Foxlike Pope

After the Northern Army entered the imperial capital, it naturally committed no atrocities. Although these militiamen had not received much training, under the old officers' restraint, none of them dared violate the military laws Reiner had established.

"My dear uncle, at critical moments, one's family is always the most trustworthy!" Reiner walked over and gave Count Corde a huge hug.

Count Corde already had plenty of white hair on his head. Even Reiner was twenty-eight now, and twelve years had passed, bringing Count Corde close to fifty. Nevertheless, he remained Reiner's capable assistant.

"All of this was Her Highness the Grand Duchess's idea..." Count Corde said. "You have a good wife and a group of good subjects. They are willing to do anything to help you fight your enemies!"

"Oh?" Reiner raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why do you say that?"

He gestured for Count Corde to sit down, then sat in a chair himself.

"These warriors were not all mobilized by The Empress. In fact, for the sake of stability and your safety, she carried out a strict selection process. Only the bravest, most capable, most loyal people with the cleanest family backgrounds were allowed to join the army and help you fight. There were only around five thousand such people!"

"However, once the news spread that you were facing a powerful enemy, the people of the Northern Frontier began demanding to enlist and fight for you. To ensure that no ill-intentioned people slipped in, The Empress ordered them to spend their own money purchasing iron armor from Mecalon's arsenal!"

"All twenty thousand of them were your loyal subjects, willing to pay the price of five silver coins to fight for you! Your Majesty, your benevolence has won their hearts!"

After hearing Count Corde's words, Reiner's expression became remarkably animated.