Returning Home to Develop the Territory, Master is Going to Spend Wildly

Claude quickly got up, saying he would go find Henry some other delicious dishes and fruits.

These were not words he could listen to. Henry valued him, and he was very grateful, but he couldn't be so lacking in discernment.

After Claude left, Glen lowered his posture significantly and said, "Henry, let bygones be bygones, okay?"

"Of course, but I hope you leave this table. In front of outsiders, we are still from the academy."

Henry shook his head, his impression of Glen worsening, from initial respect to current disdain.

Glen smiled and nodded, then got up and left, his smile immediately vanishing.

He had grown up in the Royal Capital! The son of a Court Count! Everything had gone smoothly for him since birth, so why should a mere warrior swagger in front of him!

You're good at fighting, are you? What's the use of being good at fighting!

Fas, not far away, noticed this, nudged Boman, and motioned for the four of them to come over.

Soon, Bain and the other three's competition venue moved to Henry's dining table, leaving Henry speechless.

"Bain, you're injured, this is too greasy, and drink less wine."

"Got it, Master, but I'm about to finish my tenth chicken leg, I'm about to win!"

Henry shook his head and continued eating the steak on his plate. Fas, who had already given up on the competition, leaned over and whispered, "Did you fall out?"

"You know?"

Fas shook his head and smiled, "Those who come out of the academy aren't fools."

"Yeah, there are no fools in the academy, but he treats me like one."

Fas thought for a moment and said, "Glen's family is very powerful, his relatives hold high positions, and he has good grades in the academy, so he's very arrogant."

"I'm also first! As if I'm not first too."

Fas: ...

"Alright, alright, you're all first, I'm just second... Henry, as a friend, I advise you to be careful. I don't know why you fell out, but you must be wary."

"Thank you, Fas."

Soon, the eating contest ended, with Bain winning once again.

Boman wiped his mouth and said with a look of dissatisfaction, "Kid, I'm just getting old. If I were three or four years younger, I'd definitely eat faster than you!"

"Haha, you're only six years older than me!"

Boman turned his head away from Bain and asked Henry, "What are your plans next? To be an old gentleman officer in the supply convoy?"

"Otherwise? I can't afford to lose any more men. We're not like the Imperial Legion, which can continuously send reinforcements.

Moreover, I have too few people I can trust. Once I have too few men, I'm worried my spoils of war will be targeted. That's tens of thousands of Denars."

Boman and Fas nodded; they also faced Henry's troubles. Each of them had only a little over thirty men left, unable to do anything they wanted.

Boman was always optimistic and suggested, "How about we go to your supply convoy? The three of us can all be old gentleman officers!"

Fas completely ignored him and deduced, "Actually, we can completely leave the Legion and go back to develop our Territories. There's no need to waste time here."

This war will definitely last two to three years. We can fully recuperate and participate in the next campaign. The King will not allow the pioneering efforts to shrink.

If the border line starts to shrink, it means that the flourishing Empire has passed its peak. Once the majesty of the Royal Family is questioned, the internal conflicts within the Empire will instantly erupt."

Henry nodded. Fas's idea coincided with his own.

He had been wanting to cut something during this time, and yesterday's battlefield had allowed him to release the stirring in his heart.

For the next period of time, they could completely return with abundant spoils of war to build their Territory and accumulate Strength.

At the very least, this time, Henry's gains could completely establish nine Farmsteads of six hundred people! Of course, this was just a straightforward way of saying it; money wasn't spent like that.

The banquet lasted until late at night before the Nobles slowly left. Since there were no beautiful female relatives, maids, or open and enthusiastic Dancers, many Nobles did not have their fill.

Henry and the others returned to their camp together and fell asleep as soon as they lay down on their beds.

The next day, Henry received news that the Demihuman prisoners of war would be sent back to the Royal Capital to be dealt with personally by His Majesty the King.

This could inspire more Nobles with enthusiasm for military achievements and honor, sending their surplus younger sons to become Pioneer Nobles.

Henry also found Sebastian early in the morning and expressed his intention to leave.

"Knight Henry, you can absolutely stay. I will pay you one thousand Denar every month, and your Private Army can enjoy the Legion's Military Provisions. This will be of great help to you."

"Thank you, Legion Commander, for trying to keep me, but I have been away from my fiefdom for too long, already four months. I need to go back and see."

There were too many things in the fiefdom, and Tommy couldn't handle them alone. The forty New Recruits he had left him back then felt like a joke.

He needed to go back and deal with the merchants who had signed Trade contracts, the Castle that Pedro had "given" him, and Earl John's cooperation.

"Alright, Henry, I regret this. I will pay you this month's salary... Are you leaving today?"

Henry straightened his Imperial Robe, nodded, and said, "That's right, I, Knight Boman, and Knight Fas will leave together."

"That's good too, it will be safer. Well then, I look forward to meeting you again, Henry Burley."

"As do I, Count."

After receiving the one thousand Denar salary, Henry returned to the camp, which had already been packed up and dismantled, and ordered Philip and Vasco, "Depart!"

Bain thought for a moment and asked, "Aren't we waiting for Knight Boman and Knight Fas?"

"Their Army is smaller, and they have fewer things. They are already waiting for us outside."

Just like that, Henry, who had been out and about for four months, embarked on his journey home.

Compared to four months ago, Henry was richer, and his Army was more elite. Overall, things were steadily improving.

"Hey! Henry! Over here!"

Henry, riding on his horse, saw Boman and Fas in the distance and led his team over.

Boman rode over and looked at Henry's Skilled Infantry team from left to right, his face full of envy.

"Henry, you've made a fortune this time. Over a hundred Armored soldiers? You're going to be a Baron."

Fas looked at Henry's long convoy, also full of envy.

"Alright, alright, stop pretending. Did you two earn less? Fewer things don't mean less money. Do you think I don't know that you dumped all your spoils of war on those Nobles?"

"Haha, nothing can be hidden from you. I was just thinking that I could spend the money to build the Territory as soon as I get back."

Fas rarely took over Boman's words and said, "That's right, the sooner you spend it, the sooner you earn it back. A large amount of supplies are pouring into the Eastern Region, and prices will definitely drop."

Henry smiled. This time, he was going to start buying, buying, buying!