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I only instigated a rebellion of one-third of the Janissaries in one legion, and the consumption was so terrible. How could the Thessaly region support a legion? How did the Ottoman Empire support 18 legions? How many mines did they have at home?

Aenarion fell into deep doubt. Professional soldiers were capable of fighting, but they were too expensive. So he asked Luther and Astariel how the Ottomans solved the problem of high military pay.

"The Ottomans were highly centralized. Although the tax farming system was extremely cruel to the peasants, for the upper class, this system could steadily collect a large amount of taxes. Moreover, it was not the legion commander who paid the salary of the Janissaries, but the Sultan himself. The Janissaries only had the right to station troops, and they had no control over local taxes. It was the Sultan, not Thessaly, who fed them."

Luther said patiently.

"The population of Greece and Asia Minor combined is roughly estimated to be 20 million, and the average number of people in a Janissary legion is 6,000, and 18 legions only have 100,000. It is still affordable for 20 million people to support 100,000 unproductive professional soldiers. In short, you occupy Athens, the most depleted area in the Balkans, which was destroyed a few years ago and has not yet recovered. That's why it is more difficult to support you."

Aenarion was somewhat helpless. Forget it. With the silver mine as a foundation, he could still hold on. Now that he had people, he might as well reclaim the wasteland first to accommodate the 40,000 people brought by Luther and the parents of the Janissaries.

After initially dealing with the placement of the Fallen Army, several servants reminded Aenarion that it was time for the banquet.

Aenarion held a banquet to celebrate the victory of the Christian War. The Lich Governor of Venice, the Cardinal of Rome, the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller all attended, and the leader of the fallen angels, Meril Astelan, and Luther also arrived to join in the celebration.

However, so many people did not sit on the main seat, leaving this seat of honor to Aenarion.

"To Aenarion! Christ's hero! Not only did he defeat the Ottoman Warmaster, but he also caused one third of the angels of the First Legion to rebel! Now Christ also has a powerful Janissary Legion in his hands!"

The cardinal's eyes were glowing and he laughed heartily. The Catholic Church had been suppressed by the Ottomans for half a century, and finally saw a ray of dawn amidst a series of failures and the corpses of the holy wars scattered all over the mountains.

"No, no, no, the main heroes this time are still Luther and Ya.

Commander Stellan, come, this first toast, to the fallen angels! To Luther! To Astelan! "

Aenarion also raised his glass, giving the two men enough face. Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the victory. For a moment, the barriers between Muslims, Orthodox Christians and Catholics seemed to disappear. Everyone joined forces to overcome the most difficult war and celebrated the most enthusiastic victory. Greek lamb, seafood, chickpeas, olives, soybeans and other foods were cooked in the form of burnt paper and served out one plate after another. Barrels of top-quality wine specially made for Athens were brought into the banquet hall.

The group of people had been on edge for months under the attack of the First Legion, and finally they were able to relax at this dinner.

In public, Meryl Astelan also stood up. He should not be a pure-blooded Slav, because he was obviously over a hundred years old, but his body was still strong and his face was still strong, but time had left deep grooves on it. His neatly combed black hair and beard were mixed with some old white. He looked to be in his forties or fifties at most, with amber eyes burning with the fire of ambition.

Aenarion looked at the new Lord of the First Legion, a 15th-level paladin. Judging from his professional level, he might be even more powerful than Hepanth.

The Christians looked at him in confusion, wondering what this veteran of four Ottoman dynasties, one of the biggest traitors in history, wanted to say.

He drew out his sword, held the tip of the sword against his neck, and handed the hilt to Aenarion. He knelt on the ground and performed a surrender ceremony - he had already betrayed the First Legion, and there was no way he could return to the Ottoman Empire. He would probably have to work under little Angelos for the rest of his life, so he had to behave well.

But until now, Enari Night Raid, Group Lu; ⑨④九三'六壹'③五昂 has not announced his specific position.

By kneeling down, he not only showed his determination to fight against Ofulo in front of all the Christian lords, but also forced Aenarion to grant him the title in front of everyone.

He thought for a moment, picked out a passage of surrender from the Far East Zhendan in the Janissary textbook, and spoke in a very literary manner.

"I have only half a liter of purine, but I have not met a wise master! The four generations of Ottoman sultans were unwilling to grant me an important task. If you do not abandon me today, I am willing to serve you like a dog and a horse!"

"Your Excellency is truly a gift from heaven!"

Aenarion played along with him, then immediately rose from his seat, took away the sword he had offered, and then helped the middle-aged general to his feet.

"In the presence of all the witnesses, I am willing to appoint you as the war marshal of the Principality of Athens! Second to none, above ten thousand people, and the Lord of the Fallen, commanding all the Janissaries. Your status is the same as your former boss Ryan. I have renovated a manor in Athens and equipped it with many servants. Meiji, I will grant you the right to live there."

Astelan's eyes lit up. He originally thought that he was just a fallen lord, but he didn't expect that he would give him the position of war commander of this principality! He was immediately extremely grateful.

After the banquet, he returned to the mansion that Aenarion had specially prepared for him. Two elf girls with heavy makeup gently helped him change clothes and bathe, and even warmed his bed to sleep with him. After an intense sex in bed, he completely relaxed, feeling that his rebellion was right this time. How could he get such treatment in the poor Janissary Monastery?

Chapter 200: Gentle Country

After the banquet, Aenarion took Astariel's hand and returned to the palace with a tired look on his face. The pressure of the war during this period almost crushed them. Now they finally had some time to breathe. After entering the mansion, they found that the maids had already filled the bath with warm water and kept heating it. Hazy steam filled the marble room.

"Congratulations to both of you on your victorious return. It must have been very hard this time."

Angel White looked at her daughter and son-in-law lovingly and hugged them gently to celebrate their victory. She took care of these two children as if they were her own. At this moment, this beautiful Drow woman was wearing a white silk dress as thin as a cicada's wing. Her mature and plump body and young and beautiful face were almost perfectly integrated. Pieces of soft violet flesh and seductive sexy curves were faintly visible under the almost transparent satin.

"Hurry up and take a shower. I've prepared hot water for you. You've been fighting on the front lines for so long. Have you not even changed your clothes? Your hair is dirty. I'll wash it for you myself."

Angel said angrily, pulling her daughter and son-in-law into the bathtub. Her slender waist twisted in the air to form sexy curves that made people's mouths dry, and her mature and plump breasts and buttocks also twisted greatly, rippling in the steam to form dazzling and seductive ripples that made people dizzy.

She personally took off their robes and skirts and handed them to the maid beside them. She let the two naked people sit in the bathroom to soak, then took out the soap and began to bathe and scrub them.

She dipped the soap in water and rubbed it on her violet breasts, creating countless bubbles. Then she gently lifted up her plump breasts with both hands and caressed every elegant curve and every piece of white flesh on her daughter's body. The pink nipples gradually became engorged and stood up during the friction. When the four snow-capped peaks rubbed against each other, the two of them let out moving moans.

After cleaning Astariel, the mother and daughter worked together. Astariel shyly gave

She lathered her breasts and lifted up the two heavy and beautiful pieces of flesh to scrub Aenarion's back, while her mother was much bolder. She directly lifted up the two blood-pumping snow-capped peaks to cover Aenarion's face and carefully wiped his beautiful cheeks and long silver hair.

After scrubbing the upper body, Anjie knelt on the ground skillfully. She raised her delicate chin and looked at her child with seductive eyes, her eyes full of pride and satisfaction. She continued to hold up her breasts and wipe his legs and toes.

When everything was over, the small lilac tongue poked out from the seductive red lips and focused on cleaning the key parts, licking gently, cleaning the erect spear of Inarion, moistening every inch of skin, and finally slowly swallowing it into the mouth, allowing the marble pillar to completely sink into her warm and moist mouth, and then sucking, the warm lip flesh constantly squeezed and caressed, and in the meantime, there was also a near-vacuum sucking, which brought Inarion a blissful experience.

After a while, Aenarion pulled out his marble pillar with evil taste. At the moment of withdrawal, a torrent of white liquid gushed out from the tip of the spear, covering his mother-in-law's charming face and silver hair. Drops of white turbid liquid dripped weakly along her beautiful face, and white irises bloomed on the two proudly erect breasts and round and slender thighs, making the kneeling drow woman look even more lustful and attractive.

"You and we have all finished washing, let me wash you too."

Aenarion ordered the maids to fetch towels, and together with Astarielle, they scrubbed Ange's body that was desecrated by the white liquid. After wetting his hands with foam, he caressed every inch of her skin. Her delicate body was as soft as fine violet silk. His big hands slowly climbed up to her full breasts, and his rough ten fingers kneaded the soft breast flesh to their heart's content. His hard nails gently scratched the hard little bean, causing the beautiful woman in his arms to moan movingly.

Seeing that they were getting excited, Aenarion let the two girls stack on top of each other again. This time, Astariel was lying on the ground like a puppy, with her beautiful buttocks raised high, while Ange was lying on her daughter's back, with their plump buttocks overlapping each other. Their two extremely moist little mouths had already been aroused, and they were opening and closing in the wet love juices, welcoming Aenarion's entry. With the mist-filled bathroom, it was a beautiful sight.

Aenarion used his hands to pry open the plump buttocks of Astariel, which were as plump as peaches. The marble pillar drove straight in, along the pink little mouth that had been dripping with water, and reached the depths of the flower heart! After releasing his hands, the buttocks quickly closed, and the clamping force was so strong that people lingered. Aenarion played with her proud jade breasts with one hand and slapped her plump buttocks with the other hand, watching the waves of fragrant flesh tumbling under his five fingers.

Before he could move, Astariel, who had tasted the sweetness of it, could not wait to twist her hips and let out moving cries, responding to her husband's movements. Her soft buttocks kept hitting Aenarion's hard abdominal muscles, but she was young after all, and she could not sustain two or three rounds of attacks. Her beautiful legs cramped, her toes trembled, and she lay breathless in the warm water pool.

As for the drow, they were quite scary. There was a saying circulating here that the Slaanesh demons, the Abyss succubus, and the underground drow were all ecstatic, intoxicating, and irresistible. The divine demon in his body was already extremely ecstatic, and if it was not controlled well, it would ejaculate if inserted, and he would be quickly drained dry in a very short time, and would directly become emaciated and die in bliss on earth.

But this drow was better in endurance. The first time might be because her mother-in-law let her. Now, the two of them were fighting in every corner of the bathroom, using every posture. If she hadn't been subtly strengthened by Slaanesh, she might have been drained. She had already orgasmed twelve times in a row, but she was still energetic and craving for more! The lustful switch in the drow's body seemed to be turned on with the crazy sex.

After the thirteenth orgasm, her body now seemed to be broken, and she would experience a violent orgasm every few seconds!

Wave after wave of boiling water poured on the top of Aenarion's marble column, making him unable to control himself. He filled his mother-in-law's uterus with waves of white liquid, so that her lower abdomen bulged high as if she was pregnant, like a pregnant woman in months. A light touch on her belly would make her moan movingly. This terrifying endurance was as frightening as that of the Slaanesh demon, forcing Aenarion to directly activate the demon transformation to enhance his physique and adapt to the increasingly fierce battle.

The spear under his crotch shot out like a dragon, heading straight to the heart of her flower. His two arms kneaded her breast flesh and caressed her nipples. The third hand pinched her clitoris. The fourth hand dipped in water and attacked her anus. The first, second, and third fingers entered in turn, gently scratching her extremely sensitive flesh wall through a layer of flesh.

And finally, his two hands wandered all over her body, caressing her round and jade-like legs, sometimes flicking into her sexy red lips to play with her bright red tongue, sometimes attacking her more sensitive elf ears, and sometimes leaning down to kiss her red lips. The two tongues were entangled like snakes, intoxicated. After the two separated, they drew obscene lines of water in the air.

After she climaxed for who knows how many times, the drow finally couldn't hold on under the fierce attack of the six-armed demon and fainted. Her hair was disheveled, and her violet skin was covered with crystal beads of sweat.

The two pink little mouths below opened and closed uncontrollably, and white liquid was constantly dripping out, looking extremely lewd.

Aenarion did not cancel his demon form. He fished the two girls out of the bath, wiped their bodies carefully, put on their pajamas, and carried Astariel and Ange with his six arms back to the couch, placing them on the left and right sides of the bed. He slept between them, with his arms around their necks, holding the two girls in his arms, enjoying the long-lost sleep. Tonight should be a good sleep.

Chapter 201: Roman Warmaster

After a short rest, Aenarion returned to work and prepared to select some Janissaries to sneak back to Thessaly. He spread the news of the Warmaster's failure in the villages under the lowest control of the Ottoman Empire and incited the elves to rebel. The fall of Thessaly was only forty or fifty years. For short-lived species such as humans and ogres, two or three generations had passed, and for elves whose lifespan was ten times that of humans, it was only four or five years.

At this time, it was only 450 years since the glorious era of Basil II, which was two or three generations of the elves. Everything was still in time. If we delay any further and let the Ottoman Empire really gain a foothold here, the Greek elves would probably all become the dark elves of Asia Minor.

But then again, the emperors of the Eastern Roman Empire were all elves whose lifespans were ten times that of humans, with only a few half-elves mixed in occasionally. However, the speed of succession of the throne was almost the same as in the history of the previous life. How fierce must your internal political struggles be?

After drafting the incitement message and the persuasion speech on a piece of paper, Aenarion found that he was still missing one thing: reputation.

Although I wrote in the textbooks I gave to my soldiers that we were all high elves and shared the same Roman culture, in name only I was the Grand Duke of Athens, a Latin regime founded by the Crusaders. It seemed that I had no right to ask these Roman survivors to welcome the royal army with food and drink.

Just when he was in distress, the Vatican extended an olive branch to him.

Before this battle, no one cared about a small character like Aenarion. His duchy was only the size of an earldom, and there were a lot of earls on the European continent.

But after this battle, his status has been placed by Christians on the same level as that of the White Knight Hunyadi of Hungary and the King of Albania, Skanderbeg. They are all Christian heroes who fought against the Ottomans!

Therefore, the Pope generously extended an olive branch. As long as he was willing to abandon the Orthodox Church and convert to Catholicism, he was willing to elevate Aenarion's status in the name of the Pope, and upgrade his Principality of Athens to the Latin Kingdom. After completing something, he could even upgrade it to the Latin Empire. He would be given enough status and appointed as the commander-in-chief of the Tenth Crusade, so that he could call on knights from all Catholic countries to carry out the Tenth Crusade.

As for why, in the first nine Crusades, Muslims reached the Adriatic Sea and looked at the Italian Peninsula and the city of Rome on the other side of the strait - don't ask about this, every crusade was a victory.

Aenarion did not agree directly. Instead, he entertained the Pope's envoy with good wine and food and fell into deep thought.

Before he had thought about it for long, the emperor of Constantinople sent an envoy to once again invite him to join the Eastern Roman Empire. However, this time, his official title was not naval captain. Anyway, Aenarion's external name was Angelos, and he was considered a former Roman royal family member.

Constantine XI simply gave him a huge false title, granted him nine sets of gifts, changed the Principality of Athens into the Despotate of Athens, promoted Aenarion to the Despot of Athens under the Eastern Roman Empire, and named him the war commander of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Although it sounds complicated, it doesn't matter, you can replace it with the more common Aurora dialect.

The Principality of Athens was changed into the Despotate of Athens, and the Despot of Athens - Aenarion was named King of Athens. He was allowed to have the same status as the three officials, wear a sword and shoes when entering the palace, and did not have to bow when entering the court, and did not have to use his name when praising or bowing.

Although he was a vassal of the Eastern Roman Emperor, he had the right to set up an independent court and run it. The Athenian war commander and finance minister he had appointed before were all legal. According to Western Europe, he was promoted from a vassal of a principality to a vassal of a kingdom, and people at this level did not even need to look at the emperor's face.

Nine sets of ritual utensils - plus nine gifts.

He was appointed as the general of the Eastern Roman Empire - the commander-in-chief of the military forces in Greece and Asia Minor.

Aenarion fell into deep thought and asked the Eastern Roman Empire's envoy to rest as he needed to think carefully.

The Eastern Roman Empire had a bigger pie, but the benefits were smaller. In addition to the four regiments and three thousand fallen soldiers in the entire empire, how many professional soldiers were there in the Peloponnese and Constantinople? Was it in the four digits? The governorship of Greece and Asia Minor was even more nonsense. The land was all in the hands of the Ottomans. The title of King of Athens was given to him because he was the lord of Athens. It was just a huge empty title.

And this comes at a price. Once agreed, he might become enemies with the Roman Catholic Church, or even the Knights Hospitaller of Rhodes Island. The Great Schism between the Eastern and Western Churches has not been bridged until now, and they have only joined forces to fight against it under pressure from Muslims.

The Catholic Church offered a lot of benefits. If he gave up his identity as an Orthodox Christian and converted to Catholicism, he would receive huge preferential treatment. Not only would he have the right to recruit holy war knights in Europe, but his relationship with the Knights of Rhodes Island would also be improved.

But this is also

There is a price to pay. His base is in Greece. Not to mention Athens, even in the Balkan Peninsula occupied by the Ottomans, more than 90% of the people are devout Orthodox Christians. As a Catholic, he has to conquer a land where more than 90% of the population is Orthodox... It's a headache just thinking about it. The title is much worse than that of a war commander in the Eastern Roman Empire.

"My suggestion is to agree to the Eastern Roman Emperor. You are going to get reinforcements anyway. Instead of going to Western Europe to get them, you might as well take the banner of the Eastern Roman Empire's war marshal and directly attract people in the Balkans. What's more, it won't matter if you have a little conflict with the Catholic Church. The two sides are unlikely to really tear each other apart. Besides, you got 3,000 Janissaries! Why do you need Christian reinforcements with this? The Crusaders will come sooner or later, so it doesn't matter whether you are there or not."

Ange hugged her child tenderly, with a pair of heavy and plump breasts pressing on Aenarion's head. She quickly analyzed the situation, and Astariel, the Tzeentch follower, nodded in agreement. Aenarion thought about it again and again, and finally chose to join the Eastern Roman Empire and become their absolute prince, first getting the title of absolute prince and war commander.

Constantine XI and Aenarion did not hold any complicated ceremony. He just asked Aenarion to come to Constantinople to get things. The nine ceremonial tools and utensils required to become an absolute prince were presented to him in the largest square of Constantinople under the gaze of all the people, including a seal ring.

In addition, there are also weapons held by successive Eastern Roman warlords: a gorgeous spear shining with golden light. The entire spear is made of pure gold and is carved with extremely exquisite religious murals and reliefs of gods. The portraits of the characters are lifelike. Aenarion looked at them carefully for a while. These murals and reliefs should be engraved with some very obscure Christian stories.

Not only that, but there was a blood-red flag with four βs tied to it, just like Hepans’s lance.

And under the spear with the battle flag tied to it, there is a purple cloak embroidered with a golden double-headed eagle, woven entirely from the finest silk.

Aenarion used an identification spell and found that the purple cloak and the red Eastern Roman flag both emitted a purple halo, indicating that they were magical items.

The golden spear, carved from pure gold, did not emit the green color that represented the lowest-level magic items, nor the blue color that represented the better magic items, nor the purple color that represented the top-level magic items in the world, but the orange halo that symbolized the legendary holy items!!! It turned out to be a legendary holy weapon!

His eyes widened in surprise. It was really like a centipede dying but still alive. Even though the Eastern Roman Empire was so weak, it still had a lot of good things and heritage.

[Advanced Charm Cloak] (Purple): Charm +6.

[Flag of Dimensional Confinement] (Purple): Within a radius of 30 meters of this flag, all friendly targets are immune to fear, and everyone except the flag bearer cannot teleport.

[Spear of Dionysus] (orange): +5 hit rate, magic damage 6~13,

(Magic Break): When a target is damaged, its mana is consumed by an amount equal to the damage done and 1 to 3 magic effects on the target are randomly destroyed (if it is magic equipment, it will be ineffective for ten minutes).

(Exorcism): When causing damage to summons, demons, elementals and other inter-dimensional creatures, there is a chance that the opponent will be exiled back to the original plane.

Chapter 202: Scoia'tael

Aenarion's eyes lit up. This Spear of Dionysus was extremely powerful. When attacking, it could not only cause damage to the enemy's mana and health points, but it could also destroy magic effects like dispelling magic, and it could also dispel summons and demons. It was simply a magic weapon specifically designed to fight against magic professionals!

As for what you said about barbarians, warriors and other professions having no mana - but they are not as strong as mages, priests and other noble nine-ring professions. There is no need for an artifact of such quality to target them.

As for the big flag, he no longer needs to carry it. He can use it to place the anti-teleportation array given to him by his mother. With this thing, nothing can teleport to his face. He can even block other people's escape routes. Charm +6 makes his charm value reach 26 points without the demon transformation, providing a high charm armor of 8 points.

Aenarion carefully put the legendary spear into his dimensional bag as his eighth weapon, then put on the charismatic purple robe, donned the seal ring, bid farewell to the emperor, returned to Athens, and began his first order as the commander of the Eastern Roman Empire: send out some new Janissary recruits who were trained as Fire Wings as spies, ordering them to go to the Thessaly Basin, spread the news of his victory, and see if they can incite a rebellion and incite a peasant uprising.

His current strength is more than enough for the First Legion to defend around the city walls and cannons, but it is still insufficient for offense and field battles. In Athens, there is not enough flat land for farming, and there is no place to raise horses. Raising some donkeys is the limit. What's more, behind the First Legion, not to mention Asia Minor, there are eight legions in Greece alone who are eyeing them covetously.

However, if he could successfully incite the people of Thessaly to revolt, with the Ottoman Empire's tax system and its control over the countryside and the poor at the grassroots, he might be able to make a big splash.

On the other hand, the Vatican was indeed very dissatisfied with their choice to maintain the Orthodox faith and join the Eastern Roman Empire, but they did not say anything. They just withdrew the cardinals and thunder warriors back to Rome, and the knights of Rhodes Island left the port by boat and returned to their hometown.

Aenarion sighed and began to work on reforms before the Firewing recruits returned. Since he couldn't cut costs and offend the army, he could only increase revenue by increasing sources of income.

First, Aenarion implemented a state monopoly system for salt, iron, and wine, and took over the three business rights of salt, iron, and wine. Salt officials, iron officials, and wine officials were set up in the salt producing areas by the sea, the iron veins in the mountains, and the largest grape plantations to manage the production and sales of salt, iron, and wine.

Under the supervision of officials, salt and wine were produced by the people, purchased by the state at a set price, and transported and sold by the state. The iron monopoly was managed by the state in all aspects, including iron ore mining, steel smelting, iron casting and sales. Private iron casting and salt boiling were strictly prohibited! Aenarion did not control winemaking too much. The state only nationalized the largest vineyards, wineries, and private enterprises that made salt and sold iron, and did not prohibit private winemaking.

Although there was resistance to this series of measures, they either disappeared at the price offered by Aenarion or died at the hands of the Janissaries. In the face of absolute centralization of power, no one in the entire country could resist the king who had an army.

At the same time, Aenarion added some more miners in Laurin and four mints, and began to dig several copper mines next to the silver mines to mint the country's own copper coins. The exclusive currency of the Eastern Roman Empire had disappeared for decades, and the currency used was the Grosso silver coin of Venice, which was strangled by those merchants.

Now, Aenarion has recast the empire's exclusive currency with the help of the Laurion silver mine, and has taken the introduction of the currencies of past dynasties from ancient Roman books and given it a new ancient name: the silver coin is called the denar, and the copper coin is called the as. It has also been promoted to Constantinople and the Peloponnese Peninsula, and has begun to squeeze out the status of the Venetian currency. As for the gold coin, he will wait until he finds a gold mine. Now, except for Hungary, there are no gold mines in the whole of Europe. Until the colonization of the New World and the pile of gold mines in Africa, the silver standard was basically used.

Finally, he began to transform Thermopylae into a bastion. The terrain of this place was really dangerous. At that time, three hundred Spartan dragon princes and seven thousand miscellaneous Thebans, relying on the wooden camp, were able to block the million-strong army of the Persian Mind Flayers for a long time until they were defeated after their retreat was stolen.

And now, Aenarion built a magnificent bastion directly in this extremely dangerous pass, and then selected the elite from the newly recovered population to restore his own organization of four regiments, 4,000 people.

A month later, Aenarion's policy began to show results. The four Spanish large square regiments were restored and training was barely caught up. The private salt, iron and wine business was also quite effective. Poor people might not drink alcohol, and iron tools were not needed every month, as they might have them at home long ago. However, salt was needed every day. A family would spend 1 to 2 silver coins every month to buy salt from the state. After deducting the wages of salt officials and workers and transportation losses, the monthly income reached dinars, which was higher than three-tenths of the tax.

As for iron and wine, which were slightly inferior to salt, their combined income amounted to 50,000 dinars. After all, the bulk of the iron was spent by the gold dwarf craftsmen, who used large amounts of iron to forge weapons and armor for their own armies. Even if they were extremely poor, it would be impossible to collect taxes from them.

At the same time, good news came from the Thessaly Basin - the local people had not completely succumbed to the rule of the Turks. Although the official Ottoman statement in the Battle of Athens was that they were forced to retreat due to lack of food, if you didn't take it, you didn't take it. Everyone saw it, and the people were more willing to believe the rumor that one-third of the dark angels had fallen and become soldiers of the Eastern Roman Empire.

In addition, the granary was burned, and Ryan temporarily robbed a lot of food to feed the army, which led to the people in the Farsalus area really raising the banner of rebellion. An elf named Aris Anar, holding a bright moon longbow, called on local people to rebel, gathered in the mountains and forests to claim to be the king, and fought a guerrilla war with the local garrison. Everyone wore a squirrel tail on their belt as a symbol of identity, so they were also called the Squirrel Party.

Aenarion was not vague either. He immediately used his status as a despot and war commander to grant him the title of governor of the Pharsalus region and general of the Eastern Roman Empire. All his soldiers were organized into regular Eastern Roman army units. He also found a way to give him a full set of seals, ribbons, seals, as well as silver and food through Fire Wing to support his career.

Seeing that the Principality of Athens had entered its golden age and everything was running in an orderly manner, Aenarion, who was sitting on the throne with nothing to do, made some arrangements. Artemisia was appointed as the admiral of the navy to guard the Athenian maritime territory, the Athenian war marshal Meril Astelan led a large army to station at Thermopylae, and Luther Harkon led his troops to station at Delphi to guard the land fortress.

His wife, Astariel, and his mother, Angie White, took their two most elite regiments to Athens and the rear. They were optimistic about their capital, Athens, and the Laurion Silver Mine, fifty kilometers away.

Then, he personally led Aurelia and one hundred rangers under his command, two leopards who had learned the stealth skills of a thief, and two hundred Fire-Wing Janiceri recruits who also had the professional level of a thief. He then gathered a small force of three hundred people, carrying the tiny Gorgon Sisina who had learned the petrification skills.

Afterwards, he prepared five extra dimensional bags of the highest level. These things were really hard to get. He had spent a long time collecting them from the Dark Angels, the Holy Relics of the Knights of Rhodes Island, and the Pope. Each bag could hold 680 kilograms.

The items that entered the dimensional bag were frozen in time and would not rot, so we got 3.4 tons of food and fresh water just in case.