When Xiwei returned to the Emerald Fortress, Clemont and other knights also happened to come back.

They looked dusty and dusty, but at least they still had energy. When they saw King Winter, these cold-faced warriors finally showed smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

"Your Majesty, we have won!"

"The darkness has retreated." Xiwei nodded:

"But we have more important things to do."

His eyes looked at the increasingly busy Emerald Fortress. The logistics staff were pushing the wounded and asking where the medical facilities were. However, there were no medical facilities. There were injured soldiers everywhere. They were sitting near the city wall, or their eyes were dull, or

It's a muffled wail.

Sometimes the troubles after the war are more numerous and complicated than during the war. Wounded soldiers who do not receive timely treatment can easily cause riots.

Plus not everyone is as loyal as the soldiers of Winterfell.

There are also many soldiers from Merton and Kalanli here.

People's hearts may work together in the face of foreign enemies.

But when the foreign enemies disappeared.

Many people may turn into devils.

Just as Xiwei saw at this time.

An officer rummaged through the packages of a wounded soldier.

These injured soldiers were either unconscious or unable to resist.

They could only watch helplessly as the officers confiscated their military pay.

Once they tried to resist, the officer would punch them covertly on the wound, and then the officer would cover their mouths, leaving them to moan in pain and sorrow.

"Wouldn't it be better to be honest?" the officer sneered and walked towards the next victim.

"Roselade, you can't do this!"

The officer's hand was taken. It was his adjutant.

"Shut up!"

The officer growled lowly and looked around for a moment.

His current position is very hidden, surrounded by high walls, with only an arched door connecting the outside, and his head is covered by a canvas, so he does not see the gap between the canvas and the city wall bricks above the high wall.

A pair of sharp eyes.

He used his authority to arrange the wounded soldiers into this small space in order to get the military pay from these wounded soldiers. Maybe the military pay for a soldier was not much, but quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

"These soldiers are seriously injured and they are going to die. Instead of benefiting those who handle the corpses, what's the problem with me taking these belongings in advance?"

The officer thrust a money bag into the adjutant's hand and said seductively:

"Money is only useful in the hands of living people!"

"But..." The adjutant was also a little moved.

He glanced around and found that these soldiers basically had more air coming out and less air coming in. Unless they used multiple healing spells or even water of life, it would be almost difficult to revive them.

"But the Winter King has returned to the fortress." The adjutant swallowed, recalling the king's power in his mind, he couldn't help but tremble, and reminded with trembling lips:

"If he discovers this kind of behavior, you will definitely be executed with the most brutal torture!"

"What are you afraid of? Colt!" the officer named Ross Ryder sneered.

"Now the King of Winter has no time to take care of the soldiers of Merton and Kalanli. His soldiers of Winter also suffered heavy losses. As the King of Winter, do you think he will treat the soldiers of his own country first or treat them equally? Huh?"

"Besides..." He changed the subject:

"I am the Earth Knight of Mayton, and I belong to the Royal Legion of Mayton. Even if he discovers my crimes, he has no power to punish me. That is what King Mayton does, but do you think our Majesty will die for a group of people who should have died?"

Are they going to put me, the Knight of the Earth, to death?”

Adjutant Colt thought of the king who was immersed in magic research all the time.

A soldier's life is just a number to him, even the Earth Knight is just a bigger number.

These are not things that King Mayton would care about.

But which one should be saved, the ordinary soldier or the earth knight?

This king still has brains.

Of course I won't favor those soldiers who are dying.

After thinking about this, Adjutant Colt suddenly felt that there was no big problem in taking away the pay of these seriously injured soldiers who were difficult to recover.

After all, it is impossible for the army to leave with the corpse, and soldiers will be cremated after death.

As for the military pay and valuable gadgets they had on them before they were cremated, those soldiers had already taken them away. He and the officers were just intercepting the coins at the source.

If any soldier is lucky enough to survive.

The same thing happens when they return the money.

"Sir, let me do the dirty work of searching wallets. You go and rest aside. I will make sure to find all the valuable things on these soldiers!"

Adjutant Colt smiled flatteringly, thinking in his mind how much military pay would be collected from so many soldiers.

I don’t know what happened during this time.

The top becomes very generous.

Military pay, which originally took at least one or two months, was paid in full and on time every time.

Now they are completely cheaper.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Search your wallet!?" Officer Roselade laughed and cursed:

"We are helping the wounded soldiers keep their belongings in advance, and then distribute them to them after they are successfully treated, to prevent some stinky rats from stealing our soldiers' hard-earned money. What we are doing now is a great thing!"

Maybe this is the art of speaking...

Adjutant Colt was deeply impressed by this.

He suddenly understood why he was even better than Roselade, who was also an Earth Knight, but in the end he was an officer and he was just an adjutant.

"Yes, you are doing really good things. Do you need me to join in such good things?"

A gentle male voice came from behind.

The canvas was lifted up, and the cold wind rushed in like a frost knife, causing Roselade and Colt to shrink their necks.

This voice is very familiar.

But they couldn't remember who it belonged to.

"Where did you come from, you little brat? Get out of here. If you don't come out, you will be sentenced to leaking military secrets!"

Rosslade did not look back, he was still busy packing the money bag from the seriously wounded soldier.

But the person behind him didn't leave, and the cold wind was still blowing in. Colt seemed to be frozen by the cold wind, motionless.

"Adjutant Colt, get rid of that troublesome soldier!" Roselade shouted.

But no one responded.

"Colt?!" Rosslade's voice gradually rose and he became very impatient.

He was about to reprimand his unreliable subordinate when he heard Colt howl like a pig:

"Your Majesty Winter, I was wrong. Roselade tricked me into participating in this matter. At first, I thought it was wrong. Your Majesty Winter... Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation..."

"Pop!" There was a crisp sound like a wooden board being slapped hard on the pigskin, followed by a "click-" sound, as if something had broken.

Colt's voice stopped abruptly.

Roselade felt chills all over his body. He raised his hands and turned around tremblingly. He saw Colt standing there, his head turned 180 degrees, his eyes bulging and looking at him in horror.

A slap mark on his face has become swollen and turned purple.

And behind Colt.

A handsome knight stood in the cold wind and sneered at him.

The blood-red shawl fluttered behind him in the wind, making a hunting sound.

Next to him stood a petite and beautiful demi-human maid, gently wiping his palms.
Chapter completed!