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Chapter 590 - 590 138 Trading Platform _1

590: Chapter 138, Trading Platform _1 590: Chapter 138, Trading Platform _1 “Victory Report!”

“Victory Report!”

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Beyond victory reports, still more victory reports.

These recent days, Hudson had been receiving so many that his hands grew tired.

He didn’t know if they were competing in some victory report contest, but the countless reports from the various major powers seemed to be as if they were all trying to show off to him at once.

Especially the big powers, every one of them playing bigger than the last —as if they were having a beheading contest, and the number of enemies annihilated was unprecedented.

Hudson thought he was stone-hearted, but after seeing the contents of the Memory Stone, he realized he was too kind.

Racial wars, there was nothing to criticize.

Cruelty to enemies was also a responsibility to their own people.

Although he was reluctant, Hudson still approved of the allies’ large-scale killing.

Want to show off your military achievements?

No problem, Master Hudson was more than happy to act as the green leaf accentuating their stout military record.

If you want honor and glory, just take it!

Of course, what failed to stir the slightest wave in Master Hudson’s heart was because all they were slaughtering were members of the Orc Cannon Fodder Race.

These low-grade military exploits, if the number of heads taken did not reach tens of thousands, it was a disgrace to even show.

If you want to spread the news, you still have to kill a large number of the Orc Royal Family to cause a sensation.

From the time he joined the army until now, in the countless battles Hudson had commanded, he had annihilated nearly a million of the Orc Army, if not a million, at least seven or eight hundred thousand.

Still, the true commendable achievements were very few.

The main reason was: the main force of the orcs killed was too few.

However, this “few” is relative.

With the record of annihilating tens of thousands of the Orc Royal Family, Hudson has surpassed many colleagues and temporarily ranked first.

“Jose, draft a document separately for these guys to congratulate them on their great victory on the front line!”

Hearing Hudson’s words, Jose looked dejected.

He thought that seizing this opportunity to enter the military would allow him to make a comeback and clear his own name.

Regretfully, the Kingdom Army started transportation business and there wasn’t much room to perform.

There was finally a fight, but it was taken over by the Nobles of the North.

As one of the King’s men, even if he wanted to gain military merit, he had to move with the Royal Family’s army.

If he mixed with the Nobles of the North, he would most likely be marching towards his doom.

As a faithful servant of the King, he naturally had to preserve power for the Royal Family, so the Royal Army was left behind early to guard the grain.

The opportunity to gain military merit was gone, but that was only for Jose personally.

From the standpoint of the Royal Family, they had recaptured lost ground in this war, had eaten their fill, and the most important thing next was to digest the fruits of victory.

If there is no credit, one can only work hard.

Assisting Hudson in dealing with paperwork had become his primary job.

Continuing like this, he guessed that when they return for the merit reward, he might be able to earn the title of Honorary Knight.

Don’t complain about the low title, the rules of the game are set like this.

If you want to get a title, you either inherit it, or you take it on the battlefield.

Without military merit, a lifetime of pure qualifications won’t get you one step forward.

Even if you are mixing with the King, you have to make your presence known on the battlefield.

The rules are set in stone to maintain the “martial” spirit of the Kingdom.

It is explicitly defined in the system that nobles must go to the battlefield.

“Yes, Your Excellency the Count!”

Being with the Commander in Chief was supposed to be a good thing.

But Jose was very depressed.

If you remember, when they first met two years ago, he was the chief of operations.

As a wise man, he naturally knew Hudson’s intentions to win him over.

However, as an ambitious man, he was more willing to stick with the King.

Don’t be fooled by his currently downtrodden state, it was all intentional.

This was a sacrifice for the Crown Prince, how could the Royal Family not compensate?

Though, the clever Jose didn’t accept compensation, instead choosing to start anew and saving the favor for later.

Watching the busy Jose, Hudson secretly shook his head.

Both understood each other’s thoughts, but neither was willing to break the ice, and the situation remained stagnant.

It was not easy to dig at the foundation of the King, and the same was true for the Major Nobles.

Taking advantage of his position as a Commander in Chief, Hudson had assigned many talents from the army to serve him, but unfortunately, none were willing to join him.

There was no way around it, smart people think differently.

Weighing the pros and cons, people preferred to start from scratch rather than a comfortable life.

Unfortunately, these were things Hudson couldn’t offer.

Compared to the bustling cities the major nobles had, the Mountain Domain was a backcountry.

To develop it, who knows how long it would take.

Hudson was not surprised by their choices.

This would be like asking someone in his previous life to choose between a bustling metropolis and a small town.

Eating, drinking, and playing, development platforms, personal treatment, all are in a disadvantageous position, so it’s no wonder that talents are not attracted.

It’s not that Hudson is stingy, it’s just that he has too few chips in hand that he can’t afford what others want.

No top talent was recruited, but a lot of second and third-rate talents were gathered.

They were basically from lesser noble families, without titles to inherit.

For Hudson, who was short of people, any talent would do, and he didn’t care about their backgrounds.

For those nobles’ children who were willing to join, he would not refuse.