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Chapter 494 - 494 82 Tragic Sentiments_1

494: Chapter 82, Tragic Sentiments_1 494: Chapter 82, Tragic Sentiments_1 The army was still on the road, but Dapes City was already preparing a victory feast, just waiting for Hudson and his party to return and start the banquet.

Unlike the previous wars, this victory brought an end to the siege of Dapes.

With the reinforcements sent by the Five Great Emperor Courts, the strengths of the two sides were on the same level.

Who would win if a battle truly broke out still remained an unknown.

There was no hope of breaking through Dapes City.

Instead, if they continued marching blindly, they would easily be defeated one by one by the Allied Human Army.

With security ensured, the influential figures in the city naturally began to revel once more.

As for the potential disaster the southern expedition of the Bimon Army Corps would bring to their allies, everyone simply couldn’t afford to think much about it.

As the major contributor to this victory, even before stepping into Dapes City, Hudson could feel the enthusiasm of the Moxi People.

The Crown Prince personally waited at the city gate with a group of nobles and ministers, with a ceremony set according to the highest standards.

If the King had not been bedridden by illness, it would probably have been Chris the Ninth himself who would have greeted him.

Gazing at the grand scene, Hudson however shook his head.

The victory was important, but it did not deserve such an extravagant reception.

Such a grand scene might appear as a recognition of the heroes, but in actuality it was just another form of compensation.

Fame and fortune rarely come together; since they’ve gained fame, there would inevitably be a reduction in tangible benefits.

There’s nothing to be disappointed about.

At his current position, there wasn’t much the Moxi People could offer him.

Empty titles were insufficient to reward his merit and they already being a duchy, can’t grant high ranks.

As for territories, the Moxi People were willing to bestow them, but Hudson had no interest in switching sides.

To guard a territory for the Moxi People in exchange for a piece of land, he was not insane.

Even though presently the Moxi nobles were warm towards him, were cooperative in commanding the army, and praised his reputation highly.

The underlying reason was that he was a guest army.

No matter how high his prestige, he would eventually return to Alpha Kingdom, not interfering with their core interests.

For things that are of mutual benefit, everyone was more than happy to add flowers to the brocade.

Once he switches side for development, a different story would unfold.

Original friends would become competitors, not stabbing each other in the back would be a matter of general interest.

He won’t be relying on resources either.

Valuable cultivation resources had all been divided between major nobles and the Royal Family, leaving only commonplace goods in the national treasury.

If it were one or two years ago, Hudson might have been envious.

Now, he wouldn’t even give it a second glance.

Of course, if the base number were large enough, he was willing to take them for nurturing his subordinates.

Sadly, this was simply impossible.

The small amount of reserves in the treasury were hardly enough for their own rewards, let alone for large scale outflows.

There certainly would be rewards in Gold Coins, but most of it would be in the form of bonds.

The theoretical return was quite appealing, but whether they can be cashed is a question marker.

The Moxi People obviously learned the essence of “Lending” and flourished it.

To get the rewards cashed, they would have to continually exceed, helping the Moxy Duchy maintain their foundation.

Orignnally, he had a bunch of bonds at hand and didn’t know how to spend them, now he had to add more.

Hudson didn’t even know how to express his complaints.

The bitter fruit that he sowed, even if it knocked out his teeth, he would have to swallow it.

Perhaps when the situation became clear, he could find a scapegoat to take over.

Unfortunately, the finance industry in the Continent of Aslante was not developed enough, there was no bond trading market, making it difficult to cash out.

General guilds wouldn’t dare to take over such a project even if they had money.

Only powerful major nobles wouldn’t worry about the Moxi People defaulting.

Hudson vaguely felt like he buried a massive bomb that would cause the mountains to crumble and the ground to crack when it explodes.

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“Move faster, everybody!

Move faster!”

Each of you are so sluggish, haven’t you eaten?

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You fools, this stone is too big.

You are carrying it foolishly, do you want it to become your tombstone?”

Why are you still staring?

Hurry up and smash it into pieces, or do you want me to do it for you?

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The Orc Soldiers were already accustomed to this nagging voice.

Since when, nobody knew, but Bruno, the Chief commander, had fallen into the position of a Great Team Leader of a construction team.

In the beginning, it was enough to fill a hole and move a step forward.

Later, when he realized that the pace was too slow, he let the soldiers go ahead and pave the road first.

Unfortunately, these rough guys, when they are asked to raise their blades to kill, that’s a professional level; as for paving roads, they are not even amateurs.

An amateur construction team is always bound to have accidents.

To complete the construction tasks, shoddy workmanship and taking shortcuts is a common sight.

The most straightforward result was making the journey tougher for the cart teams behind, leading to disasters every now and then.

Many workhorses were exhausted along the way.

Bruno, the tough guy, lost his horses and so he made Orcs pull the carts.

The efficiency decreased a little, but overall it ensured the orderly advancement of the baggage train.

In order to make up for the lowered efficiency, Bruno personally became a foreman, inspecting project sites and commanding the soldiers to pave roads.

Temporary transfers to different roles resulted in an amateur foreman meeting an amateur construction team.

Regardless of the quality of the project, the efficiency was certainly not high.

The lower the efficiency, the more he tended to micromanage; the more he micromanaged, the lower the construction efficiency.