"Mercenary Group?"

Renn didn't know much about the mercenary group, so he was a little suspicious, "Can their strength fight against the Modu nobles?"

The seven nobles of Modu families have cultivated private armed forces in each territory and even developed unique extraordinary professional branches. They are not only powerful, but also in a large scale that is comparable to ordinary mercenaries.

Even with such a powerful mercenary group, the reward is frighteningly high, and may exceed your tolerance.

"Sir, Moh all have several large mercenary groups that are very strong. It is definitely no problem to let them guard the castle and maintain order and taxation in the territory."

Fabian saw Renne's concern about the reward and continued: "There is a tax in the vault that I just collected not long ago. It has not been time to send it away. There is a total of more than 30,000 yuan, which is enough to hire a large mercenary group for more than three months."

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

In the account book that Fabian just submitted, the taxation data obtained by Earl Glamorgan in the past few years was summarized.

On average, nearly two million golds per year!

Of course, it is impossible for this money to enter the lord's pocket. One is to be handed over to the duke to whom it belongs, and the empire will also take away part of it. These two transactions are big, and the remaining less than 40%.

This 40% is the real income of the lord, used to maintain the castle, hire servants, and also to support a large number of subordinates, maintain regular expenses, etc.

The biggest expense is to form a private army.

The violent groups in this world are all composed of extraordinary people. Even the worst-in-class supernatural people have their salaries dozens or even thousands of times that of ordinary people. In addition, they also need to provide their weapons, equipment, training grounds, cultivation resources, mounts, allowances, and are often consumed...

This is like a bottomless pit!

Previously, Glamorgan General Managers were not lords, and they had no right or motivation to form private troops. They could save as much as possible. The castle guards were recruited, and they were semi-employed and could not be considered an army at all.

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

Only the nobles of Modu families know how to allocate them in detail.

Rennes predicts that when he fully grasps the territory, he will earn at least 500,000 gold a year. If he can invite a large mercenary group to temporarily serve for a few months, it will definitely be a very cost-effective transaction.

As for whether the loyalty of the mercenary group will be bribed, he doesn't have to worry too much if he has the soul eye to observe it secretly at any time.

Renn thought for a moment and nodded, "This plan works."

Fabian was very happy. His first proposal was adopted by the lord and he actively said: "Sir, I have some connections in this regard. Please allow me to contact the outside world in the name of the adult, and make some noise. The result should be achieved tomorrow at noon."

If anyone else was concerned, they might doubt Fabian's motives.

However, Ren could see that the Wind Elf had no strange intentions and immediately agreed.

After receiving the approval, Fabian hurriedly left.

Rennes patrolled around the castle and asked someone to move all the documents and books left by the former manager to the study room and start reading at night.

As a lord, you must know your territory well.

The permanent population, sphere of influence, land, buildings and owners, shops, companies, streets, taxation status in previous years, etc., Rennes copied all of them into his mobile phone while browsing through them.

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

Moreover, he also created a data sheet on his mobile phone, which looked more intuitive.

The night faded and it was dawn unknowingly.

Rennes put down his last piece of information. He didn't sleep all night, but he was not sleepy at all, and was still full of energy.

Walking out of the spacious and luxurious study room and standing on the balcony, Renn took a deep breath to the rising sun, stretching his muscles and bones.

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

Several silver knights stood on various posters and walls of the castle like sculptures, without relaxing their vigilance all night.

This is the arrangement of Pansil and Mondeba, which divides the limited staff into two shifts and changes in shifts.

"Twenty silver knights are too few."

Renn shook his head. Bishui Gao Castle was several times larger than ordinary castles. In addition, the hills and the city walls at the foot of the mountain were located, even two hundred guards could not take into account both defense and patrol.

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

He didn't sleep last night, but was actually guarding against enemies who were most likely to sneak in. Unexpectedly, he spent the night smoothly.

Standing at a high place, his eyes swept across most of the castle, and no trace of the enemy was found.

"The Modu nobles are more cautious than I thought." Rennes whispered.

Oshylia's voice sounded: "They are not fools. They will not send people to you to die before they find out the details of your weapon."

A smile appeared on Renn's face, which was exactly what he wanted.

Heavy machine guns are not that scary in the battle of legendary powerful men, but under legend, they are definitely a big killer weapon. With one shot in hand, they can slaughter a hundred times the number of enemies!

It is difficult to cultivate the armed forces of the various noble families of Modu, and it consumes countless wealth. Of course, it does not want to be ruined by the gun.

Rennes could foresee that the other party would never dare to attack the castle on a large scale, or even dare to step into the territory.

His eyes swept Oxilia out of the corner of his eyes.

The dragon master was followed inwardly last night. When she was discussing with Fabian, she was in the study, and Fabian had no idea of ​​her existence at all.

Many times, Oshylia wanted to ask, but she still held back.

Now, she finally couldn't help but feel curious.

"Your Excellency Earl, did you invent that soul gun?"

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

"I don't understand." Oshylia frowned.

The rainbow dragon's heaven gave her a strong pursuit of unknown knowledge.

She thought about it all night but couldn't understand the principle. She clearly had no magic application and no soul power fluctuations when shooting, but she had such terrible power.

That dense gunfire is unprecedented.

Until now, it seems to be echoing in her ears), and when she thinks about it, it makes her heart tremble.

She wouldn't have doubted it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes that it was made by Rennes and said it was a legendary weapon.

"Its name is Rambo's Gun, which is my secret." Renn looked serious. Of course, he would not be kind enough to explain the principles of the machine gun to her.

"Rambo's Gun..." Oshelia nodded and did not ask again, but her face was still very entangled.

Renn returned to the study and began today's meditation, and at the same time, he added all the spells used in the rune book.

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

After lunch, Renne got into the car and drove out of the castle.

He did not travel with great fanfare, but only brought Fabian and Osliya in the secret, and asked Pansil to stay and guard the castle.

A moment later, a huge building appeared in front of him.

"Giant Hammer Arena!"

Rennes got off the car and looked at the building in front of him. It was a Romanesque gladiator, all made of stones, and the whole was oval. The stone pillars and arches were stacked, one layer higher than the other, and the highest point was more than thirty meters. It was magnificent and impressive.

There were people coming and going on the streets outside the arena, like a vegetable market, crowded with rows of stalls, selling all kinds of goods, food and wine, and people huddled together to talk, making a big fuss.

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

Renn just glanced around and saw several elves, wood elves, wind elves, sea elves, and even two high elves.

Other races are also flooding around.

In addition to common dwarf elves, there are also thick orcs. They come from different clans and have different patterns on them; tall and powerful barbarians; trolls with a pair of fangs; like taurens moving hills; short and clever half-man and dwarf, etc.

Renn was dazzled, and there were some races he could not immediately identify.

It feels like entering a zoo or a race fair.

He finally deeply realized that Alan Ershi is a complex world, and there are countless intelligent races besides humans.

There were bursts of cheers in the arena, and the performance should be ongoing.

"Sir, please come with me." Fabian whispered.

"Well, you lead the way."

Renn followed Fabian through the crowded crowd, at the special entrance for nobles on the side of the arena, climbed up the top floor of the arena, and entered a luxurious private room along a hidden passage.

The private room is facing the inner field, and the entire wall is opened, overlooking the entire arena.

As soon as I walked in, deafening sounds came towards me.

"Sicalus!"

"Sicalus!"

"Sicalius..."

In the middle of the arena is a long-shaped huge pit, ten meters deep, surrounded by circles of seats. The rear row is getting higher and higher, and can accommodate 20,000 to 30,000 people. At this moment, most of the arenas are attending and crowded.

People stood up and shouted loudly to the field, hoarsely.

In the eyes of the soul, the souls of the audience appear red, each with a high mood, and are in a very excited state.

Renn looked at the middle of the arena, and a tall figure with the upper half was standing there.

He is more than two meters two meters tall, obviously not a human. He has kneaded muscles, thick limbs, carries several steel javelins, holds a heavy giant sword in his hand, has short black hair, and looks like Dali. He has clear edges and deep eyes. He stands there to accept people's cheers.

At his feet, several corpses were already lying across, and blood formed a pool of blood on the ground of the arena.

Renn only glanced at it and couldn't help but wonder: "Is this Sikalius a barbarian? Or a half-giant?"
Chapter completed!