Mount & Blade: Pendor Becomes a Dominator Starting with the Creation of a Self-Established Knigh

Chapter 71 Harvest and Quest Completion

Roger, his chest heaving, stood to the side resting while directing his team to clean up the battlefield.

Thanks to the ironclad rules he set in advance, all spoils had to be turned over to the public and distributed uniformly.

Even though the excitement of the battle still lingered on each team member's face, and their eyes gleamed with desire for the spoils, no one dared to make any unnecessary movements.

Ragnar, who had been left in the woods by Rogge, also ran out. He immediately spotted the intact chainmail on the pirate leader who had been killed by Rogge.

Before anyone else could do anything, he painstakingly peeled it off himself, ignoring the bloodstains, and put it on.

The chainmail was a bit too big, and it hung loosely at the shoulders.

"Big brother, this chainmail set is mine, right? I'm the only one without armor!"

He ran up to Roger, tilted his head back, and asked with a hint of pleading in his voice.

He wore them all, and seeing his smug look, Roger shook his head helplessly.

As an administrator, Rogge naturally had the right to make the final allocation.

"Go and collect all the scattered throwing axes; it's a shame to throw them away!"

"Okay!"

Seeing Rogge's tacit approval, Ragnar cheered and dashed off.

Despite his small stature, he is extremely efficient at his work.

In no time at all, they picked up the throwing axes thrown by the pirates and piled them up in the open space.

The battlefield was quickly cleared, and all the spoils were gathered in the open space in front of Rogge, piled up like a small mountain.

Roger stepped forward to count them one by one, his furrowed brows gradually relaxing.

Thirteen pirates, thirteen pieces of armor were completely stripped off.

Twelve of these sets were the most common studded leather armor worn by the pirates. Although bulky, it was effective in resisting ordinary slashes and thrusts.

The most precious item is Ragnar's chainmail, made of finely woven iron rings, which effectively protects against slashing damage.

The gains in weaponry were equally substantial.

Nine of the most commonly used fighting axes by the pirates.

Three one-handed swords with relatively well-maintained blades.

In addition to the twelve sets of throwing axes that Ragnar collected,

These weapons combined are enough to arm another complete ten-man squad.

In Pendor, ordinary weapons can easily sell for tens or hundreds of dinars, making them practically hard currency.

Even without the bounty for the heads, they could make a fortune just by selling the captured weapons and armor.

What pleased Rogge most was that they had captured over a hundred dinars!

There are also thousands of Kavala copper coins!

At this moment, the pile of coins was stacked into a small hill.

"So much money!" someone in the militia exclaimed.

Many of these militiamen had never had such a large sum of money in their entire lives.

Their eyes were fixed on the pile of coins, and many of them began to breathe rapidly.

Just then, Ragnar walked up to Rogge, his expression serious.

"Brother Roger, they've been hoarding coins! I saw it clearly just now!"

He stuffed two into his boots!

He must have a few in his palm!

... "

Ragnar named the people who had hoarded the coins one by one, and the faces of those named instantly turned pale.

Upon hearing this, Roger frowned.

All eyes turned to Rogge.

He didn't immediately get angry; he just stood there quietly with his arms crossed, looking at everyone with a cold and serious gaze.

After a while, Rogge spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:

"I don't think anyone has forgotten my rules, right?"

"All spoils shall be turned over to the public; this is an ironclad rule!"

Without rules, you're nothing but a rabble!

"If you hand over your hidden items willingly, I won't hold anyone accountable this time."

The group of people who had been hiding there felt ashamed and fearful upon seeing Roger's serious expression.

They hurriedly pulled out their hidden coins from their boots and belt linings.

Seeing that one of them was still not behaving himself, Ragnar decisively stepped forward and pulled a handful of coins from the man's pocket.

The man was shocked upon seeing this and immediately said:

"Why!

"You ungrateful wretch! Five of those were given to me by Lord Rogue when he recruited me!"

Ragnar turned around and saw Rogge nod. He then counted out five coins from a handful and returned them to the man.

Everything that was observed had been dealt with, and Rogge didn't intend to pursue what wasn't observed, but he still gave a warning:

"This is your first offense, so I won't pursue the matter further. But if it happens again, get out of the group immediately!"

Rogge paid them a good salary, and the hoarders nodded repeatedly, their faces showing even more shame.

The other team members also lowered their heads, no longer daring to harbor any disloyal thoughts.

Seeing that the deterrent effect had been achieved, Rogge's tone softened somewhat:

"Weapons and equipment, you can choose from these first and replace the ones with dull blades."

"As for the reward money, now is not the time to distribute it. When we get back to the fortress, I'll buy sheep, and you can eat as much meat as you want!"

Upon hearing Rogge's assurance, the tense atmosphere vanished, and the team members cheered.

For them, being able to eat meat to their heart's content is more valuable than any reward.

Rogge looked at the jubilant group of troops, but he knew very well what was going on.

Meat can be plentiful, but rewards must not be given out indiscriminately.

The core cohesion of this team is not supported by any team honors.

These villagers, who had just put down their hoes and picked up weapons, had not yet formed a deep bond with the team.

If a large sum of money is given to them now, there's no guarantee that some won't save up enough and then leave.

When the time comes, all the people he has spent money and effort training will have left, and he will be the only one who suffers losses.

As the cheers subsided, someone suggested cutting off the heads of the pirates in exchange for dinars.

Rogge frowned.

To be honest, he simply couldn't accept this practice of cutting off heads for money.

It was too barbaric, so barbaric that it was unacceptable to him, a man whose bones still bore the imprint of modern civilization.

The thought of carrying a string of bloody human heads on his journey made him feel uncomfortable all over, and his SAN value would drop to zero along the way.

Seeing that Roger remained silent and his expression was not good,

Virgil, who was standing to the side, had a sudden thought. He immediately took two steps forward and waved to the teammate:

"No need to cut off the head, it's too much trouble anyway, cutting off the pirate's right ear will do..."

Roger breathed a sigh of relief and gave Virgil a satisfied look.

The team members had no choice but to take out their daggers, cut off the right ears of the pirates one by one, and string them together with rope...

……

Two ragged villagers were brought before Rogge.

Their hair was disheveled, their lips were chapped and peeling, and they looked as if they hadn't had water in a long time; they were extremely weak.

Roger took off his water pouch and tossed it to them. Only after the two men had both drunk a considerable amount of water did Roger begin to ask questions:

"Who are you? How did you get captured by the pirates?"

The two militiamen recruited from Gangde Village looked at Rogge with gratitude in their eyes, and one of them couldn't stop crying.

"Sir, we are two conscripted militiamen from Gangde Village."

"Yesterday, we followed Lord Sigurd to ambush the pirates in the wilderness, but we unexpectedly ran into a large pirate force."

The army suffered a crushing defeat... The villagers were either killed or captured, and the two of us were taken prisoner.

"And what about this small group of pirates?" Roger continued to ask.

"After the pirates won, they split into many small teams and went around burning, killing, and looting, committing all sorts of atrocities," another younger villager said through gritted teeth.

"Do you know why they didn't kill you?"

"Sir, the pirates don't execute prisoners as often anymore."

They took all the captured people south, but we don't know exactly where they were going to be sent.

Roger nodded, silently memorizing this information.

Thinking of the exaggerated armor coverage in the pirate ranks, Roger realized that the pirates' power was greater than he had imagined! The situation was more serious than he had anticipated!

He glanced at the two weakened villagers and said gently, "We're heading back to Ganders Fortress anyway. If you have nowhere to go, you can come with us!"

Their faces immediately lit up with ecstatic joy:

"Yes! We're willing!"

"Thank you so much for saving our lives, sir. Please don't hesitate to ask if you ever need our help!"

Roger smiled, said nothing, and simply had his teammates get them some food.

……

The coins were handed over to Virgil for safekeeping, the spoils were carried by all the members, and the group packed their belongings and headed towards the Ganders fortress.

Everyone was exhausted after a battle.

Roger knew that they were no longer fit to wander the wilderness; if they encountered another group of pirates, the consequences would be dire.

The most urgent task is to return to the fortress as soon as possible, convert the victory into money and supplies, and give the troops a proper rest.

By the time the outline of the distant fortress appeared on the horizon, it was already completely dark.

Fortunately, the city gates were not yet closed. They walked through the lower city, where only a few houses on both sides of the street had dim lights on.

In a reception area in front of the main castle, a dim light shone through the air, and a castle servant lay idly in a chair, passing the time.

Roger knocked gently on the door.

Hearing the noise, the servant lazily raised his head, his face full of impatience, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"What's wrong? It's so late, can't a person get some rest?"

"Sir, we've come to deliver the bounty."

Roger said calmly as he placed the string of pirate ears strung together with hemp rope on the table.

The young servant's gaze fell on the bloody earrings, and he was instantly so frightened that he sat bolt upright.

He stared at Roger in disbelief, stammering, "You... what mission did you complete?"

"We came to register yesterday; we are a mercenary team from Broken Amber Village."

Roger pointed to the ear on the table.

"These are the right ears of thirteen pirates."

"Sea pirates?!"

The young servant gasped in disbelief, his face filled with shock.

You must know that not long ago, even the commander of the garrison suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the pirates, with only half of his troops returning...

And this seemingly unique young man actually led the villagers and single-handedly killed thirteen pirates?

"This...how is this possible?"

The young attendant tried to remain calm.

"Besides this, is there any other evidence?"

Roger wasn't angry; he simply turned around and gestured.

The team members behind him immediately untied the bundles on the ground.

"Manager, please take a look!"

The young servant stood up unconsciously, and when he saw the dozen or so pieces of studded leather armor belonging to the pirates, he was completely stunned.

The ears may not belong to the pirates, but the armor speaks for itself.

This young man in front of us actually led his mercenary squad and wiped out a group of pirates!