Zong Shen did not explain much to Les Kazan.
But the old man would soon understand that his former life was never coming back.
Compared to those residents who had bundled themselves up and "sold themselves" to the territory, Count Les was already extremely fortunate to be allowed to keep one million Denar.
As for the rest of his wealth, it was naturally all confiscated!
This money would ultimately still be spent on the territory's development.
Zong Shen had long since set his sights higher and had no great interest, for now, in the indulgent life of a wealthy man.
To become the strongest lord, he still had to put in a great deal of effort.
Since he had already set foot on this path, there was no reason to give up halfway.
Besides, with troubled times approaching, even Free Citizens probably would not have many peaceful days ahead.
Shaking his head, he put away all the storage accessories on the table.
Les Kazan still retained a storage ring of his own, which Zong Shen had specially permitted.
Clearly, today was another day when everyone came out happy.
Zong Shen had obtained a vast fortune, while Count Les had preserved his life.
Count Les had not made a loss, while Zong Shen had made an absolute killing.
Sitting beside the desk, Zong Shen studied the map of Lentax Great City's jurisdiction spread across its surface, deep in thought.
It marked every Bang City, trade route, and direct road within the Great City's territory.
It was fairly detailed, except it contained no information about village-level settlements.
Compared to Bang Cities and Great Cities, villages were far too easily destroyed.
Sometimes it was a natural disaster; other times, it was a large-scale bandit raid.
Then there were all sorts of bizarre heretic