Personal Upgrade! Generous Spoils of War!

Claude came over and explained, "Master, don't worry, Bain the attendant is fine, he just has a knife wound on his arm. It's been disinfected with the transparent coastal wine and bandaged up, he'll be good as new in a while."

One of the well-trained Physicians said, "Knight, rest assured, based on my years of experience, this Warrior is fine."

Hearing this, Henry finally relaxed.

There wasn't much he could do, at most, if Bain died from an infected and festering wound, he would send these two Physicians to accompany him.

"That's good, but you still need to be careful in the future."

Henry looked at the injured Bain, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes. This was his attendant, the attendant who had sworn loyalty to him.

Perhaps those Nobles with many attendants wouldn't be so concerned about their subordinates, but Henry was different.

Bain was being trained by Henry to be Independent!

At this moment, Bain weakly opened his eyes, saw Henry and Claude surrounding him, and smiled, "I'm fine, thank you Master, thank you Butler."

Henry walked over and squatted down, wanting to gently pat Bain's shoulder, but after thinking about it, he didn't, and comforted him, "Rest well, recover as soon as possible. I am your Master, and I need your protection and service. You being like this is not up to standard."

"Ha, of course, I will die before you... Master's bravery is unmatched in the Eastern Region, I can only help out on the side."

Henry dragged his tired body back to the tent, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, Henry returned to the Battlefield, once again engaging in a fierce battle with the Demihumans. Henry seemed to not know fatigue, his Armor Weapon wouldn't be damaged at all, and the Demihumans appeared endlessly, seemingly impossible to kill completely.

Henry turned and slashed a Fox-person to death, and in a trance, he saw a majestic figure sitting on a throne, seemingly... seemingly...

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Henry suddenly woke up, sitting straight up.

"Hmm?" Henry touched his body and found it sticky, as if he had sweated a lot.

What did I just dream? I think I saw...

Campaign Summary

Campaign Rating: Plains Battle

Difficulty: Medium

Evaluation: Great Victory

Reward: 7 Overlord Training Points

Your proficiency has increased, activating a new two-handed passive skill: ④ Bloodthirsty Butcher (Your Strength will be greater when you are in a bloody battle)

You have activated a new one-handed passive skill: ⑤ Effortless Mastery (Your sword edge can more easily cut into the enemy's weak points)

You have activated a new command passive skill: ② High Morale (Your Army can withstand higher battle losses)

You have activated a new command passive skill: ③ Veterans Lead Newbies (Your veterans will train the new recruits)

You have activated a new command passive skill: ④ Treat Soldiers Like Sons (Your Soldiers respect you more)

You have leveled up, please allocate free points as soon as possible

Henry, who was carefully recalling, was suddenly interrupted by a series of popping Panels, and Henry immediately checked them.

'The difficulty is divided into Easy, Simple, Normal, Medium, Difficult, Epic, and Legendary. This battle was rated as Medium. Is it because there were a large number of friendly forces present? They really don't leave any loopholes to exploit.'

However, seven points of reward are enough. It wasn't in vain that I fought until exhaustion. Now I have a total of eighteen points. When I go back, I'll recruit soldiers like crazy!... Wait, this kill count? The New Recruit Squad is really powerful.

Henry fiddled with the panel like he was playing a game, constantly checking the records on it.

When he saw his personal record, he was shocked himself!

My heavens! I killed twenty-seven Centaurs, one Tiger-person, sixty-seven Gnolls, and forty-eight Goatmen? Goodness, am I a Gundam?

Henry nodded secretly and looked at his personal panel again.

However, after looking around carefully, he found that the Leadership skill was somewhat useless to him. His future army was destined to undergo "Loyalty" training.

Unless the Leadership skill had something special later on, it would be completely useless.

"There's nothing to say. Add three points to the Vitality attribute, directly bringing it to nine. As long as I keep hacking and slashing, activating ten skills is not a dream.

Personal attributes should definitely be added to Strength. As for Intelligence and Charm, they are not needed."

Just like that, Henry quickly dealt with his special spoils of war, then lay down, planning to sleep for a while longer.

He always felt like he hadn't slept well...

"Master, are you awake?"

Henry rubbed his eyes helplessly and said, "Ailiya, I'm punishing you by not allowing you to eat meat today!"

Ailiya walked into the tent with a wronged expression, serving Henry with washing, dressing, and eating in one go.

After Ailiya took the empty plates away and left, Claude, who had been waiting outside for a long time, walked in with several sheets of paper covered in dense writing.

"Master, the spoils of war from the right flank of the Seventh Legion and our spoils of war have been tallied. Everything that could be taken... has been taken.

The Demihuman heads alone are worth a total of seven thousand Denar. There are many Armor Weapons that can still be used after repairs, enough to arm over a thousand people. I picked the best ones."

Claude had something else in his heart that he didn't say, which was that he felt they could have taken even more!

He didn't take any of the Cloth Armor, Cotton Armor, wooden shields, ordinary iron Swords, and Iron-tipped Spears. His main focus was on the better and more expensive items.

Unfortunately, they were short on manpower, and many of these were Armaments from the Seventh Legion. Taking too much would be too conspicuous!

Henry nodded in satisfaction. In this kind of war, Noble Private Armies didn't receive bounties. How much they earned was entirely up to them.

Henry was very satisfied with this income, which met his expectations.

"What do you want to say? Just say it."

After Claude expressed his thoughts, Henry clapped his hands and said, "Let all our Soldiers change their equipment and wear better ones! Wouldn't that give us over a hundred more sets of Armaments?"

Claude suddenly realized, "That's right! I'll go and do it right away."

He had been so busy during this time that he was confused. Ever since Henry arrived at the fief, he hadn't had a moment's rest. When he was in Henry's father's Family before, he had never done so much work!

Now, it was too damn fulfilling!

"Hmm, I'm confident in your work. By the way, how many casualties did we have?"

Henry looked at the several sheets of paper in his hand and his head ached. They were densely packed with all sorts of numbers, making him dizzy.

"The Heavy Cavalry lost six men, all the Spearmen are gone, and the veteran Skirmishers lost two. The rest are injured. The Crossbowmen are fine, just bruised.

The New Recruit Squad lost twenty-one men, with over thirty injured. The casualties are very small."

Henry nodded. These casualties weren't high, considering their enemies were Demihumans.

Henry sent Claude out to handle things while he personally went to inquire about the situation of the major battle. This kind of information wasn't something Claude and his men could find out.

Henry wandered around until noon, gathering some general information.