Claude came over and explained, "Rest assured, my lord. Squire Bain is not seriously hurt, only his arm was cut by a blade. It has already been disinfected with the clear liquor from the coast and bandaged. He will be as good as new after some time."
One of the trained physicians said, "Rest assured, Sir Knight. In my many years of experience, this warrior will be fine."
Only then did Henry relax.
There was not much he could do. At most, if Bain's wound became infected, festered, and killed him, he would send these two physicians to keep him company.
"That's good. But be more careful in the future."
Henry looked at the injured Bain, a trace of concern flashing through his eyes. This was his squire, the squire who had sworn loyalty to him.
Perhaps those nobles with many squires would not care so much about their subordinates, but Henry was different.
Bain was being trained by Henry to stand on his own!
At that moment, Bain weakly opened his eyes. Seeing Henry and Claude gathered around him, he smiled. "I'm fine. Thank you, my lord. Thank you, steward."
Henry stepped forward and crouched down. He wanted to gently pat Bain on the shoulder, but after thinking it over, he did not. Instead, he comforted him, "Rest well and recover quickly. I am your lord. I need your protection and service. In your current state, you are not qualified."
"Haha, of course. I will die before you do... My lord's valor is unmatched in the East. I can only help out at your side."
Henry dragged his exhausted body back to the tent, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, Henry returned to the battlefield and slaughtered Half-Orcs once more. He seemed not to know fatigue, and his weapons and armor never suffered any damage. The Half-Orcs appeared without end, as though they could never be killed off.
Henry turned and cleaved a Fox-person to death. In his daze, he saw a towering figure seated upon a throne, as though... as though...
Huff! Huff!
Henry suddenly woke up and sat bolt upright.
"Hm?" Henry touched himself and found his body sticky, as if he had sweated heavily.
What did I just dream about? I think I saw...
Battle Summary Battle Rating: Plains Battle Difficulty: Medium Assessment: Great Victory Reward: 7 Overlord Training Points Your Proficiency has increased, activating a new Two-Handed passive skill: ④ Bloodthirsty Butcher (when you are locked in a bloody battle, your strength will increase) You have activated a new One-Handed passive skill: ⑤ Effortless Mastery (your blade can more easily cut into an enemy's weak points) You have activated a new Command passive skill: ② High Morale (your army can withstand greater casualties) You have activated a new Command passive skill: ③ Veterans Lead Newbies (your veterans will train newcomers) You have activated a new Command passive skill: ④ Treat Soldiers Like Sons (your soldiers will respect you more) You have leveled up. Please allocate your free points as soon as possible.
Henry, who had been carefully trying to recall his dream, was suddenly interrupted by the string of panels that popped up. He immediately began examining them.
The difficulty levels are Easy, Simple, Normal, Medium, Hard, Epic, and Legendary. This battle was rated Medium because there were many allied troops present? It really doesn't leave any loopholes to exploit.
Still, seven reward points are enough. My fighting to the point of exhaustion was not wasted. I have eighteen points now. Once I get back, I'll raise a massive army!... Wait, these kill counts? The New Recruit Squad really pulled its weight.
Henry fiddled with the panel as if he were playing a game, repeatedly checking the records on it.
When he saw his personal record, even he was stunned!
Good heavens! I killed twenty-seven Centaurs, one Tiger-man, sixty-seven Gnolls, and forty-eight Goatmen? Damn, am I a Gundam?
Henry secretly nodded, then looked at his Personal Panel.
But after studying it carefully, he found that Command skills were rather useless to him. His future army was destined to undergo "Loyalty" training.
Unless there was something special later in the Command skill tree, they would be completely useless.
"There's nothing to discuss. Add three points to Vitality and raise it straight to nine. As long as I keep chopping away, activating ten skills won't be a dream.
Personal attributes should definitely go into Strength. Intelligence and Charm are unnecessary."
With that, Henry quickly dealt with his special spoils, then lay down again, intending to sleep a little longer.
He always felt that he had not slept well...
"My lord, are you awake?"
Henry helplessly rubbed his eyes and said, "Ailiya, your punishment is no meat today!"
Ailiya entered the tent with a wronged expression and attended to Henry's washing, dressing, and meal in one smooth sequence.
After Ailiya carried away the empty dishes and left, Claude, who had long been waiting outside, entered carrying several sheets of paper densely covered in writing.
"My lord, the spoils from the Seventh Legion's right flank and our own spoils have all been counted. We took everything... that could be taken.
Those Half-Orc heads alone convert to a full seven thousand Denars. There are also many armor and weapons that can still be used after repairs, enough to equip over a thousand men. I picked only the best ones."
Claude still had something he did not say: he thought they could have taken even more!
He had not taken any cloth armor, Cotton Armor, wooden shields, ordinary iron swords, or Iron-tipped Spears. He had focused entirely on the better and more valuable items.
Unfortunately, they had too few hands, and many of these items belonged to the Seventh Legion. Taking too much would attract attention!
Henry nodded in satisfaction. In this kind of war, Noble Private Armies received no bounty. How much they earned depended entirely on themselves.
Henry was very satisfied with this income. It matched his expectations.
"What do you want to say? Say it directly."
After Claude voiced his thoughts, Henry clapped his hands and said, "Have all our soldiers replace their gear and wear the better equipment! Wouldn't that free up more than a hundred sets of military equipment?"
Claude suddenly understood. "That's right! I'll handle it right away."
He had been so busy lately that his mind was muddled. Ever since Henry arrived at the fief, he had never had a moment of rest. Back when he served Henry's father's family, he had never done this much work!
Now, his life was damn fulfilling!
"Mm, I trust you with it. By the way, how many casualties did we suffer?"
Henry looked at the few sheets of paper in his hands and felt his head swelling. They were packed with all kinds of numbers, making him dizzy.
"We lost six heavy cavalrymen. All the Spearmen are gone. The Veteran Skirmishers lost two men, and the rest were injured. The crossbowmen are fine; they only suffered bruises.
The New Recruit Squad lost twenty-one men, with more than thirty wounded. The casualties were very light."
Henry nodded. Those casualties were indeed not heavy. Their enemy had been Half-Orcs.
Henry sent Claude out to get busy while he personally went to inquire about the battle. That kind of information was not something Claude and the others could obtain.
Henry wandered around until noon and learned some of the general situation.
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