Bana seemed to remember something and pointed toward the door. "My lord, fortunately, I brought back all the discarded equipment you asked me to retrieve from Seaguard."
"It's just... we've already captured House Legg's fine equipment. Do you still need this junk?"
His voice carried a hint of worry. He feared that the things he'd risked his life to bring back would turn out to be nothing but useless trash, unable to help Suleiman at all.
At that, Suleiman smiled.
"No, Bana. You brought it back at just the right time."
He turned to Lushen.
"Have someone make a few repairs to this junk. No matter how battered and worn it is, there'll be subjects willing to buy it."
The subjects' enthusiasm for the equipment buyback program had exceeded his expectations. Nearly all the old subjects had used their spoils to buy equipment. If warhorses and plate armor hadn't been excluded from the sale, some wealthy subjects would even have tried to buy them.
Suleiman's simple decision left Bana stunned. He hadn't expected that a plan and task that had clearly become obsolete because of his failure would still hold such an important place in his lord's plans.
An immense sense of fulfillment and worth swept away his unease in an instant.
Suleiman spoke again. "Bana."
"I'm here!" Bana immediately straightened up.
Suleiman walked over with a smile and patted Bana's thin shoulder. "You've worked hard this time. Go get some proper rest for a few days. Take a bath and put on some clean clothes."
"After that, I have a more important task for you."
He paused, looking into Bana's expectant eyes, then slowly announced his appointment.
"I appoint you the mayor of Riverbend Town."
"Bana, you're a clever man. Tell me, what are some ways to make money