A Bit Poor, Aren't We?

After taking control of the castle from top to bottom, Nalant had Catherine summon Quick and the others.

He then began looting the castle for spoils.

Duke and Chell had already been securely tied up with ropes and placed obediently in cushioned chairs.

Nalant's guards, accompanied by the castle steward, began combing through the castle inch by inch for valuables.

Before long, silver dinnerware sets, gold ornaments and small golden decorations, exquisite bronze candlesticks, and the like were all brought out.

As Duke watched item after item being carried into the front courtyard, his eyes nearly split with rage. Every one of those things was a precious treasure of his castle.

The Northern Principality had never had many metal mines to begin with, and these gold and silver items were luxuries used to adorn a castle. Yet not a single good thing had been left behind—they were all about to be taken by Nalant.

"Why is there so little?" What made Duke want to cough up blood even more was that Nalant actually frowned at the sight of the spoils, finding them far too scant.

"My lord, we also found over a hundred gold coins in the storeroom, along with several hundred silver coins and several thousand copper coins. Altogether, they should be worth more than a hundred and fifty gold coins!"

"Is that so? Still too little! Are you sure you haven't missed anything? This is a baron's castle!" Nalant was deeply disappointed. How could a long-established baron's castle feel even poorer than his own Lucky Castle?

"Sir Nalant, how is this poor? Our Omi Family is richer than quite a few barons!" Duke immediately objected. By receiving merchant caravans, they had earned far more gold coins than those minor nobles in the interior.

At that moment, Quick offered