Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1296 - 361: Harvest_3

"Richard, you must have gotten your hands on some nice loot these past couple of days, huh? Mind giving me a peek?" Master Aymar hardly sat down before he eagerly added another sentence with a chuckle.

"No problem!" Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows, it looked like the human alchemy master was ready to drive a hard bargain.

Helen immediately stood up and went to the distant tent to wake up the dozing Chief Financial Officers of Fawkes, took the ledger, and also summoned two night-patrolling Beamon warriors to carry over a treasure chest brimming with premium spoils of war.

The thick sheepskin ledger felt in Liu Zhenhan’s hands like a large brick that could be auctioned off, while the massive treasure chest filled with the finest spoils of war was as heavy as a Tamerlarya, causing the two night-patrolling Piegel warriors to grunt under the weight.

Liu Zhenhan had been busy to madness these past days, and he hadn’t even thought of perusing the income had not Master Aymar brought it up.

By then, Liu Zhenhan had long shed that nouveau riche mindset of his, yet as he flipped through the ledger, he felt like a bride entering her new home for the first time—thrilled, followed by a wave of bewilderment.

From the start of the pillaging, the primary goals were concentrated on plundering food, casting talent, and quality equipment. Liu Zhenhan had prepared to get rich, only to realize at the end that his preparations had been insufficient.

The first order of business for the Fawkes CFOs was to sift through the mountainous booty, picking out these three categories of resources and promptly registering them—two valleys inhabited by the Underground Difeng Giants had already been cleared out, designated as supply warehouses.

The sharpness of the Mulan scimitars had even surpassed the general level of craftsmanship of the Aegean Dwarf blacksmiths, a fact that had Liu Zhenhan drooling. By the second night of the rampage, Kalimantan’s smithies had been utterly looted, abducting a total of six thousand seven hundred forty-three blacksmiths. In addition, over a thousand tons of Uzi Steel ingots and ore had been seized, now all securely guarded in the Underground World. Taking into account the forty thousand sets of standard military equipment scraped from Kalimantan’s military arsenals, along with assorted confiscated armor, weapons, and iron goods, the Bimon Kingdom was poised to completely shed its embarrassingly dire state in the military industrial sector.

The Fawkes managers were not greedy; such glaring wealth could not be swallowed entirely by Bimon’s gaping maw with so many watchful eyes that could poison flies with their envy. Thus, they boldly marked off a thousand of the most skilled craftsmen from the total number of blacksmiths. The Overlord’s heart wasn’t black either, and with another bold stroke, he marked off another five hundred blacksmiths.

The harvest of food was even greater.

Aside from the royal granaries and military strategic reserves, like the nobility of the Aegean Continent, the aristocrats of Kalimantan City of the Mulan Empire also had large private granaries in their residences, which greatly facilitated the looting done by the Beamon warriors.

From the third day of the slaughter, these prominent nobles’ residences were marked as primary targets, and now the total confiscated food exceeded a thousand tons. Regarding the herds of sheep, camels, and cattle, they were being gradually transported. After the initial chaos, Elder Andulan, in charge of the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array that transferred supplies, had begun to get a handle on the routine. Everything started to run smoothly, including the Granite Magic Teleportation Array originally in Yale oasis was also moved to Kalimantan City this morning, joining the sacred business of plundering. As Liu Zhenhan reviewed the accounts, the flower in his heart raged with excitement.

"Starting tomorrow, draft civilians from the Bimon Vassal Clans with bags to go from door to door, sweeping up the food and daily necessities scattered in the houses!" Liu Zhenhan immediately ordered, "Right! Let Lord Mourinho, the Swan High Priest, notify the citizens of Caiyu City to come over and make a fortune from Mulan, since it’s free loot anyway."

"I’m already preparing that, our many strong women from the Vassal Clans are quite robust, and by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, I’ll have this arranged," Elder Andulan laughed heartily.

"Prince Caliph really is wealthy! Just the royal treasury had over six million Gold Coins! We’ve struck it rich! We’ve truly struck it rich this time! As for the rest of the confiscated goods, besides some rare items, we’re prepared to leave them to His Majesty the King to handle entirely. Of course, don’t forget the temple’s portion," Liu Zhenhan closed the ledger and let out a sharp whistle, "King Sal will arrive in no more than two days; we have to hurry! This King is not easily fooled!"

"In fact, our Bimon doesn’t lack money that much, what we lack are daily necessities. Due to its remote location, the daily items of Bimon residents are still mostly self-sufficient. With silk and satin available, who would wear linen? With ceramic plates, glass phosphorescent cups, and gold-plated drinking vessels, who would still use wooden utensils?" Moer laughed, "Now the opportunity has just arrived!"

Master Aymar was perusing the weapons list, uttering ’hehe’ sounds of surprise from time to time, which made Old Liu glance sideways.

As an Overlord whose veins were filled with the violence gene, Liu Zhenhan’s focus was more on the areas related to magical equipment and emerging weapons. Though he hadn’t had time to check the loot, he trusted in Daisy and Ruona’s judgement; the two wouldn’t miss out on any treasures among the confiscated items.