Nalant, now with three hundred Energy Points, did not hold back. He directly exchanged all three hundred Energy Points for weakened versions of the strange fruits for the Storm Knights and the mage corps.
His own strength was now barely enough for self-preservation, and advancing to the next level would require an enormous number of strange fruits.
Rather than that, he might as well use the Energy Points to build up the strength of his subordinates first. Once they reached the Land of Death and had plenty of Energy Points, he could exchange strange fruits for himself as well.
After distributing the exchanged fruits among his subordinates, Nalant happily ate roasted meat and leisurely accompanied several Daughters of Luck in admiring the night sky.
Yet while Nalant remained in his own camp, utterly at ease, the duchy teams he had visited during the day were rather annoyed.
A group of nobles sat around the bonfire, all muttering that Nalant was simply incomprehensible.
He even competed with them for Dark Creatures. Kill those things and they were dead—there was no other benefit afterward.
"Everyone, what should we do? We originally wanted to use the journey to let the soldiers properly adapt to fighting Dark Creatures, but Baron Nalant comes every day to cause trouble!"
"Exactly. He kills all the stronger Hellhounds and Death Knights, leaving only those skeleton soldiers and Headless Knights. Our soldiers have no great difficulty fighting them!"
"Sigh, what else can we do? We are all killing Dark Creatures. Are we supposed to report Baron Nalant to the Alliance Enforcement Team? You should know that our duchies have received quite a few Dwarven weapons from him!"
"But this cannot go on either. We will reach the Land of Death in another three days, and we do not have