The tent fell silent once more.
Objections?
Who would dare object?
Capturing the enemy Kingdom's Crown Prince was an achievement worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.
Helping to slay the enemy's Commander-in-Chief was, by itself, enough to merit a promotion in rank.
Based on these two accomplishments alone, no reward given to him would be excessive.
"Since no one objects, this matter is settled."
Luke finalized the decision.
"Effective immediately, all Lords may send their men to the supply depot to exchange for supplies with their order slips."
The meeting concluded, and the Lords departed one after another, each with their own thoughts.
Barton walked over to Raylo and clapped him heavily on the shoulder.
"Good lad! You've really done it! From now on, you'll be the wealthiest Lord in the Northern Territory! Next time I visit, we'd better be drinking from golden goblets!"
Raylo chuckled.
"You're welcome anytime, Count Barton."
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