I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 238 Waste Utilization
At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, a large group of people stood on the western city wall of Walteradnoi in the cold wind and sunshine. Chris, surrounded by the crowd, leaned on the mottled crenellated bricks and watched the double-headed eagle flag flutter in the wind.

Beneath the city walls, his army surged into the streets like a tide, the sound of iron boots clattering on the stone pavement was rhythmic and heavy, and the prince's army was advancing towards the central square in a wedge formation.

The city's residents kept their doors and windows tightly shut, only daring to peek at the unfamiliar army through the cracks. Occasionally, the sound of a child crying could be heard from behind a window, but it was quickly covered up by the mother's hand.

"This strategy for conquering Waterladnoy... is going so smoothly it's almost unreal."

Chris sighed.

The garrison of Wotradnoy surrendered completely before he even arrived with his men. They were very sensible and did not make any unnecessary or annoying moves. The entire regiment obediently laid down their weapons.

There are many reasons for this, such as the garrison suffering significant losses in last night's turmoil, the current commander being a minor nobleman of the king, and the fact that this kid has no way out abroad...

Chris couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters. Since the garrison had surrendered wisely and hadn't caused any casualties to Connie's men, he wasn't stingy with his mercy.

The surrendered garrison soldiers and their leaders could choose to take their travel expenses home or stay to help maintain city security. After future screening and testing, they would decide whether to take the money home or stay to become police officers.

The elimination of speculators is definitely necessary, but for the sake of stability, this cannot be rushed; it can only be carried out after we have established a firm foothold.

As for the Jihad Army... well, that group did cause Connie quite a bit of trouble last night, but they were all wiped out, and some remnants escaped or surrendered.

Hmm, do you think that running away will make things alright for a cult member who dares to confront you?
Chris prepared to turn back and order the player to lead the surrendered garrison soldiers to conduct a large-scale search and identification operation inside and outside the city, unless these people managed to escape to the desolate wilderness or leave Bagnia's territory.

Otherwise, not one of them would escape.

Chris has no intention of showing any mercy to these people, nor will he tolerate them.

Individuals who are heinous and incorrigible will inevitably be hanged, beheaded, or shot; there will be no other way out.

Those who are willing to repent will have to undergo labor reform for a few years. Chris doesn't care whether their faith changes or not, but people must recognize their mistakes. If they can't, then they'll have to undergo labor reform for life.

As for the others who blindly followed along but didn't actually participate, Chris didn't let them off the hook either. He would catch them, fine those who had money, and make those who didn't have to do community activities, such as sweeping the streets, cleaning the latrines, and repairing roads.

Of course, Chris would also leave a way out for the poor. Although there was no money for this kind of work, there was enough food. They could bring their whole family to eat. The only problem was that they couldn't escape. They had to work themselves to death and atone for their sins through labor.

As for the third-party forces, they are the Minisians who came out to cause trouble.

Chris looked up at the place where thick smoke was rising. It was the former Bagnian Royal Palace, now the building complex housing the Parliament of the Republic of Bagnia, where a small-scale battle was taking place.

The attackers were naturally Chris's men, while the defenders were the Minisians, along with some stubborn guys—a bunch of suicidal bastards.

Chris has marked all the enemies inside with bright red icons, and the player will clean up all the mess for him.

Regardless of their thoughts or what they are fighting for, to Chris, the former are currently just trash, and trash needs to be cleaned up, not left in front of him.

Chris squinted and noticed a troop of cavalry escorting several people dressed in fine clothes toward the castle... They were the city's former rulers, now with their hands tied behind their backs, walking with difficulty.

What are they doing here... Oh, right, they must have captured some important figures and, not knowing what to do with them, are bringing them here for me to see.

As for why Chris didn't go to see them... well, Chris isn't stupid. The city is in chaos right now, clearly unsafe. Besides, it just doesn't make sense for the victors to go to the losers.

"Connie, Araka is dead, but not completely dead?"

Chris suddenly asked Connie, who was standing nearby, a question that snapped her out of her daze.

"Ah...yes, he died, but after he died, his body became a corpse, and then there was..."

"Where's the body?"

Chris didn't listen any further. He already knew about this from the players' reports, including Aranka becoming a so-called saint and then flying into the sky. The only thing he was interested in now was the remains left behind after the latter's death.

“I’ll have it carried up… However, Your Highness, I personally suggest that it be checked several times. This thing is quite strange; no one knows if it’s poisonous or has some kind of curse.”

Oh, is that so?
That was my oversight.

Chris was taken aback, then he subconsciously turned around and looked at a person wearing a cloak, whose head and hands were not exposed.

"consultant?"

The mysterious man slightly raised his head, revealing a pale chin beneath the shadow of his cloak. He didn't answer immediately, but instead walked slowly forward to the edge of the city wall, glancing a few times at the place where Arak had "ascended to heaven."

"No problem, Your Highness."

"explain."

"The Earth Mother Goddess is a righteous deity. I did not see any evil or strange elements in the power she left behind. Therefore, what Araka left behind must be because he used too much of his own divine power during his lifetime, which caused him to be too deeply corrupted by divine power and exceeded the critical point."

Therefore, after his death, such strange things happened to his body. But this also means that the green crystals he left behind are all good things, containing the power generated by the erosion of the Earth Mother Goddess's divine power.

If we conduct targeted research... perhaps we can use it to create something interesting.

"Something interesting?"

Chris became interested and pressed for more details.

"Weapons and equipment, extraordinary gadgets... or, potions that can grant people power."

However, by utilizing the legacy of a high priestess of the Earth Mother in this way, the user may be rejected and cursed by the earth.

"fine."

Chris grinned.

"Go ahead and do your research... My personal guards won't mind any side effects."

(End of this chapter)