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Eight large wooden boxes were placed inside Baron Art's tent, drawing the attention of the nobles from the four regiments under the Third Legion. They gathered around, eyes fixed on the boxes, fearful that a moment's distraction might cost them their share.
At the sight of the goods, I pulled two boxes over to my feet. "I won't look anymore. According to the rules, I take two boxes; do you have any objections?"
No one shook their heads. As the leader of the Third Legion, I represented their interests, and it was only right that they accepted my claim without question, even if they were aware of Count of Monte Cristo lurking behind them.
Without Baron Art's leadership, they might have been like other minor nobles, off raiding in the wild instead of comfortably collecting their share here.
"The remaining five boxes will be divided among your four regiments—one for each noble. As for the last box, it goes to the soldiers below."
"Understood."
John and his group were already being generous; after all, it was normal not to distribute money to those below. For nobles, commoners were just that—commoners. It was within my rights to give them something, but not giving was also considered normal.
I began to pry open the treasure chests. Although not all of it belonged to me, the moment I opened a chest filled me with shock and satisfaction.
My treasures.
Gazing at the golden ring on top, an evil thought surged through John's mind. But upon seeing the Transcendent Knights nearby, reason quickly returned.
I continued helping everyone arrange various treasures neatly.
After opening four boxes, Redman pulled out a transparent gem and rushed over to the flames with an exclamation.
"Wow! It's an Orc Volcano Gem!"
"Volcanic Jade?"
Upon hearing this, everyone crowded around.
One noble confirmed its authenticity and quickly began bidding to claim the Volcanic Jade for himself.
"I'll give you ten gold coins for it!" he declared.
"Ten gold coins? For such a rare item? I'll give twenty gold coins!"
"What is Volcanic Jade?" John whispered to Redman, confused about why it commanded such a price. "What is it? Why is it so valuable?"
Redman carefully placed the fist-sized Volcanic Jade in the center of a nearby table before explaining to John.
"Volcanic Jade comes from deep within the Orc Kingdom's active volcanoes and only appears during eruptions. They come in various forms."
Listening intently, John reached out to touch the surface of the Volcanic Jade. It felt remarkably like silicon dioxide—a reaction product formed by high-temperature burning of boric acid and limestone.
It might be hard to understand, but to put it another way, it's glass.
Once John grasped what it was, he stopped fixating on the other treasures around him. Although he didn't compete for that piece of glass, he realized he had discovered a way to make money. After all, there were twelve noble families present, and at the current price, a fist-sized piece of Volcanic Jade was worth nearly three hundred gold coins.
Once he returned to his territory, he could try his hand at Ancient Glassmaking. This was a solid plan; he wouldn't have to worry about money in the future.
Time flowed by in silence.
The orcs finally finished transporting the plundered goods and handed over Garon Pass to the Human Camp.
John lay on top of the high fortress, watching the soldiers below celebrating their victory. Perhaps this situation was the best outcome—no fighting and no casualties.
Redman climbed up to the battlements and finally spotted John.
"What are you doing up here? Marquis Duvas has arrived; he's planning to hold a banquet in the inner city," Redman said.
"Brother, do you really think we won?" John replied, resting his chin on the parapet and gazing blankly at the rising sun in the distance.
Redman was puzzled; he couldn't understand why John looked so troubled. They had won the battle and gained land—wasn't that good?
John furrowed his brow and voiced his concerns. "Brother, you say we gained benefits this time, but what about next time? We must remember that our recent failure is still fresh in our minds."
Redman began to understand John's worries. They might have profited this time, but who knew if they would become cannon fodder in the next battle?
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