"Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."
Losa dismissed the Winged Cavalry, pondering secretly.
Hussein, a local power passed down through generations, had amassed a great deal of wealth from plundering. Surely, his house must be hiding a large amount of gold and silver.
Lately, whether it was building New Habsburg, expanding the capacity of the Blacksmith Shop, constructing public toilets, or digging iron ore, each endeavor required substantial expenses.
Additionally, the City Guard Army numbered five hundred; they were regular troops, non-active soldiers who required salaries.
If it wasn't for the gifts brought by the vassals during their visits, Losa would now have to worry about whether the wealth extorted from Prince Zahir would be sufficient.
But relying on confiscating estates is not a long-term solution.
He rubbed his chin, calculating: "Andreas, do you think the number of City Guard Army is too much?"
