, and the old king next door is making fun of your foolish loyalties in your bed."

"Don't let the nobles be left alone, the conspirators in your family are really ready to take away your territory and property, and not a single soldier will be sent to save you!"

"The king would rather pay to fight the orc tribes in the north than come to redeem you, your loyalty is really for being blind, and I feel sorry for you as a demon."

"Even if I receive a copper ransom in time, I can let you go, but what about the money?"

"Your blood has been shed in vain, and it means nothing but to make the nearby land fertile! Whoever is advocating war, who is not saving everyone in the face of death, is the murderer of everyone!"

"Your Excellency has agreed to the conditions on behalf of everyone, and now if you do not reply or are refused, it means that the kingdom has given up on you, or you have been sentenced to death."

"If His Majesty can even give up his own brother, then you'd better start praying now, maybe only the gods can save you."

Vincent, who was also anxious to collect the money, was calm on the surface, and talked at length in front of the captives, which did not play any substantive role except to increase the despair of the captives.

Of course, for the monsters who crave negative emotions, the increasing pain and despair of the POWs is their best snack.

Or the lord is calm, with a long-term vision, those previous demon generals are war maniacs, and when they see the enemy, they can't wait to slaughter them all on the spot, and after a moment of refreshment, all the monsters have lost the torture and happiness of the trickle.

Although the lower members of the Demon Race did not have the complex and diverse emotions of other races, and their allegiance came mainly from contract and majesty, Vincent established his authority among his subordinates.

I don't know if it was because the gods were kind-hearted and couldn't see the believers suffering, or if Vincent's rich experience in the race was so rich that his mouth opened up, and the night after the female knight beat the prince, the god really appeared.

Didn't participate in the battle, all the time in the day

Bishop Bellman, who was stationed in Mizumura, suddenly came to visit Vincent.

For an old and frail bishop, coming to visit the demon clan in the middle of the night must have a reason to come.

"Good evening, Bishop, you come late at night, sit down and have a cup of hot tea." Vincent quietly observed the bishop's expression while soaking in the tea leaves that the caravan had roasted after it arrived, "I've been too busy lately to visit you."

With a kind smile on his face characteristic of the priesthood, the bishop picked up the teacup made by Vincent, and put it down gently without drinking it.

"The water is a little hot." The bishop said, "Why don't you take your time for something?"

"No way, it's the first time to fight such a big battle, and I'm inexperienced." Vincent said as he turned the teacup with levitation magic to keep the water from spilling, "I like to drink hot tea, and I don't intend to cool things down."

"The terms agreed to by the prince have been received by the kingdom."

"It should be like this, I'm afraid that they won't know, and I'm even more afraid that they will send it to the royal capital slowly."

The bishop took a few sips of hot tea, and fine sweat oozed from his bare forehead.

"It won't be delayed, this time His Majesty has already left the royal city. This is what the Catholics in the church told me."

"Hehe, brotherhood, do you want to go to prison here and reunite?" Vincent sneered and asked, "How many Herodians have come, and I calculate if their treasury can come up with that much ransom."

In the face of the arrogant Vincent, Bishop Bellman did not care, he finally drank the tea in the small cup, gently wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and behaved elegantly and decently.

"My friend, it is in our interest that the king has come to settle the dispute, not to expand it." "But you are right," said the bishop, for the staggering amount of ransom money has just been fought...... The defeated Herodeku will not be able to take it."

"Then the king came in vain, I don't think his face can reduce the compensation." Vincent's face was full of unhappiness, "It's okay if you don't want to pay the money, I support the installment repayment, send the supplies and slaves I want, I can release a group of people first."

In addition to the million-dollar ransom, Vincent devised an exchange scheme that allowed the ransom to be paid with trade routes, customs duties, taxes, supplies, or slaves.

From the beginning, it was unlikely that the kingdom could afford to lose such an exaggerated amount.

Vincent didn't expect them to come up with that much gold—there was so much money, and it was more economical for the Herodes to use it for war.

"Supplies could be levied from all the realms, and slaves were on call, and not only was the amount of ransom too large, but the king was also worried about it." "In order to avoid war and to keep the kingdom from bankruptcy and turmoil, the Merciful Church decided to pay a ransom for the kingdom of Herodes, only to allow the captured believers to return to their homes and reunite with their relatives."

The white lotus of the church has finally come to an end...... This was not what Vincent expected.

However, there is no need to worry about the financial resources of the church, and the annual donations of believers are more stable than taxes, and the foundation is very thick.

In addition, the territory and population of the church were not a few, and a down payment for the Herodians was only a drop in the bucket.

"If you agree to the release of the Prince and the other nobles, half of the tax will be paid soon, and I vouch for you on behalf of the Church." The bishop swore that "you don't believe in the Herodes, but you should always believe in this old friend of mine."