Price of Management

10 volumes for management

Chapter 1. Happy Hours

The group returns. He returned with tremendous benefits, and with him a tremendous number of nomads. That's over 6,000 people.

It was such a number that it shook Kunt's territory.

The nomads of the Horn Empire, famous for their weak bandits, have come to their territory. They must have been fearless. I'd be nervous, too.

But in my view, they were an exceptional force. He must have been welcomed.

I rode all the way out to meet them.

“Shorty, I came back after I left. ”

Eggs greeted me with a bright face. It looked like he had written, ’I made a lot of money.'

“Well done. How much did you make, and you look so good? ”

“Don't be surprised. With the exception of the money distributed to the Orient royal and Houdini writers, the net income is 90,000 Redina. ”

At that moment, I inhaled a false wind.

It was truly an enormous sum.

The surplus grain held by King Orien and the writer Houdini was sold, so the profit was reasonable.

Moreover, at the time of the deal, the Horn Empire was in a civil war and needed military attention. Well, Tyran Talak, who bought all that grain, failed to use it.

After all, I benefited from the enormous funding Tyrant Tallark had funded.

“Well done. ”

The balls of the eggs were really big. The ability of the eggs to travel safely through the dangerous Horn Empire due to civil war deserved to be praised.

“2,000 Redina. ”

“Yes?”

“Here's your reward amount. ”

The egg opens its mouth.

“I've already received a lot of money from my lord before. Again? ”

“You'll pay for what you've done to me. There won't be an ascent to the Horn Empire for a while, so rest now. ”

“Thank you!”

When I saw the happy eggs, I also felt better.

Then it was Patrick's turn.

“Lord, I've come back from my mission. ”

“Hey, Patrick. You've brought back a lot of numbers this time. Who's gonna feed all that? ”

Patrick blushes, I say.

“Was it too much? ”

“Haha! No, you did great. ”

I tapped Patrick on the shoulder.

Patrick talked about reinforcements for the Condol Cavalry. Among the 6,000 nomadic tribes, there were about 2,000 fighting warriors in total.

There were 2,000 warriors out of 6,000. It was a nomad.

The nomads were all warriors.

For them, the man who was not a warrior was only a child under the age of 14 and old enough to no longer ride a horse. And women are all in charge of household chores.

It is a nation that was born to fight.

So I plundered and ate.

“And Chief Geden and Chief Daltan want to see you. ”

“All right, bring it here. You must have a lot of questions. ”

As Patrick gestures, two men appear to be Chief Daltan and Chief Geden.

“Hello, Bird of Caroc Ligand! I am the chief of the Daltan tribe. ”

Chief Daltan was an old man who appeared to be in his early 60s, but he seemed to be a warrior who still had some share because he was not as fit as his age.

“I am the chief of the Gedennes. ”

Chief Geden seemed calm inside the middle-aged man.

“Good to see you all. Coming here with Patrick means entering under my command, right? ”

“Yes.”

“That's right.”

The two chiefs replied.

“I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but you can ask me anything. ”

Chief Daltan asked me a question first, as if I was waiting for him to drop my words.

“Commander Condol has told us that we must continue to live in the wilderness in the Kunt region west of here. ”

I liked Chief Daltan's attitude to politely call him "Captain Condol." You acknowledge and respect Patrick's authority.

“Yes, it is. ”

“Then you won't be able to live with the sheep as you did on the prairie, and you won't be able to live with the loot as a... as a force. ”

“Of course.”

Of course not. There were no vast meadows here to feed the sheep. Moreover, they didn't seem to have enough sheep to rush to the evacuation.

The two chiefs were asking how we live to eat. No, more precisely, will you feed us? ’Course.

“The way of life will change a lot. ”

“I know. ”

“Of course, I'm going to make sure your livelihood is in order. ”

My words brightened the faces of the two chiefs.

“But I don't mean to feed you for free. You don't want that way of life, do you? ”

“That's right.”

The two chiefs nod.

What if I give you free living expenses?

They will hang on to my grant. And what if, one day, after all these years, the writer of the ligand decides not to give any more money? How will they live then?

In order to settle properly here, the roles must be shared.

“I will pay the warriors of the Condol Cavalry at least two Reddinas' salary. Of course, you'll get a raise depending on your rank. Every man in your clan of wishes has more than one warrior in every household who is a member of the Condol Cavalry. Isn't that right?"

“That's right.”

“One Redina is a living expense for four families to live here in Kunt territory for a month. Living expenses are enough for a minimum of two salaries. Plus, if you specialize in combat, you'll get a bonus so you don't have to make a living. ”

“As long as we're on the Condol Cavalry, there's nothing to eat? ”

Chief Daltan asked. I nodded.

“That's right."

I will also have the Caroc Merchant Guild sell food and supplies to nomadic settlements. It's a big market with a population of 6,000. We can't miss it.

When they do, they get paid by me, and they support their families with the food and supplies that I sell. I make a certain profit by selling them food and supplies, and there is a good economic cycle that goes round and round.

It was clear to everyone in my description.

That way, you can live well without having to raise sheep or plunder. This is not a Horn Empire with poor living conditions.

Then, this time Chief Geden asked me a question.

“I want to ask you a question. ”

“Tell me.”

“Are we all to be led by Balac? ”

Well, there's that problem.

Balac was once the third-place warrior of the Tallac tribe, then he became part of the Condol Cavalry. His status was now my knight and commander of the Condol Cavalry, just below Patrick.

Since Balac is the commander, the late Daltan and Geden chiefs were forced to go below him.

The Tallac were a great tribe. The third-place warrior of such a great tribe is worthy of a chieftain. Balac is not inferior to the two chiefs.

But the number of warriors that Balac brought in was only a little over 50.

On the other hand, the total number of warriors brought by Chief Daltan and Chief Geden was about 2,000, so it was vague to place the two chiefs under Balac.

The two chiefs were sufficiently dissatisfied with this issue.

I thought about it for a moment and opened my mouth.

“I don't want faction fights between tribes. Judging by who brought the most warriors, we'll soon be able to ignore the authority of the blacksmith Patrick. ”

“You're right. We don't want that. ”

“I have no intention of fighting a faction. If you ask me to be under him, I will. ”

The two chiefs were cooperative in this matter.

But I didn't want to make unfair decisions for them either.

I called Patrick and said,

“Appoint Balak as first platoon leader, and Daltan and Geden as second and third platoon commanders, respectively. ”

“You're putting three people in the same position? ”

“Yes. And in the three regiments, 700, regardless of where you're from. ”

The two chieftains were astonished at my words.

I kept saying.

“I'm sorry to both of you, but I want you to forget your tribes from now on. As I said, if the factions divide into factions based on their tribes, the Condol Cavalry will not be unified. ”

“Mmmm... ”

The two chiefs groaned.

They were the leaders of a tribe. He couldn't bear to lose his tribe.

“Forget your tribes and become one. You are now a Condol Cavalry, the people of the Kingdom of Leaden, and the people of the Ligand. I can't live the way I used to. Forget the past. Can you do that? ”

Two chieftains were troubled by my question.

The two chiefs consult each other, and then the chief of Daltan says,

“Very well. I'll forget all about the Daltan tribe and the fact that I was chief of the Daltan tribe." ”

“Likewise."

“From now on, each of you is the leader of the Second and Third Legion of the Condol Cavalry, not the leader of the tribes. You are a member of the Kondol cavalry in your regiment, and you do not have the authority to instruct the general, not the Kondol cavalry. Will you admit it all?”

“…… I agree. ”

“I admit it."

The two chiefs surrendered.

Thus, neither the Daltans nor the Gedens disappeared.

I told Patrick.

“Patrick. Make room for 6,000 people. I'm telling you, never let your tribes live together. Deploy your residence to blend in, no matter where you're from. ”

“I understand.”

Even though the three tribes disappeared, it was common in human history to unite according to their origin. Without knowing it, there was nothing good about a faction forming.

That's how the nomads were cut short.

Luckily, they had a tent to live in because of their nomadic habits.

Finally, I appointed two Daltan chiefs and two Geden chiefs as my knights.

They needed to be knighted, just as Balac was knighted.

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