Gold and silver are not taken into consideration in his eyes, but can motivate subordinates to die, so why not do it?

However, there are also concerns outsiders and oneself.

For example, this Haier Village is not his territory, so it does not receive much care.

Thinking about it, how could a group of thieves who came out to rob and fight carry a large amount of gold and silver on them? Therefore, most of the fifty Stan gold coins must be the property of Haier Village.

But at this time, it became a seizure and spoils, and even the Shawshank Baron could not make him spit it out.

If you have saved a village, how can you ask for too much?

On the contrary, those large quantities of grain, cloth, etc. that are too conspicuous, can be returned to the poor villagers because they are not easy to carry and are too eye-catching. This is already enough to make the nobles' kindness!

Half a day later, in the public cemetery in Haier Village.

Fang Yuan was alone, watching the surviving villagers bury their relatives, and the low sobs kept coming, and it immediately turned into a mourning sound.

"A very sad scene, isn't it?"

He stood under the shade of the tree and suddenly said to the empty side.

"If it were war... their experience would be a hundred times more miserable than it is now!"

A calm voice answered, and a man came out of the shadow.

He was thin and tall, wearing a gray robe and a hood, with thin cheeks and energetic eyes, full of scholarly temperament.

"Master?"

Fang Yuan nodded, "Where are you? Which side of the person?"

"Him, I have met you!"

Heim bowed slightly: "I'm really sorry... because the Grand Duke doesn't have many people in this area, you have encountered such a thing!"

"never mind……"

Fang Yuan waved his hand, not caring about it.

In fact, there was no need to guess at all, he knew Grand Duke Stan's plan. The appearance of the mage at this time was just to show kindness to the winner.
Chapter completed!