Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Amidst the chaotic warfare in the Northwest, Soren not only promised titles of nobility, but the officers of other units were also secretly plotting to eliminate those nobles listed on the "betrayal" list in one fell swoop.

If His Majesty the Emperor wanted to bestow more titles upon meritorious subjects, he had to first cleanse these nobles, making room for new heroes.

Whether it was the First Legion, the Third Army, or the Alfonso Legion, they displayed unparalleled ruthlessness and decisiveness when dealing with those treacherous nobles.

Under their iron hooves, the residences of those nobles were looted, and their people were almost entirely slaughtered.

This is the cruelty of war: the victor reigns supreme, while the vanquished are utterly annihilated.

In this great turmoil, the civilians and serfs of the Northwest were miraculously preserved.

This was thanks to the protection of the Imperial Law, which acted as a strong barrier, shielding these innocent lives from the ravages of war.

Although the army was ferocious, they did not dare to openly violate the law and harm civilians and slaves.

Otherwise, given their nature, they would probably have abducted all the civilians and slaves in the Northwest and sold them to other lands.

This turmoil, however, brought unprecedented business opportunities to Soren.

The news that he was buying back spoils of war at a fair price quickly spread throughout the military camp.

Suddenly, a burst of noise came from outside the military camp, breaking the momentary peace.

"What's happening outside?" Soren asked, frowning.

Yasso immediately understood and sent someone to check the situation.

Soon, Yasso returned with a strange expression and reported, "Your Highness, it's soldiers from the Third Army, they want to sell us spoils of war."

Upon hearing this, a gleam flashed in Soren's eyes.

This was an excellent opportunity to further expand his influence and also have the opportunity to come into contact with more valuable spoils of war.

Corena curled her lips and said, "These soldiers from the Third Army actually dare to bypass their superiors and come directly to Your Highness. Aren't they afraid of being given a hard time when they go back?"

"That proves that this Crown Prince is wise and mighty, worthy of the soldiers' trust," Soren said with a smile. "Bring them over."

Corena rolled her eyes and scolded with a smile, "Royal Brother is becoming more and more shameless."

Yasso nodded in agreement.

Soren turned around and kicked him in the butt.

"Royal Brother, why do you always hit me? It was Royal Sister who said you were shameless, not me," Yasso muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Haven't you heard, hitting is affection, scolding is love? It proves that I love you, my younger brother, the most," Soren said with a smile.

Yasso secretly raised his middle finger at Soren's back.

Seeing this action, not only Corena, but even Jennifer next to her looked confused.

"Royal Brother, what does this action mean?" Corena asked.

Yasso hesitated and dared not say it, he knew very well that this Royal Sister of his admired Royal Brother very much, if he dared to say it, he would complain to Royal Brother in a blink of an eye, and he would be beaten again.

"I'll go help Royal Brother."

Kalan of the Third Army is a hero figure recently promoted in the army.

He joined the army as an ordinary commoner soldier, and in the Battle of Devil's Canyon, he successfully broke through to become a Second-Order Swordsman and was promoted to a ten-man squad leader.

He performed outstandingly in the Siege of Mons Fortress, was brave and good at fighting, and was promoted to deputy captain of a hundred-man team.

Such a key figure being cultivated actually came to Soren.

At this moment, the eyes of the soldiers around him were like knives and swords, especially the guards beside the Crown Prince, their eyes were sharp and vigilant, as if they were ready to pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Even Kalan, who had experienced countless life-and-death tests, couldn't help swallowing subconsciously at this moment.

A sense of inexplicable tension welled up in his heart.

Soren sat upright in a high position, his eyes scrutinizing this newly promoted hero.

Kalan, this young man in his early twenties, although with a childish face, revealed firmness and determination in his eyes.

Soren couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart: This is indeed a promising talent.

"Soldier, bring up the spoils of war you want to sell," Yasso's voice was cold and stern, without a trace of emotion.

Now, Yasso has become Soren's black-faced representative, never showing any courtesy to anyone.

Upon hearing the order, Kalan quickly unloaded the big sack on his back, moving swiftly.

The sack was bulging, obviously full of things.

He carefully opened the sack, and a smell mixed with metal and blood rushed to his nose.

The things in the sack were dazzling, including swords, armor, and some jewelry and antiques, the quantity was astonishing.

Yasso and Jennifer exchanged glances, their brows furrowed.

With so many spoils of war, it was obviously impossible for Kalan to obtain them alone.

They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: Where did these spoils of war come from?

"Your Highness, these are the spoils of war of our squad," Kalan seemed to have noticed their doubts and quickly explained.

His voice carried a hint of urgency and anxiety, obviously not wanting to be misunderstood.

"Oh?" Soren said, showing interest. He put down the wine glass in his hand and stared at Kalan with sharp eyes, "Why not yourself?"

Kalan lowered his head, his voice a little dim: "They are all injured, Old Dirk even lost a leg. After going back this time, his life will probably be very difficult."

Speaking of this, a trace of sadness and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Soren was silent for a moment, understanding Kalan's meaning in his heart.

Soldiers serving in the Empire generally serve for ten years before retiring.

After retirement, the Empire will give a considerable retirement bonus as a reward for their many years of hard work.

If a soldier retires due to injury, in addition to receiving a disability allowance, there is no other guarantee.

An old soldier like Old Dirk who has lost a leg will have an extremely difficult life after retirement.

Soren took a deep breath, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

These soldiers have paid a huge price for the peace and tranquility of the Empire.

Now he is X

He made this decision.

It seems that after going back, some effort should be put into this matter.

Soon, Soren and the others made an assessment of these spoils of war.

"These spoils of war are worth five hundred and sixty-eight gold coins, what do you think?" Soren asked.

Kalan immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness! I am very satisfied with this price."

Soren immediately asked Corena to get the money.

Soren asked with a smile: "Doesn't the Third Army have a quartermaster to buy spoils of war? Why come to me?"