In Tyler's eyes, Imril, who was doomed to lose, was now busy without pause.
Ever since the Crimson Caravan Alliance agreed to lend Charles money,
Charles's life had suddenly improved.
The spoils from before, the Magic Stones seized from the orcs, had nearly all been spent, and there was still no solution for the military expenses ahead.
But now things were different. He had struck it rich again in one stroke.
Materials worth over a million Magic Stones were delivered to Charles's territory by the Crimson Caravan Alliance, batch after batch.
Such an enormous transaction was simply impossible to hide from anyone.
Moreover, the Crimson Caravan Alliance itself consisted of many merchants—humans, orcs, and even half-elves.
Other than certain commercial secrets that could be concealed for a short while, information within this organization leaked like water through a sieve.
Less than half a month after Ross, the head of the Crimson Caravan Alliance, decided to lend Charles military funds, the news had already spread through nearly all the Land of Chaos.
Every faction reacted differently.
But on Charles's side, everyone was busy as hell.
The materials had arrived, and much of the work that had previously stopped began again.
Charles began training Blood Ring Knights once more. The money from before had only been enough to train a dozen or so. How could that possibly be enough?
He had to go all in!
Training a single Blood Ring Knight from start to finish cost more than ten thousand Magic Stones.
Not all the materials Charles received from the Crimson Caravan Alliance were used on the Blood Ring Knights.
This time, including the ones from before, Charles gathered a total of fifty newly trained Blood Ring Knights.
He had been modifying the knights one after another during this period, which alone