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"What’s going on with Redman?" John pondered. "Why are we just sitting here? What’s the point?"
John nodded in agreement, realizing that without any benefits, it was strange for so many people to be acting this way.
At glanced around mysteriously and spoke up, "The reason we’re so stable is that the higher-ups have negotiated a deal. This time, forty percent of the spoils from the orc raid will go to us. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be like this."
Forty percent!
That was an enormous figure. To gain forty percent of the wealth accumulated over years at the border without lifting a finger made John feel as if these orcs were working for the nobles. If they deducted what was given to the nobles and accounted for their own expenses, what would be left for these orcs?
Redman quickly asked, "Can these orcs really do anything?"
John chimed in, "Isn’t this like them working for us?"
"Working? You’re right, John, it is like working. But these orcs aren’t fools. What we want is just the forty percent from the port right now; we didn’t ask for anything before the counterattack. They’re taking away much more than we are."
Baron Art leaned closer to the map, observing the positions of both sides with a look of helplessness.
"You think the upper echelons don’t know about this? Actually, this is also what the Governor wants. If we start fighting, Blink County might just disappear."
Baron Art didn’t continue; there were deeper issues at play involving local nobles and royal authority.
Currently, the invasion of Blink County was merely a matter concerning a few major tribes from the Orc Kingdom. Compared to them, Blink County still had advantages and could negotiate terms.
Once things escalated into a full-blown war, Blink County wouldn’t have the capability to fight against the entire Orc Kingdom. At that point, they would have to request the king’s intervention. Whether they won or lost, Blink County would face a complete reshuffle; it wouldn’t be up to the current nobles anymore.
It was better this way—nobles could gain wealth without having to storm cities, and the orcs got what they wanted without anyone losing anything.
Redman and John were too low in rank; Baron Art couldn’t share such matters with them. Even At wouldn’t know so much if he weren’t from the Count of Monte Cristo family; they could only guess at these complexities on their own.
Redman and John exchanged glances, not understanding why At wouldn’t speak up. They knew better than to ask questions that weren’t meant to be asked; after all, they had gotten what they wanted from this campaign.
One should learn to be content.
"Your Excellency Legion Commander, we should withdraw now; our horses and carriages need a rest," one of them suggested.
At didn’t say much more and waved his hand to signal them to proceed as they wished.
Exiting the military tent and following the soldiers’ guidance, the two made their way back to their own encampment.
As soon as Redman entered his tent and saw no one around, he quickly brought up their earlier conversation. "What did that guy At mean just now? I didn’t quite get it."
Shaking his head and pondering for a long time, John admitted he couldn’t figure it out either. In his previous life, he had been just an ordinary employee with no exposure to such intricate power plays.
"Brother, it’s not our business; let’s not worry about it. Let’s just focus on being good nobles."
Redman understood, but he sighed, feeling as if he was supposed to be getting smarter, yet it just wasn’t happening. You know that feeling, right?
I know. How could John not understand? It was just like with his former boss; he would say something, and as an employee, John grasped a little of it—though not much—and there was no way to ask for clarification. It was frustrating.
Life didn’t stop for John’s wishes; he still had to move forward.
Time to train, John!
Yeah, time to train!
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