“Great work, Sir Buildemain.”

“Not at all. I only spoke a few words.” Buildemain shook his head humbly at Eugene’s compliment. He felt ashamed to be lauded for doing a small favor for someone who had come to help his nation.

“So, the governor of Moyna and the nobles showed considerable sincerity?” Eugene asked.

“Yes. When I told them that Your Majesty has already secured all the basic supplies, they gave me other types of goods,” Buildemain responded before turning his head toward a cart filled with boxes.

“Open just one of them,” Eugene instructed.

A few beowulf warriors excitedly opened one of the boxes.

Ohhhh…!

Everyone exclaimed with wide eyes when they saw the box filled to the brim with silver.

“There are gold coins, gold bars, silver bars, and refined mana stones,” Buildemain said. The boxes lining the cart were filled with various forms of ‘sincerity’ sent by the leaders of Moyna.

“They are honorable people who care deeply about their country. As expected, they truly are purebloods,” Eugene commented while nodding with satisfaction.

It felt good to grow stronger, and it felt good to take revenge. Of course, it also felt good to gain more wealth.

“…” Buildemain barely stopped himself from retorting. It was true that he had been greatly disappointed by the leaders of Moyna, but they were also nobles of the Viseche Dukedom. He couldn’t voice his disagreement when the King of Maren was trying to save them face.

“Anyway, the nobles of Moyna won’t be sending anyone here, right?” Eugene asked.

“Yes. They think that Your Majesty...