So handsome, so powerful, so wise, like a god.

Indeed, war is the best place to accumulate prestige. Many thoughts crossed Fugen’s mind, and he calmly nodded, waved his hand, and after the thunderous cheers, the Legion Commander ordered everyone to clean up the battlefield, clear the ruins left by the Barbarians, gather the spoils, calculate rewards and merits, and reward the soldiers who made military achievements accordingly.

Fugen’s heart did not feel overly joyful, as he knew this was just a small beginning of his journey. From Laine, he learned that the Skaven Ratmen’s great army was soon to attack Lustria, and from the Lizardman Great Demon Lord Mazda Moody and War Leader Kuga, Fugen learned how troublesome and powerful the Skaven Ratmen were.

However, these will become the touchstone for Fugen to regain his former glory.

The Legion Commander returned alone to the great tent, where he found someone already waiting. Seeing the visitor, a smile appeared on his face: "What good news do you bring me this time, Mr. Hadrian?"

Hadrian, the president of the Luigi Commerce Association, was undoubtedly sent by Laine, and he indeed completed his mission well — the new Expeditionary Army’s supplements were precisely planned by him. This merchant also helped Fugen buy more artillery and muskets through his network.

"One good news and one bad news, Commander Fugen, which one would you like to hear?" Ocean voyages were clearly a tough job; Hadrian was not in good health, his face pale and his complexion poor, but clearly due to earning unimaginably rich profits during the voyage, his spirits were quite good.

At the same time, he was silently thinking, why are all of Laine’s brothers so tall? That one called Angerong is nearly three meters tall, and the one in front of him, named Fugen, is over two meters tall.

"Bad news?"

"The bad news is that I managed to find only two engineers despite my efforts, and they can only make the simplest cannons and mortars," said Hadrian, shaking his head. "Despite the astonishing rewards, there are indeed very few willing to take such risks. To be honest, if it weren’t for Lord Laine’s guarantee, I wouldn’t have spent months on a boat to get to this place."

Fugen felt he could barely accept the two engineers: "What’s the good news then?"

"The good news is that five Tiriel Dwarf craftsmen agreed to come here and accept your hire," said Hadrian with a smile. "As long as you can satisfy their thirst for gold, they are willing to work for you."

"Very good." Fugen received a satisfactory answer, and after some thought, he finally took out a very formal document from under the table: "This is your reward. Take it, Mr. Hadrian."

A document? What’s this? Hadrian was full of doubt as he took the exquisite parchment, seeing that the text on the parchment was written in High Gothic Language, the title was "Trade Permit for Merchant Wanderer."

The signature at the bottom was Fugen’s.

Does this hold significance for me? Hadrian inwardly grumbled, but the wealthy merchant still accepted the trade permit with a smile, expressing that he would definitely take it back for safekeeping.

Perhaps it might be useful?

After Hadrian withdrew for a while, the golden brilliance lit up inside Fugen’s great tent, filling it with endless great power, and within the flow of golden light and shadow, several figures were appearing.

"You did well, Fugen."

"Father!"