Chapter 155

The smoke of war had not yet completely dissipated, but a new order had already begun to be established.

Roko took Martina and walked into the meeting hall that once belonged to Viscount Enade.

It had been cleaned up, but the hole he had smashed in the wall and the shattered floor tiles on the ground were still silently telling of the tragedy of that battle.

"Master."

Hart had been waiting here, and beside him stood several dejected men dressed in butler attire.

"The wealth in the castle has been counted, and all account books and documents have been found."

Hart handed several thick account books to Martina.

"However, these guys are very uncooperative, constantly saying they are the Viscount's private servants and we have no right to dispose of the Viscount's private property."

The men who looked like butlers raised their heads upon hearing Hart's words, their faces carrying the unique arrogance of a noble's servant.

The head old butler even straightened his collar and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"This Knight, you are right. We are servants of Viscount Enade, and we are only responsible to the Viscount."

"Black Stone Castle is the Viscount's private territory, and every cent of wealth here is protected by the laws of the Kingdom."

"Although you won the war, you cannot wantonly plunder the legal property of a noble."

His words were reasonable and well-founded, and he even brought out the laws of the Kingdom.

If it were an ordinary victor, they might really be bluffed by him.

Hart was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing; if it weren't for Roko being here, he would have slashed them with an axe long ago.

Why waste words with these guys who rely on their master's power!

Roko didn't even look at the old butler.

His gaze landed on Martina.

"Martina, what do you think?"

Martina took the account books and flipped through them quickly.

Her reading speed was extremely fast, almost ten lines at a glance.

Just a few minutes later, she closed the account books, looked up, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Master, the accounts don't match."

"According to the intelligence provided by Earl Adrian and some documents we seized earlier, the wealth Viscount Enade amassed through various black channels in the past five years is at least three times what is recorded in these account books."

"Clearly, someone had already hidden the real bulk of it before this."

Martina's gaze, like a sharp sword, landed on the old butler.

The old butler's face changed instantly.

A flash of imperceptible panic crossed his eyes.

"You—you're talking nonsense! Th—these are all the account books! There are no others!"

"Is that so?"

Martina sneered and took out another document from her bosom, throwing it in front of the old butler.

"This is the terrain map of Black Stone Castle, with every secret passage and the location of every secret room marked in detail."

"It was a 'friendly' gift from Earl Adrian's messenger."

"Now, I'll give you one more chance. Speak, or don't speak?"

The old butler's body began to tremble violently.

Looking at the map that was detailed to an outrageous degree, the color drained from his face instantly.

He knew everything was over.

"I, I'll speak, I'll speak—"

His psychological defense completely collapsed.

In the face of absolute evidence, any sophistry seemed so pale and powerless.

Soon, under the guidance of the old butler, the Storm Knights found secret rooms hidden deep in the castle's underground wine cellar, the study interlayer, and even under the bed in Enade's bedroom.

When the doors to the secret rooms were opened, the dazzling golden light almost blinded everyone.

Boxes of neatly stacked gold coins, various precious jewelry, and many priceless artworks and magic materials.

The sheer quantity made even the experienced Hart gasp.

"My god, this guy was too greedy!"

"This wealth is enough to arm two more Storm Knight legions!"

Roko looked at the mountain of wealth, but there was no big ripple in his heart.

He didn't lack money now.

He cared more about something else.

"Martina, what movements are there from the alliance side?"

Martina's expression was slightly solemn.

"Just as you expected, some allies can't sit still anymore."

"Especially those few stronger Viscounts; their messengers have been waiting outside for almost an hour."

"The implication is that they also contributed a lot to this war and should be entitled to the biggest piece of the cake."

"Some even proposed that they should take over part of the city area of Black Stone Castle and manage it together."

"Manage it together?"

Roko smiled.

"That sounds really nice."

"Isn't it just wanting to occupy the magpie's nest and reach their hands into my territory?"

"It seems a big victory has gone to some people's heads, making them forget who the leader of this alliance is."

Roko's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Let them in."

"I want to see how they want to divide this cake."

Soon, several noble messengers in gorgeous attire walked into the meeting hall under the guidance of guards.

Seeing Roko, they only bowed symbolically, their faces filled with unconcealable smugness and greed.

"Lord Roko, congratulations on your brilliant victory!"

The fat Viscount messenger at the head said with a fake smile.

"We came here on behalf of our masters to discuss the post-war distribution of interests with you."

"After all, for this war, our territories also exhausted all their strength and paid a huge price."

Another tall and thin messenger also echoed.

"Yes, Lord Roko. We believe that the wealth of Black Stone Castle should be distributed fairly among all allies according to the proportion of troops sent."

"As for this territory, it should also be divided into several pieces and managed by our families together, so that we can ensure the long-term peace and stability of the Xin Feng Province!"

They talked one after another, as if no one else was there, and began to discuss how to divide the fruits of victory.

As if Roko and his Storm Knights were just hired thugs.

Hart listened from the side, his fists clenched tight.

These bastards were too shameless!

If it weren't for the Master being here, he would have really wanted to twist the heads of these guys off one by one!

Roko hadn't spoken, just listening quietly.

Until they were almost done, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Are you finished?"

His voice was very calm, revealing no emotion.

But those messengers felt a chill for no reason.

"Fi—finished—"

The fat messenger subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Very good."

Roko nodded.

"Since you're finished, it's my turn to speak."

He stood up and walked step by step to the front of those messengers.

The pressure of a Silver Grade powerhouse enveloped the entire hall like a mountain.

Those messengers only felt their legs go soft, almost kneeling to the ground.

"First, I took Black Stone Castle; everything here belongs to me. No one should think about taking a single copper coin from me."

"Second, Enade's territory will be completely merged into my Vanguard Valley. From today on, I have the final say here."

"Third, regarding your 'contribution'—"

A mocking arc curled at the corner of Roko's mouth.

"I will distribute thirty percent of the spoils of war to all participating allies according to the pre-war agreement."

"As for you, you get nothing."

"What!"

The fat messenger screamed.

"On what grounds! We sent five thousand soldiers!"

"On what grounds?"

Roko's eyes turned icy cold instantly.

"On the grounds that those five thousand soldiers of yours only knew how to shout and cheer from behind during the siege, and didn't even touch the edge of the city wall!"

"On the grounds that when my Storm Knights were fighting to the death with the Scorpion Berserkers, your people were watching the fun from behind!"

"On the grounds that when I broke the city with one sword and killed my way through the inner castle, you didn't even dare to let out a fart!"

Roko's voice grew louder with every sentence, exploding in the messengers' ears like thunder.

"Now that the war is over, you run over to talk to me about contributions and want to divide the cake?"

"Are you worthy?"

Roko roared the last three words.

The terrifying murderous aura pierced the messengers until they were pale and trembling.

"Go back and tell your masters."

Roko's voice returned to calm, but the cold chill was even more piercing.

"I have already divided the cake. To eat or not to eat is their own choice."

"However, if anyone wants to flip the table—"

Roko paused, a terrifying sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Then don't blame me for cutting them and the table together!"

"Get out!"

Those messengers fled the meeting hall like they had been granted amnesty.

Inside the hall, silence returned.

Hart looked at Roko, his eyes filled with fanatical worship.

This was their Lord!

Domineering! Strong!

"Master, doing this, will it force them to..."

Martina's eyes flashed with worry.

"Force them to jump over the wall like cornered dogs?"

Roko sneered.

"I want to force them."

"This alliance was never solid from the beginning; it was mixed with too much selfishness and distraction."

"I'll take this opportunity to clean out all those half-hearted guys once and for all."

"I need an alliance that completely obeys my orders, a solid iron plate. Not a burden that only knows how to intrigue and drag me down."

Roko's gaze looked out the window.

On the flagpole of Black Stone Castle, the Scorpion flag belonging to Enade had already been lowered.

A brand new flag, embroidered with a golden Flame Lion, was fluttering in the wind.

"Martina, pass my order."

"Conduct a public trial for Enade's remaining party! All those who are guilty of heinous crimes and have caused great public indignation are to be executed! All their family property is to be confiscated!"

"For those who were deceived and have committed lesser crimes, give them a chance to reform; punish them with hard labor and participate in the construction of the territory."

"I want everyone in this land to know that a new era has arrived!"

"Yes, Master!"

Martina bowed and accepted the order, a flash of excitement in her eyes.

She knew a storm sweeping the entire Xin Feng Province was about to begin.

And her Lord would be the only master in this storm!

Just then, a Storm Knight ran in hurriedly.

"Master! Emergency message from the Dwarf Mountains!"

The knight handed a letter sealed with wax to Roko.

Roko tore open the letter and read it quickly.

His brow gradually furrowed.

"Master, what happened?"

Martina asked with concern.

"It's a letter from Falco."

Roko handed the letter to Martina.

"In the Dwarf Mountains, the aftereffects of the 'Red Potion' are even more serious than we imagined."

"Many dwarves who took the potion, although they survived, have fallen into a state of madness, not recognizing their own kin and causing destruction everywhere."

"The Stone Hammer Tribe has also been affected; Patriarch Bagelumu is almost unable to suppress the situation."

"He requests that we send the 'Purification Potion' over as soon as possible."

Martina read the letter, her expression also turning solemn.

Dwarves were their most important allies and their only source of Obsidian Gold equipment.

The Dwarf Mountains must not have any problems.

"I understand."

Roko said in a deep voice.

"It seems some things must be advanced."

He turned his head to look at Hart.

"Hart!"

"Subordinate is here!"

"Take people immediately and take over the defense of Black Stone Castle. Additionally, send people to keep a close eye on the movements of those few Viscounts. If they have any unusual movements, report to me immediately!"

"Understood!"

Hart responded loudly.

"Martina."

Roko's gaze turned back to Martina.

"The reorganization and reception work of the territory is fully entrusted to you. The methods can be tough; don't have any scruples, I am responsible for everything." "Yes, Master."

Martina nodded; she knew how heavy the burden on her shoulders was.

"What about me? Master?"

Fula, who had been quietly staying by Roko's side, couldn't help but ask.

Roko looked at her and smiled slightly.

"You, of course, come with me."

He turned and walked toward the outside of the hall.

"We're going to the Dwarf Mountains."

"Just in time to let some people see that my allies, Roko's allies, are not to be touched by just anyone!"

His voice was not loud, but it was filled with unquestionable majesty.

A cleanup of the old forces and an operation to save allies were about to unfold simultaneously.

The sky of the Xin Feng Province was really going to change.

Just as Roko was preparing to set off for the Dwarf Mountains, a scout in charge of intelligence rushed in, his face pale, his voice trembling with fear.

"Ma—Master! It's bad!"

"In the north, in the Orc Wasteland, something big has happened!"

Dwarf Mountains, Stone Hammer Tribe.

The once noisy forging sounds and the hearty laughter and curses of the dwarves had disappeared.

Replacing them was a piece of oppressive deathly silence and the crazy roars that occasionally came from the depths of the mountain cave, making one's hair stand on end.