49: Chapter 49: Bandits or rcenaries?
49: Chapter 49: Bandits or rcenaries?
“Well then, Captain Violet, let’s sit down inside and talk at length,” the old housekeeper stepped aside, gesturing for her to go in.
Violet made no hesitation or stalling and strode in confidently.
Everyone in this small town knew where everyone else lived.
When a stranger arrived, news of it spread quickly.
Upon hearing of Violet’s arrival, the majority of the townsfolk felt a sense of inexplicable disdain.
She was a woman who could undress n and perform certain acts on the ground.
If not a witch, what then?
Her reputation in town was tarnished further by the idle rcenaries she had humiliated.
Were it not for her formidable capabilities, she may have already been subjected to various humiliations, including having rotten vegetables thrown at her.
The town guards and tax officials, upon facing Violet, primarily felt fear.
After all, the town mayor had already disappeared.
Wouldn’t it be unsurprising if they disappeared next?
With such thoughts in their minds, even the once domineering and unashadly pretentious tax officials chose to keep a low-profile on that day.
However, for one other person, the servant living in the mayor’s stable who was washing the horses, could only brush the horses listlessly.
When he overheard passing housewives discussing Violet and spreading the news about her arrival in town.
Without hesitation, the servant threw the brush into the bucket, rushed into the stables, took out the money bag hidden in the hay bales and stuffed it into his chest.
Then he rushed towards the town’s rcenary Guild.
By now, Violet had been invited to the second-floor lounge of the rcenary Guild.
Other than exceptional rcenaries or large rcenary corps leaders, ordinary rcenaries sat obediently in the ground hall of the rcenary Guild, breaking their heads over how to earn more Gold Coins.
Once Violet was seated at the long table, Kars followed suit, while Grian, sensing his place, chose to stand at Violet’s back.
He turned his gaze on Kars, and then at Violet, and roughly understood the man’s standing.
Then, he wisely chose to keep any unnecessary comnts to himself.
After pouring a cup of hot tea for Violet, the older housekeeper realized, the woman in front of him, was a commander of her own castle who could command hundreds of robust n.
If she wanted to beco a bandit, a dozen small towns around her couldn’t escape her clutches.
With the impregnable Black Crow Castle as her primary base, even the Imperial Army could not lay siege to it without at least five or even ten tis the military power.
And now, this woman was short of money!
Whether she chose to beco a bandit or undertake jobs from the rcenary Guild like respectable rcenaries, hinges on her next move.
At this mont, he held in his hand a book wrapped in leather.
Violet, drinking her sweetened tea, frowned slightly.
She was not accustod to the convention of adding sugar to tea.
Besides, one should drink green tea in sumr and black tea in winter.
However, the displeasure on her face sent a shock through the old housekeeper.
Could there be sothing wrong with the tea?
He glanced at Kars, who was leisurely sipping his own cup of tea.
He knew that the tea was poured from the sa pot.
He had used the best tea he could find to serve this incomparable woman within fifty kiloters.
He would not dare to skimp.
If there is nothing wrong with the tea, could it be that…
The observant man sensed trouble brewing in his mind.
The silence intensified, and the atmosphere turned more substantial.
Then he opened the book in his hands, turned to the page marked earlier, and pushed it towards Violet.
The book recorded the jobs issued by the rcenary Guild throughout the year.
At present, most of the rcenaries in the small town had pledged allegiance to Violet.
The number of rebels dwindled as the rest were either killed or withdrew, leaving very few rcenary corps to compete with Violet.
However, it was clear who was more critical.
That’s why the old housekeeper presented Violet with all the missions the rcenary Guild had issued throughout the year.
Most of these were steady annual orders.
Fur traders were constantly in need of exquisite leather from magical beasts, and the Magic Council’s sub-divisions required magical beasts’ crystal nuclei for magical experints.
The Alchemy School’s requirents were slightly more complicated.
Fresh flesh from specific magical beasts, or bones of a certain beast.
These three clients accounted for about eighty percent of the tasks handled by the rcenary Guild.
After a quick look, Violet was only concerned about one thing: how much money could be made from these combined.
“Have you calculated the exact amount of Gold Coins the rcenaries earned each year?” Violet asked.
The dreaded question had finally been brought up!
The old housekeeper took a silent sigh and honestly replied.
“Approximately one hundred thousand Gold Coins flowed through the rcenary Guild last year.”
“One hundred thousand?
It can’t be possible!” Violet pursed her lips, unable to believe the number she had just heard.
She had barely recruited rcenaries from less than one town, at most twenty rcenary corps.
The discrepancy in the amount of Gold Coins was too substantial.
The sa population should translate into the sa Gold Coin turnover.
If one hundred thousand Gold Coins could sustain five hundred rcenaries for a year, why would her expenses amount to ten thousand Gold Coins in a month?!
There are fourteen months in a year, for heaven’s sake!
Where had those forty thousand Gold Coins gone?
Did she sohow conjure up forty thousand coins out of thin air?
Where had this massive sum disappeared to?
Violet had trouble processing this at once and grabbed her teacup.
Without caring about lady-like manners, she tipped the cup and gulped down its content.
But everything was listed on the book in front of her, Violet couldn’t think of any reason why the old man would lie to her.
Is there sothing unusual here?
What could be wrong?
Numbers can’t lie.
However, everything was right in front of her eyes, and she could verify it anyti she wanted.
Unable to comprehend how forty thousand Gold Coins could disappear, Violet finally lost her patience.
She slamd her hand on the table and yelled.
“I refuse to believe this predicant!
Give a pen now!”
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