The Fat Prize Had Been Driven Far Away

To that end, Nalant had even loaded two carriage ballistas onto the wagons. With over twenty barbarians and two ballistas, so long as they did not encounter an enemy force several times their own size, there basically would not be any major problem.

Of course, the ballistas were currently dismantled. Once they reached a suitable location, the guards could simply assemble them.

"Mm!" After hearing Nalant's explanation, Stella did not know what to say about him for a moment.

If one said he was frugal, he was more generous than anyone when giving things away.

Moreover, he did not skimp on the food, drink, and daily necessities he enjoyed either.

But if one said he lacked money, then from Stella's current perspective, with those miraculous inventions of his, Nalant would absolutely become the wealthiest of all Tulip's vassals within a few years.

Yet Nalant still fixated on a few pieces of leather armor that even the second sons of other nobles would rather discard.

Fortunately, she had accompanied the rangers not for spoils of war, and she did not mind Nalant's wagons slowing them down. So she merely gave a soft hum and said nothing more.

In truth, Stella had misunderstood. Nalant was not picking up this leather armor to exchange for money, but because he wanted to take it back and expand his army.

In the eyes of other nobles, for a minor noble to possess over a hundred guards was already immensely impressive, and entirely sufficient.

After all, their territories were only that tiny, and they did not have much money either.

But Nalant did not see it that way. This world did not seem simple to him, and with the threat of Dark Creatures, he wanted to expand his army.

At the very least, until he possessed