He took the script of an exorcism legend, but became the number one anti-fraud expert.

At this moment, in the barracks,

The three groups of people dispersed to a distance that was very close to each other.

Avery, Benjamin, and a pack of soldiers like wolves, all vying for promotion.

The deceased's family members stood blankly on the periphery, not far away; they had been excluded from the argument.

"Damn it, are you trying to rebel?"

Sweat beaded on Avery's forehead; the muzzle of his gun was wobbling.

Benjamin looked at Avery in front of him and understood that so-called discipline is used to suppress good people, but if everyone is a bad person, what can you use to suppress them?

Good people can turn bad simply by offering a windfall to a group of people and saying, "Whoever survives to the end gets the money," which can ignite new conflicts.

At that time, even an eighty-year-old grandmother would probably pick up a knife and rush to the front.

Come on, Avery, let's see what you're going to do.

"Damn it! Back off! Guards..."

Avery instinctively wanted to call for help, but to no avail.

The soldiers, who had just been restrained by military discipline, immediately lost their minds and bared their fangs at Avery when they heard about more money.

They were so hungry that they could no longer resist the urge to tear Avery to pieces.

"Lieutenant, come on, name someone you're considering promoting. Don't forget, I've been under your command for a year now."

"So what? I killed the most murlocs!"

"What's the point of killing more people? Do you even have a brain?"

"..."

Despite the criticism, the encirclement structure centered on Avery remained completely intact.

Avery glanced around, finally settling on Benjamin.

"Benjamin! Damn it, you're the one, you'll be a second lieutenant!"

Looking at Avery's wicked grin, Benjamin knew he was planning to hand over the center of the storm to him.

But so what?

A hot potato isn't scary, I have gloves!

The soldiers' eyes immediately flashed with ferocity as they turned to look at Benjamin. Even though he had saved everyone's lives yesterday, he was now the target of everyone's anger for standing up to steal food.

Just as someone was about to erupt, Benjamin calmly said:

"No problem. From today onwards, as promised to Lieutenant Avery, every soldier who goes on a mission with me to kill evil spirits will receive a £2 allowance."

"..."

"How many?"

One soldier frowned, somewhat incredulous. "Dude, are you being clear? Even the cleansing of Moonstone City only pays 1 pound 5 pence. We're not going down into the crypts."

"Go down into the crypt, £5 per person."

hiss--

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

With £5, at least the problem of food and water during the cold snap was solved.

This temptation was enough to move anyone present.

The air suddenly froze.

Benjamin smiled, looked at Avery's pale face, and feigned a gesture of reassurance.

The meaning is clear: Don't rush, watch my eyes and act accordingly.

Upon seeing this, Avery's expression immediately relaxed, and he made no attempt to interrupt.

Benjamin can't afford to break ties with Avery yet, since his request regarding Pete hasn't been fulfilled.

"No, yes, we made that promise," Avery stammered, hastily agreeing.

Now, he dared not cut back on the £2 per person issue any longer and just wanted to quell the soldiers' anger as quickly as possible.

"Dude, are you serious? You're really going to give that much money?"

"I am a member of the Hod family, and our family motto is to keep our word. Of course, I have my conditions: all the spoils of war must be mine, and I will be in charge of assigning the missions. Is that a reasonable request, Lieutenant?"

"Reasonable!"

People thronged around, and the spoils of war were treated like scrap metal in the soldiers' hands.

Even if some of them know that there are people in this world who specialize in collecting these things, there are none in Wind Howl Town, and they can't get out!

Everyone understood that being a second lieutenant meant risking one's life leading soldiers into battle.

Who would do it if it weren't for that dirty money?

But Benjamin had other plans.

He needs to control the military force, even if it is still small, it is still a force, whether it is evil spirits or people, they all need the strength of the group.

Especially in Wind Howl Town, don't underestimate these dozen or so soldiers, they may achieve great things in the future!

Avery calmed down,

He opened his eyes and instantly understood what was happening. He quickly stepped forward and pulled Benjamin aside.

"Buddy, I'll make you a second lieutenant, then..." Avery rubbed his two fingers together, which undoubtedly meant the soldier's money was secured, but his benefits weren't clearly explained.

"Rest assured, the Hod family will not forget the lieutenant's kindness. All taxes will be paid in full for future transactions, and I believe the cooperation will be very pleasant."

Upon hearing this, Avery's eyes lit up instantly.

Benjamin was thinking this:

"Of course, that depends on whether you live to see that day."

For the insatiable Avery, such petty concerns were nothing compared to what he considered insignificant.

As a lieutenant in a small town, he would naturally prefer to place his bets on the Hod family, since connecting with nobles was the only way to obtain more resources.

Benjamin believed that all of this was inseparable from Abby's encouragement to Avery.

"Okay, okay, it's a deal."

"Moreover, Lieutenant, you will not have to go on the expedition or be surrounded by soldiers; the Hod family will bear all the responsibility."

Avery nodded with even greater satisfaction.

Turning back, the almost entirely soldiers had no further objections.

However, some people still asked, "What if we die?"

"Rest assured, if anyone is killed, the Hod family will pay £15 to the family of the deceased."

"What?! 15?"

"Damn it, I wish I were dead right now. All I want is for my wife and daughters to have a good winter; they're starving!"

Everyone burst into laughter. Although it was a joke, it perfectly revealed the predicament of the Wind Howling Town Guard.

Some of them smiled with a desolate air, as if they were putting on a brave face before going to the execution ground.

Upon hearing that the deceased's family also had money, the family members standing to the side quickly came over to test the waters.

Benjamin had already thought things through when facing the deceased's family.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; Avery certainly wouldn't give it to them, and without a demonstration, how could these soldiers believe him?

What he wanted was the soldiers' trust in him, their willingness to face challenges, and their utter disappointment and hatred towards Avery.

Without comparison, there is no harm. If you want soldiers to fight for you and betray Avery for you, you have to offer an irresistible price.

So he immediately took out his money, £15 for each family, and gave £30 for both families.

As the silver pounds sterling clattered into the hands of the families, the soldiers couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Thank you, thank you, sir, thank you to the Horde family!"

With gratitude in their hearts, the farce finally came to an end.

At this moment, no one paid attention to Avery anymore, and no one objected to the lieutenant's appointment.

The only remaining advantage was the continued rise in the prestige of the Hod family and Benjamin.

The inauguration ceremony was held hastily.

After Avery led Benjamin in reciting the oath of allegiance, a hastily written pledge of service was also produced.

This is the key to Benjamin's success in his tenure: chaotic management.

The ironclad rule that one must serve a certain number of years before being promoted is not a problem at all in Avery's Windhowl.

at this time,

The soldiers were all eager and looking at Benjamin with anticipation. The reward of £2 per person and £15 for each dead made them wish they could bury their heads in the ground.

Benjamin returned the glance indifferently, inwardly sighing at the utter desolation.

We're so poor that even our lives don't matter anymore.

Benjamin cleared his throat and snorted twice: "Although the compensation for death is high, I don't want you to sacrifice yourselves. Only by living can you protect your families, prevent your wives from sleeping with other men because of poverty, and prevent your children from being beaten by other men. I can guarantee that we will never go down into the underground cave before we are strong enough."

Everyone looked around, unsure how to respond. Someone in the crowd clapped and shouted:

"That's right! We'll survive this great cold wave together! Long live the Hord family!"

It was John, and Pete too; of course they would support him.

The crowd echoed, the despair in their eyes vanishing briefly, replaced by a bright pupil that spoke of their yearning for survival.

He became a second lieutenant in the guard regiment.

For Benjamin, this was already a significant improvement, considering that his predecessor wasn't even qualified to be a rat that everyone hated.

"Benjamin, I advise you not to give too much," Avery whispered in Benjamin's ear.

Why?

"Every year, the severe cold wave kills many people, and almost none of them can survive in the guard regiment for two years. The money you gave is just a waste of money."