Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Upon hearing the news that His Highness the Crown Prince was going to give gifts, the veterans' spirits were instantly ignited, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement.

Having experienced countless battles, the scars on their bodies were the marks of time, and at this moment, their breathing couldn't help but quicken, as if waiting for a long-awaited surprise.

As soldiers successively walked up to Soren with countless small cloth bags, an indescribable atmosphere of joy permeated the air.

Soren smiled, picked up one of the cloth bags, gently weighed it, and slowly opened it, nodding with satisfaction, his expression seeming to affirm his actions and praise the hard work of all the veterans.

In this regard, Yasso obviously understood flexibility better than Corena.

For these battle-hardened veterans, a tangible reward was more touching than any flowery rhetoric.

Each small cloth bag contained 20 gold coins, which, although not a large amount, felt significantly different in weight when held in hand.

This reward came from Soren's personal pocket; he wanted to express his gratitude and respect for the soldiers in his own way.

The total amount of this reward was as high as 500,000 gold coins.

This sum of money may seem insignificant, but for non-wartime soldiers, an ordinary soldier's annual salary was only a few gold coins, and even during wartime, it would only increase by one or two gold coins.

For any soldier, this was a considerable fortune.

While distributing the wealth, Soren also learned about the soldiers' rules regarding the acquisition of spoils.

This wealth was often the soldiers' private stash, but this had been a tradition of the empire for many years.

As long as they weren't caught on the spot, the officers would only confiscate the wealth and would not pursue the soldiers' responsibility.

Looking at the heavy money bags in their hands, the soldiers' faces showed long-lost smiles. They felt the sincerity and care of His Highness the Crown Prince, and they cherished this warmth.

Soren also took the opportunity to add: "I know that everyone has made a small fortune this time, but some spoils may be troublesome to convert into cash. If you still trust me, tomorrow I will purchase those inconveniently carried spoils at the military supply depot in the camp. You are welcome to come and exchange them for gold coins that are easier to carry and use."

These words moved the soldiers even more, and they expressed their gratitude one after another.

Soren's actions solved their immediate needs, and with the Crown Prince's personal endorsement, the quartermasters wouldn't dare to lower the price too much.

As night fell, an atmosphere of joy and warmth permeated the camp.

The soldiers sat around the campfire, talking about the Crown Prince's generosity and thoughtfulness, and everyone's face was filled with a satisfied smile.

Yakuk was excited. He was the first soldier to walk into the military supply tent with his spoils.

He planned to sell all the valuable spoils he had obtained in this battle to raise funds to buy the resources he needed for his cultivation.

His heart was full of anticipation, and his steps seemed particularly light.

When he lifted the curtain of the tent and stepped into the military supply tent, his eyes suddenly widened, and he froze.

What he saw was that noble figure sitting at the head of the tent – His Highness the Crown Prince himself.

Soren was sitting there quietly, his eyes deep and bright, as if he could see through everything.

His presence filled the entire tent with majesty and solemnity.

Yakuk's heart was filled with surprise and awe; he didn't expect to meet the Crown Prince here.

When Soren saw that the first person to patronize his business was an old acquaintance he knew, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong, are you worried that this Crown Prince will drive the price down too harshly?" Soren joked, his voice gentle and kind,

instantly breaking the tense atmosphere inside the tent.

Yakuk hesitated,

His words were suddenly interrupted, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Soren looked at him, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and gently tapped the table, the sound crisp and pleasant, "Bring the things up!"

Yakuk woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly placed the spoils in his hand carefully on the table.

They were some exquisite jewels and precious metals, shining brightly in the light.

Soren carefully looked at these spoils, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Are these all your gains from this battle?" Soren asked, his voice full of interest. "Yes, Your Highness," Yakuk replied, his voice revealing pride. "These were all captured by my own hands."

Soren nodded, fully aware of the value of these spoils. He pondered for a moment, and then gave a reasonable price.

When Yakuk heard the price, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that His Highness the Crown Prince would be so fair, and the price given was far beyond his expectations.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Yakuk said gratefully, bowing deeply before leaving the military supply tent.

Yakuk's heart was filled with joy and gratitude, unable to be concealed, immediately making the soldiers waiting outside the tent's eyes light up.

The news that the Crown Prince was personally sitting in the military supply tent to purchase the soldiers' spoils spread quickly throughout the army like a gust of wind.

The soldiers, carrying all kinds of treasures, came to sell them in an endless stream.

The items in the soldiers' hands were dazzling, including exquisite silver candlesticks, gold-cast scepters, and weapons inlaid with various gems, each gem shining with a unique brilliance, making it a feast for the eyes.

Some even brought out silk robes custom-made by nobles. Among them, Soren also received some exquisite personal underwear from noble ladies, and many were the erotic type, making Soren laugh and cry. However, in order not to affect the image he had painstakingly established, he could only bite the bullet and accept them, which made Corena and Jennifer next to him blush.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. In order to maintain a fair and just image, these things must naturally be accepted," Soren said with a wry face.

Jennifer and Corena showed understanding expressions at the same time, making Soren too lazy to explain further.

"Yasso, what are you laughing at?" Soren looked at Yasso, who was covering his mouth and snickering, and kicked him in the butt,

knocking him to the ground.

Yasso immediately howled on the ground: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

The guards outside the tent, hearing the playful voices of the princes and princesses inside, quickly stopped the soldiers who wanted to enter the tent.