"To put it simply, we'll let those eyes find opportunities on their own."
Hill Fawkes picked up a pen and drew a tree diagram on a piece of white paper. "Since we're paying for information and not individuals, the more effective information they send back at the same time, the more generous the reward. In order to obtain more information, they'll definitely look for their own eyes. In His Majesty's words, this is called developing underlings. "
"I see." Edith quickly grasped the key point. "In order to win over the underlings, the upper must also give them certain benefits, which allows the underlings to continue developing."
Hill nodded. "You're right. Whether it's a sentinel or a spy, they're all at the end of a line. No matter how long it takes, there won't be any changes. This makes the information they receive relatively reliable, but it's also limited by their field of vision. "
"But the Rats will always be the Rats …" Iron Axe frowned.
"No, Sir, the most interesting thing about this method is that the upper and lower don't represent the upper and lower ranks. The upper of a soldier will always be an officer, but the lower of a Rat won't necessarily be a Rat. "
"As long as the benefits are right, the Rats can also turn the nobles into their own eyes," Edith said word by word.
Hill's eyes revealed a trace of admiration. "That's right. The benefits aren't limited to the Golden Dragon. Everyone's needs are different, and understanding this need has nothing to do with the social class. This means that the development of the underlings may cross the social class. The current information is extremely messy and vague because of the Rats' field of vision. When the information line expands to the upper ranks, the value of the information will inevitably increase. "
Iron Axe pondered for a moment. "Even so, it'll probably take a long time for those eyes to contact the higher ranks."
"That's true in normal times," Hill replied. "But now that the Kingdom of Everwinter is in turmoil, I think the expansion of the information line may be faster than we think. In fact, these scattered pieces of information have already revealed this point. "
"For example?" Iron Axe touched his chin.
Hill laughed. "According to the statistics, the information about the nobles has been declining recently. Even if there's any, it's mostly negative news, such as debauchery and street fights. To those in power, this wasn't a situation that should occur during a war. It reflected that the upper echelons of the Everwinter Empire had deviated from their original duties, and the pressure they were under was constantly increasing. Thus, they could only use this method to alleviate the situation. Tracing back to the source, this change is likely to have started when the migration squad of the First Army defeated the nobles' ambush. "
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Although I was still in the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn at that time, I can imagine the impact this news had on the nobles. Once a person's heart wavers, an opportunity will appear. People who are usually disdainful can become life-saving straws at certain times. Please rest assured, Sir, that day shouldn't be too far away. "
*****
Everwinter, Snow Reflection Castle.
"I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting. Master is not feeling well today and is unable to receive guests. Please return first. " The butler bowed to everyone in the hall. "When Master's health improves, he will definitely give everyone an explanation."
The hall instantly burst into an uproar.
"We've been waiting for weeks! Even if he has a demonic disease, it shouldn't be to the extent where he can't even come out and meet us, right? "
"I don't need any bullsh * t explanation. I've fought the war for him. Where's the territory we agreed on?"
"That's right. Even if it's not convenient for him to receive guests, he can at least take out the title deed!"
"This butler is lying. Yesterday, I clearly saw Viscount Narnos enter the castle and come out only after four hours!"
"Not just Lord Viscount, there are also many tavern dancers who go in every day. Does Lord Duke look for women instead of Sage Scholars when he's sick?"
"Please be careful with your words." The butler cleared his throat and said in a cold tone, "Perhaps you've been unrestrained for too long because you've lost your territory, but don't forget that since you've decided to serve the Duke of the Northern Region, you're Master's vassals. I think all of you should know better than me the crime of slandering a monarch! In this weather, living in a prison isn't as comfortable as living in a hotel. "
Following this warning, the guard at the door also took two steps forward, the armor on his body creaking.
The noise in the hall suddenly became much quieter.
Obviously, if there was a conflict here, it would be disadvantageous to the crowd.
The butler softened his tone and said, "I know you're anxious, but our top priority is to defeat the rebels of Graycastle. Please be patient. By the way, Master will hold a banquet in the castle hall tonight to reward you. Although he can't attend, I hope all of you will have a good time. "
Probably for the sake of the banquet, the crowd temporarily suppressed their last bit of dissatisfaction and walked out of the hall while muttering.
Outside the castle, the topic of discussion had changed from debt collection to the food and women at the banquet that night.
Only Fueler returned to the hotel gloomily.
After spending so much time with Duke Marwayne, the only thing left in his heart was a deep sense of disappointment.
If the people of Graycastle had been defeated in the battle of Frost Town because they were more adept at using weapons and had more fighting spirit, then they could learn from their mistakes and try again. But what did Duke Marwayne do? Not only did he escape from the frontlines, but he also locked himself in Snow Reflection Castle, as if he had completely forgotten the heroic words he had said before the battle.
Not only that, he also owed the promised land. Not all the nobles who participated in the battle were like this. For example, Viscount Narnos could enter and leave the castle freely, but the ones who were rejected were the Knight like him, who had been living under Marwayne's roof.
Before the battle, Duke Marwayne had told him that he valued him greatly.
Breaking one's word was a taboo for a monarch, but Marwayne obviously did not care about his reputation anymore in order to protect his territory.
Fueler had submitted to Marwayne in order to find a chance to revive his family. But now, not to mention the fief, even his subordinates and guards had died in that battle. At this moment, he could be considered to be truly alone.
Could a Knight with no squires or land still be considered a noble? The others had the capital to drag on, but what about him? A year or six months later, who would still recognize his family? Of course, if the demons could defeat Roland Wimbledon, Duke Marwayne would gain great power, and it would be easy for him to help him revive his family. The problem was … Judging from Marwayne's current expression, would he really be willing to help someone who had nothing?
Would he leave his fate in the hands of others, or would he try to leave a way out for himself?
Fueler paced back and forth in his bedroom and finally stopped.
He went to the desk and took out a folded envelope from the bottom of the drawer.
After hesitating for a moment, he gently tore open the envelope.
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