Warhammer Wizard

　　 "The mercenary group?"

　　 Ren didn't know much about the mercenary group, so he was a little doubtful, "Can their strength compete with the Mordu nobles?"

　　 The seven nobles of Modu have cultivated private armaments in each domain, and even developed unique and extraordinary professional branches. Not only are they powerful, but the scale of numbers is not comparable to that of ordinary mercenary groups.

　　 Even with such a powerful mercenary group, the rewards are terribly high, and may be beyond their own limits.

　　 "My lord, there are several large mercenary groups in Moroccan. It will be okay for them to guard the castle, maintain order and collect taxes in the territory."

Fabian saw Renn’s concern about remuneration, and continued: “There is a tax that was collected not long ago in the vault, and it has not had time to send it away. There is a total of more than 30,000 yuan, enough to hire a large mercenary group for more than three. Months."

　　 "It's so cheap." Renn was a little surprised.

　　 Fabian just turned in the ledger, summarizing the taxation data of the Earl of Glamorgan in the past few years.

　　 An average of nearly 2 million gold per year!

　　 Of course, it is impossible for all of this money to go into the pocket of the lord. One has to be handed over to the duke to which it belongs, and the empire has to take part of it. These two sums are the bulk of the money, and the remaining is less than 40%.

　　 This 40% is the real income of the lord, which is used to maintain the castle, hire servants, raise a large number of people, maintain regular expenses, and so on.

　　 One of the biggest expenses is the formation of a private army.

　　 The violent groups in this world are all composed of extraordinary people. Even the weakest first-level transcendents, their salary is dozens or even thousands of times that of ordinary people. In addition, they must provide their weapons and equipment, training venues, training resources, mounts, allowances, and often consume... …

　　 This is like a bottomless pit!

　　 The previous directors of Glamorgan were not lords, and had no right or motivation to form a private army. If you can save, you can save. The castle guards are all recruited, and they are semi-mercenarios and not an army at all.

　　 The general manager put all the taxes collected into the pockets of the Modu nobles.

　　Only the nobles in Modu know exactly how to allocate it.

　　 Rehn predicts that when he fully controls his territory, he will earn at least 500,000 gold per year. If 30,000 gold can invite a large mercenary group, it will be a very cost-effective business for a few months.

　　 As for the loyalty of the mercenary group, whether it will be bought by others, the eyes of the soul can observe secretly at any time, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

　　 Rehn thought for a moment and nodded: "This plan is feasible."

Fabian was very happy, and his first proposal was accepted by the lord. He actively said: "My lord, I have some contacts in this area. Please allow me to contact the outside world in the name of an adult. The result of the meeting."

　　 Changing to someone else might doubt Fabian’s motives.

　　 But Rehn could see that the Wind Spirit had no ambitions, and he immediately agreed.

　　 After getting approval, Fabian left in a hurry.

　　 Wren patrolled the castle and asked people to move all the documents and accounts left by the former manager to the study, and started reading at night.

　　 As a lord, you must know your own territory well.

　　 The permanent population, sphere of influence, land, buildings and owners, shops, companies, streets, taxation status in previous years, etc. in the territory were all copied to his mobile phone while reading.

　　 With the help of the personal library, the reading efficiency has been greatly improved. By late at night, Rennes had a deeper understanding of his territory.

　　 Moreover, he also created a data sheet in his phone, which seemed more intuitive.

　　 The night faded, and the sky was bright without knowing it.

　　 Ren put down the last piece of information. He didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was still full of energy.

　　 stepped out of the spacious and luxurious study, standing on the balcony, Renn faced the rising sun, took a deep breath, and stretched his bones.

　　 From the balcony, you can overlook most of the castle and the conditions under the hills.

　　 A few silver knights stood like sculptures in various guard posts and on the walls of the castle, and did not relax their vigilance all night.

　　 This is an arrangement made by Pansir and Mondba to divide the limited manpower into two shifts and change the guard in turn.

　　 "Twenty silver knights, too few."

　　 Rehn shook his head. The Clearwater High Castle was several times larger than a normal castle. In addition to the hill and the wall at the foot of the mountain, even two hundred guards could not take care of both defense and patrol.

　　 Such a big castle is like a sieve, it is too easy for the enemy to get in.

　　 He hadn't slept last night, in fact, he was guarding against the enemy who was most likely to sneak in. Surprisingly, he passed the night smoothly.

　　 Standing on a high place, his gaze scanned most of the castle, but no trace of the enemy was found.

　　 "The Mordu nobles are more cautious than I thought." Renn whispered.

　　Auxilia's voice rang from the side: "They are not fools. They will not send anyone to die in front of you until they know the details of your weapons."

　　 A smile appeared on Ren's face, which was exactly the result he wanted.

　　The heavy machine gun is not so terrible in the battle of the legendary strong, but under the legend, it is definitely a big killer. One shot can kill a hundred times the number of enemies!

　　 It is not easy to cultivate the armed forces of the various families of the Modu nobles, and consume countless wealth. Of course, they do not want to be ruined at gunpoint.

　　 Rennes can foresee that the opponent will never dare to attack the castle on a large scale, or even step into the territory.

　　 The corner of his eye swept across Oxilia.

　　 The dragon mage had been following in secret last night. When she was discussing with Fabian, she was in the study, and Fabian did not notice her existence at all.

　　 There have been many times, Oxilia wanted to ask, but she still resisted.

　　 Now, she finally couldn't restrain her curiosity.

　　 "Your Excellency Earl, you invented that soul gun?"

　　 "Of course." Renn shrugged calmly, "You saw it with your own eyes, I made it in the mechanical workshop."

　　 "I don't understand." Oxilia frowned.

　　 The sky of the rainbow colored dragon made her have a strong desire for unknown knowledge.

　　 She thought about it all night and didn't understand the principle. There was no magic application, and there was no spirit power fluctuation when shooting, but she had such a terrible power.

　　 That kind of intensive gunfire has never been seen before.

　　 until now, it seems to be still dàng in her ears), the thought of it makes her heart tremble.

　　 If it hadn't been made by Renn with her own eyes, and said it was a legendary weapon, she would not doubt it.

　　 "Its name is Rambo's Gun, this is my secret." Renn looked serious, of course he wouldn't explain the machine gun principle to her kindly.

　　 "Rambo's Spear..." Oxilia nodded and did not ask any more, but her face was still very tangled.

　　 Ryan returned to the study and started today's meditation, and at the same time, he added back all the spells used on the rune.

　　 At noon, Fabian returned to the castle and reported the results to Rennes.

　　 After lunch, Renn got in the car and drove out of the castle.

　　 He didn't go out with fanfare, but only brought Fabian and Aoshilia in secret, leaving Pansil to stay and guard the castle.

　　 After a while, a huge building appeared in front of him.

　　 "The Mallet Arena!"

Rehn got out of the car and looked at the building in front of him. It was a Roman-style arena. It was built entirely of stones and was oval in shape. The stone pillars and arches were stacked on top of each other. Meters, magnificent and impressive.

　　 The street outside the arena is like a vegetable market, crowded with rows of stalls, selling various commodities, food and wine. People crowded together to talk and talk.

　　 Human transcendents can be seen everywhere, mixed with a large number of alien races.

　　 Ryan just swept randomly, and saw several elves, wood elves, wind elves, sea elves, and even two high elves.

　　 Other races are also flooded around.

In addition to the common dwarf elves, there are also sturdy orcs. They come from different clans and have different patterns on their spines; tall and powerful barbarians; trolls with a pair of fangs; like a tauren on a moving hill; short The dexterous half man and dwarf, etc.

　　 Lane was dazzled, and there were some races he could not immediately recognize.

　　It feels like entering a zoo or a race exhibition.

　　 He finally realized that Ellenus is a complicated world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Besides human beings, there are countless intelligent races.

　　 In the arena, there was a burst of cheers, and the performance should be going on.

　　 "My lord, please follow me." Fabian whispered.

　　 "Well, you lead the way."

　　 Rehn followed Fabian, through the crowds, at the noble entrance on the side of the arena, and along a hidden passage, climbed to the top of the arena and entered a luxurious box.

The 　　 box is facing the infield, the entire wall is opened, and you can overlook the entire arena.

　　 just walked in, there was a deafening noise on his face.

　　 "Sicarius!"

　　 "Sicarius!"

　　 "Sicarius..."

In the middle of the arena is a long strip of huge pit, ten meters deep, surrounded by a circle of seats, the back row is getting higher and higher, and it can accommodate twenty to thirty thousand people. At this moment, most of the competition There were people sitting on the court and crowded.

　　 People stood up and shouted loudly towards the court, hoarse.

　　In the eyes of the soul, the souls of the audience appear red, and they are in a very excited state.

　　 Rehn looked towards the middle of the arena, and a tall figure with the upper half of it was standing there.

He is more than two meters tall and is obviously not human. He has full muscle knots, sturdy limbs, a few steel javelins on his back, a heavy sword, short black hair, and his facial features are carved like Dali. Clear, deep-eyed, standing there to accept people's cheers.

　　 Under his feet, there were several corpses lying sideways, and blood formed a pool of blood on the ground of the arena.

　　 Ren only glanced at him, and couldn't help being curious: "Is this Sicarius a barbarian? Or a half-giant?"