Quartermaster, It's Fine to Be a Little Greedy

Blood filled Henry's armor, making him feel as if he had taken a bath in blood? But Henry didn't care, his eyes only saw heads waiting for him to harvest.

At the same time, the entire Demihuman battle line began to waver, and some Demihumans in the rear had already started to retreat.

The Demihumans' defeat today was sealed!

Woo~ woo~ woo~

Woo~ woo~ woo~

Henry looked back and shouted, "These Humanoid Livestock are fleeing! Follow me and kill!"

Philip also shouted, "For the Empire! For the Lord! For the Denar!"

Bain swung his sword and killed a Goatman, roaring, "Skilled Infantry Squad! Charge with me!"

Henry glanced at Bain, thinking how the New Recruit Squad's Military Rank under Bain was getting higher and higher.

Led by the Officers of each battalion, the Human Army pursued for a short while before stopping.

The results of this battle were great. If the Demihumans were truly pushed to desperation, it would prevent them from enjoying the good life that followed.

"Henry, your bravery makes me submit."

Boman and Fas bowed deeply to Henry, and then many Nobles came over... to admire?

Even a few Viscounts and some Barons put aside some of their factional power prejudices and greeted Henry with smiles.

No one could... or rather, no one dared to make things too difficult for a person who killed without batting an eye.

"Philip, take our men to collect our share of the Demihuman heads. Bring back all their weapons and armor. I think... no one will dare to stop us."

Philip put away his battle sword and bowed, saying, "As you command! Lord!"

Philip, a Mercenary by origin, followed Henry because he had been defeated by Henry several times in the Arena Tournament, which deeply impressed him.

Now, Henry had his own fief, Family, and Army, and his Martial Arts were even stronger, which made him indescribably excited.

"Bain, take the New Recruit Squad and the Soldiers of the Seventh Legion to clean up the Battlefield. Don't miss anything, bring back as much as possible, acting as the Quartermaster of the Right Wing Logistics Team."

"Okay, Master, I'll go now."

The other Nobles also went back to organize their men to collect the spoils of war. This was an income that could make people take off on the spot!

When it came to scavenging for spoils of war after the battle, none of the Nobles would take less, but they didn't dare to take too much either.

If it wasn't excessive, it was fine, but if it was obvious at a glance, then they would suffer greatly!

Henry rode his horse and found a slope, looking at the Plain where Blood Flowed Like a River from afar. He didn't know how many people had died, nor how many people would get rich!

Groups of surrendered Demihumans were tied up by their hands and mouths, escorted away by the Legion's elites.

These captives had nothing to do with any Noble; this was the Imperial Legion's income.

Henry returned to his tent alone, leaning on a chair, his eyes bloodshot and his face haggard, as if overwhelmed by an invisible fatigue.

He had no interest in scavenging now. He believed in Philip and Bain's abilities, and such small matters would surely be completed smoothly.

At this moment, Henry's mind was only filled with the temptation of delicious food and wine.

He was hungry from cutting down Demihumans!

Claude rushed in, patting Henry up and down, and only relaxed after checking him over.

"Master, do you know what you look like right now? Your armor is in tatters, you're covered in blood, look at your hair, it's like you washed your head with blood... Don't laugh! Your teeth are covered in blood!"

Henry immediately pulled back his bared teeth and said, "Claude, don't be nervous. The most important thing for you right now is to be prepared. The calculation of the spoils of war will be very complicated..."

Henry cleared his throat and whispered, "That deputy, you should find a way to get rid of him later. Let the Serfs and New Recruits under your command take a little extra."

Claude tilted his head and said, "Master, do you really think so?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I make money? That Sebastian guy tried to screw me over before. What good is the little money he compensated me with?"

If they took a cartload of Armaments, that would be thousands of Denars! If they took a cartload of Demihuman heads, that would be several years of military pay!

Since he was acting as Quartermaster for once, if he didn't experience it, wouldn't it be a waste?

Claude nodded seriously and said, "Master, even if you didn't mention it, I would do the same. I was just afraid you were too upright!"

"Haha, you old fellow!"

After Claude left, Ailiya and Oriana were as busy as butterflies, constantly bringing in fresh water.

Ailiya carefully washed Henry's body, and she herself became stained with the smell of blood.

"Master, your armor is all broken now. You shouldn't have to go to the Battlefield anymore, right?"

"Hmm... I won't fight like this for a while. This time was very satisfying."

Ailiya breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't worried about Henry's safety, but it was just too tiring to wipe and clean him so painstakingly every time!

Oriana quickly came in with the food, which was Wood Pear Jelly, Pork Chop Stewed Pearl Rice, and Stir-fried Pork.

This kind of stew and stir-fry could only be afforded by truly wealthy people, because the pots, pans, seasonings, auxiliary ingredients, and oil were simply not something ordinary people could afford.

As for Henry, of course, he used ingredients from the Legion's Logistics!

The rich meal was laid out in front of him, emitting an enticing aroma, and there was also a glass of crystal-clear wine. Henry habitually took a sip first.

Tsk! Rich and sweet!

This time, no one disturbed him, allowing Henry to enjoy a peaceful dinner.

"Oriana, your cooking is getting better and better. It's hard to imagine where I would find a Cook like you if you and Bain were to marry."

Oriana smiled shyly. The matter between her and Bain was well-known within Henry's Family.

"Go, see how Bain and the others are doing. Bain's performance on the Battlefield this time made me very satisfied. His bravery and command ability are those of a qualified Knight."

"Thank you, Master. Master, Bain and I are both members of your Family's companions. I will continue to cook for you until my skills decline."

Oriana left with a smile, but soon ran back in a hurry.

"Master! Bain is injured!"

"Ah? Quickly call a few well-trained Physicians!"

"Captain Phillip has already called for a Physician. Butler Claude also came over after hearing about it."

Henry breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't sit still. This kid had been with him for three years. Who wouldn't have feelings? A person with a heart of stone would never have anyone truly work for them.

Soon, Henry found Bain in a tent. Two Physicians were treating Bain, and Claude was also there.

Bain was covered in sweat. He looked up and saw Henry, and quickly said, "Master, why are you here? It's a minor injury, a minor injury."