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"What exactly is hidden behind this?" John asked, his face filled with suspicion as he fixed his gaze on Redman.
Redman, however, remained calm and unperturbed, completely unaffected by John's urgent questioning. He slowly picked up the knife beside him and skillfully cut a steak into two equal portions. One half he elegantly placed on his own plate, while the other he gently pushed towards John's plate.
After completing this, Redman lifted his head and looked at the bewildered John. "John," he said, "this steak is like the territory of Blink County. If it's just the two of us sharing it, then it’s naturally enough. But what if there are many more people? Can it still be divided?"
John instinctively shook his head, unable to comprehend how Redman's words related to the current situation. After all, in his view, discussing the distribution of steak seemed utterly irrelevant to the impending war.
Seeing John's confused expression, Redman smiled slightly and continued to explain, "This steak represents the territory of Blink County. After each war, some people successfully seize territories, which increases the number of 'consumers' for this steak. When those in power believe that there are too many people wanting a share, what do you think they will do?"
At this point, John suddenly understood and blurted out, "They would eliminate some of the diners! So you mean to say that the two Marquises intend to use this war as an opportunity to eliminate some noble forces?"
A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Redman's eyes as he nodded in agreement.
Just then, John seemed to have thought of something and anxiously asked, "So can we choose not to participate in this war?" As soon as he said it, he realized how foolish the question was and quickly waved his hand to add, "Forget I said that. If we refuse to participate in the war, wouldn’t that be handing over leverage to the Marquises?"
Redman nodded solemnly and replied seriously, "Indeed. In name, we are all under Marquis Duvas's command. As vassals, ignoring orders from our lord would be an act of treason—a capital offense. Do you dare?"
Hearing this, John showed a troubled expression and sighed helplessly. "It seems we have no choice but to participate in this war. But honestly, fighting such a battle feels like a losing business venture."
He silently lamented; for him, engaging in direct confrontation seemed unlikely to yield any benefits.
"How could there be no profit?" Redman thought as he shook his head at John's apparent ignorance of the noble game rules.
"Oh?" John suddenly became interested and eagerly asked, "Please tell me more about it!"
Redman smiled slightly and patiently explained, "During combat, if you manage to kill or capture enemy noble members, congratulations! The opportunity for wealth has arrived! You just need to deliver their corpses or live captives back and demand a ransom from their side. And this ransom is no small sum; it’s definitely enticing."
After hearing this explanation, John’s eyes lit up with understanding as he continued to inquire, "So specifically speaking, how much ransom can different levels of nobility fetch?"
Redman cleared his throat and said, "Typically speaking, a common knight is worth about one hundred gold coins; a Baron is worth considerably more—around a hundred or so gold coins for ransom; as for a Viscount… well, that’s not something you can simply measure with gold coins."
With a smile on his face at this point, Redman added, "By the way, let’s not dwell on this anymore. I want to introduce you to someone today; you should be familiar with them."
"Someone? Familiar? Who could it be?" John wondered internally.
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