Final Lord

Chapter 247 The crisis is coming
Unlimited Gold Bag
Epic Treasure

Basic attributes

Gold Coin Capacity: ∞ (Infinite storage of gold coins, weight is always 0)

Daily gold coin output: 500 gold coins (up to 20000 gold coins/day, depending on the amount of gold coins in the gold coin bag).
Wealth Increase: +20% revenue from all commercial buildings within the territory.
Special skill:

[Wealth Permanently Secure] (Passive)

The gold coins inside this purse cannot be stolen, plundered, or forcibly traded, and will never be lost. Even if the holder dies, the purse will automatically return to the territory's treasury.

[Gold Coin Torrent] (Active, 24-hour cooldown)

Consumes 50% of the current gold in your purse to summon a "Gold Rain," dealing "Gold Strike" damage to all enemies within range.
Damage: Deals 50 points of true damage per 1000 gold (ignores defense).

[Wealth Resonance] (Passive)

For each "Business" related building (such as a trading post or vault) existing in your territory, your money bag will produce an additional 1% of gold coins daily.

Looking at the bag of unlimited gold coins in his hand, Wang Bufu narrowed his eyes.

Now that's great, I don't have to worry about having too much money and nowhere to put it anymore.

Bad news: it seems I've been targeted by the god of business.

For each "Business" related building (such as an exchange or vault) in your territory, your money bag will produce an additional 1% of gold coins per day.

What does it mean?
100 commercial-related buildings, plus an extra 100%. Daily production of 2 gold coins instantly becomes 4?!

An S-grade dragon vein gold mine only produces 3000 gold coins per day.

Isn't this forcing me to build up all the commercial buildings in my territory?

Damn it! Wang Bufu knew this was a conspiracy by the God of Commerce, yet he couldn't resist building commercial buildings. There was no way to counter this open scheme! The God of Commerce is too despicable!

"My lord! I sense the power of my god! It's the aura of wealth!" Mair's eyes shone as he half-squatted beside Wang Bufu, his eyes practically glued to the bag of infinite gold coins.

"Kids shouldn't look like that, they'll get styes." Wang Bufu quickly put away the bag of unlimited gold coins. He was afraid that Maier would start bowing and scraping before the bag of gold coins on his waistband.

"Hehe." Bai Ling rubbed against Wang Bufu and said happily, "Brother Bufu, you fulfilled your promise. I feel so much more relaxed now. I don't have to sleep every day anymore!"
"If you're not convinced, just you wait. I'll go prepare a huge 'friendship fee' for you right now."

Seeing Bai Ling flapping her wings and trying to fly away, Wang Bufu quickly grabbed Bai Ling.

"Wait a moment, Bai Ling, I have an idea, can you cooperate with me in a moment?"

"Hmm?" Bai Ling tilted her head in confusion.

Wang Bufu looked at the three black-robed figures still sealed on the opposite bank of the lake, his eyes narrowing. "Perhaps, there might be some additional gains."

……

"Summon Hank in silver shackles! He must appear before us!"

The Bucks' capital, the Dawn Palace.

Inside the resplendent throne room, King Charles the Stag sat atop a high platform, his antler crown gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the morning light. On either side, civil and military officials stood with heads bowed, their solemn faces reflected in the gilded floor tiles. They were all aware of the chaotic demonic tide that had erupted at the border. They also knew that Hank the Silver Shackles had led his troops to suppress the tide, but with heavy losses.

The palace doors burst open, and Viscount Hank, clad in silver-gray armor, strode in.

“Your Majesty,” Hank knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse like the grinding of gravel, “we have successfully defended Leviathan Fortress. However, over 130,000 soldiers have perished, the Dawn Priests have been almost completely wiped out, and the ballista positions on the second wall have been entirely destroyed.”

"How could the casualties be so high?" The Bucks' king frowned.

The main hall was suddenly thrown into turmoil, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

"Some lords were cowardly in the face of battle and refused to give their all, and one border lord even betrayed his country on the spot!"

Hank said through gritted teeth.

He pulled a roll of charred parchment from his bosom and held it high above his head: "Here is the list, with the cause and course of events recorded in detail. Many lords who defend the city can testify to this."

"The lord who refused to exert himself has been punished on the spot, with five men beheaded as a warning to others. To execute a nobleman without trial is a crime deserving of death; I beg Your Majesty to punish me."

The Stag King beckoned and took the parchment to examine it. After a moment, he nodded and said, "The battlefield is ever-changing, and the demonic tide is extremely dangerous. Those who stir up the morale of the army are the ones who deserve to die. Viscount Hank need not blame yourself; you have rendered meritorious service and are without fault."

I grant you permission to expand your territory by a thousand miles, and appoint you acting duke. Once you are promoted to epic rank, you will be officially granted the title of duke. There will be other rewards as well!

"Guards!" The Buck King was about to speak when Hank knelt down and cried out, "Your Majesty, please wait! Many nobles have been rewarded or punished. Only one person remains at large."

Their crimes were heinous; they refused to send troops when the demonic tide broke out and arbitrarily severed the link to the fire!

Her name is Gru Kate!

The parchment rustled as it was passed around, and when the officials saw the messy handwriting on it, a torrent of angry rebukes erupted.

"Damn it! This is the antler emblem of betrayal of the Bucks! Punishment, punishment is necessary!" The Minister of War pounded the gilded pillars.

"Border nobles who sever ties with the fire are tantamount to treason! If everyone does this, the border will surely fall into chaos!" The white beard of the Minister of the Interior trembled with rage.

The Stag King slowly rose, his deerskin cloak billowing behind him like banners. He raised a hand to quell the commotion, his voice like the surface of a frozen lake: "Kate Gru, treason is established." His gilded scepter slammed heavily on the ground, causing the crystal chandelier to jingle: "Lord Hank, I order you to immediately lead the Silver Shackles Knights to subdue the traitor and bring him back to the capital for trial!"

"As Your Majesty commands!" Hank bowed, a hint of satisfaction playing on his lips. The entire court of nobles echoed his words, the sound so loud it made the stained-glass windows vibrate.

Amidst the crowd's outrage, only the Crimson Flame Sword Saint in the corner gripped his sword hilt tightly.

The old swordsman saw Wei Yi's stubborn face as she practiced her sword.

“Kate Gru. Vee’s brother. That child always said her brother was cowardly and weak, how could he suddenly betray the country?” He was about to step forward when the Stag King suddenly turned his head, his deep gaze piercing through the clamor like a sharp arrow: “Chief Crimson Flame seems to have something to say?”

The old swordsman took a deep breath, his eyes beneath his white eyebrows gleaming with a sharp light: "This old minister is merely puzzled... The Gru family are pioneering nobles who have rendered meritorious service to the common people, and old Gru himself was even personally received by Your Majesty. He was utterly loyal. How could the second generation betray the country? Perhaps there is another hidden story behind this matter?"

"Sword Saint!" Hank interrupted sharply, "Do we have to wait for the demonic tide to engulf the fortress before the evidence is conclusive?" He turned and bowed deeply to the throne: "Your Majesty, please grant me permission to set out immediately!"

The Stag King stroked the stag head relief at the top of his scepter, then chuckled softly, "Sword Saint, you worry too much. I have investigated this matter thoroughly, and there is no hidden truth. Herald—" A servant hurriedly brought over a gilded edict, "The Gru family is hereby expelled from the Duchy of the Stag. All members of the Gru territory, from the lord down to the commoners, shall be punished. Anyone who resists shall be executed without mercy!"

The Crimson Flame Sword Saint's pupils contracted sharply. The royal decree was already issued like an arrow released from a bow; he could only watch as Viscount Hank strode confidently out of the hall, the clanging of his armor like a death knell.

(End of this chapter)