Chapter 1287: Misunderstandings of the World

In the war city of Laikaya, inside the headquarters of the Ninth Corps, Weilin looked at the merit point statistics file sent by the Allied Command, turned to the first page, and looked at the numbers on it, his eyes widened involuntarily.

Not too little, but too much.

"Eighty-seven thousand two hundred and ninety-three points. Let me see the detailed divisions."

After whispering this, Weilin turned to the second page and began to check.

"Served as the Marshal of the Ninth Corps for a total of 2078 days, 3 merit points per day, a total of 6234 merit points."

"Command the recovery of the Lude Province of the Kingdom of Belfas, 2135 merit points."

"command……"

Looking down, Weilin silently accumulated the information in his mind.

"In the Battle of Daro, a small army of the Undead Legion was annihilated, which was worth 6873 merit points."

"Fight to annihilate the God Thief. Kill the God Thief and you will get merit points."

After reading the last item, Weilin placed the document on the desk, stroked his chin with his hand, and said to himself: "I wonder how many merit points Kyle has."

Thinking of this, Weilin stood up and left the study, taking a few guards with him and walked towards the headquarters of the 25th Legion.

The merit statistics files are uniformly distributed by the Judgment Knights of each legion to the hands of gold-level professionals. They will not go through their direct superiors. This is considered a confidentiality measure.

Of course, if you go to find Leonas yourself, you can easily get a complete set of merit file data.

But the unknown is interesting.

"Go see Kyle first, then go find Xuemia."

Although Weilin admitted that he had a little intention of showing off, he wanted more to know how much merit his most loyal subordinate and beloved wife had.

"In my opinion, among the coalition forces, only those commanders have more than me."

On the way to the 25th Legion’s base, Weilin couldn’t help but think.

At this moment, in the headquarters of the 25th Legion, after Kyle finished reading the merit statistics document, he threw it aside, picked up the roster next to it, and continued to select those who could be persuaded to leave their hometown and go to Qixing Territory.

"There are only 113 people now, and there are still 87 people left to reach the goal of 200 people."

Kyle muttered softly, then picked up the pen and circled another name on it to make a mark.

At this moment, the tent curtain was lifted, and a high-ranking silver knight entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and respectfully reported: "Captain, the marshal is here."

Hearing this, Kyle stood up, threw the roster into the space equipment, and walked out of the tent.

Upon seeing this, the high-ranking silver knight quickly stood up and followed.

"My Lord, what can I do for you?"

Outside the tent, Kyle came up to Weilin and bowed.

"No big deal, just came to talk to you about meritorious service."

Hearing this, Kyle instantly understood the main purpose of his master's visit.

However, since his master wanted to show off, as a loyal subordinate, he naturally chose to cooperate. He then turned sideways, bent forward slightly, and motioned his master to come in.

Looking at Kyle's expression, Weilin knew what he was thinking.

However, as long as you are thick-skinned, you won't feel embarrassed.

After entering the tent, Weilin sat down at the main seat, picked up the merit document beside him, and began to read it as if no one was around.

Seeing this, Kyle's mouth twitched a little, but he didn't bother him and sat down next to him.

"Seven thousand for ninety-six merit points, that's pretty impressive." After reading the details above, Weilin said with some surprise.

Seeing this, Kyle cooperated and asked, "Master, how many merit points do you have?"

"Not much, only 87,293 points."

After saying this, Weilin looked up at Kyle, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if he was waiting for something.

"Lord, you..."

Cooperating with his master, Kyle looked serious and began to praise in all seriousness.

Not long after, Weilin asked Kyle to stop, feeling a little embarrassed.

Although the compliments were pleasing to the heart, Kyle's words became more and more outrageous, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Seeing his master's actions, Kyle stopped without making a sound.

As for being embarrassed about what he had said, he had no such thoughts.

After waving his hand to let Kyle sit down again, Weilin asked, "During this period of time, how many warriors have you recruited from the 25th Legion who are willing to go to Qixing Territory?"

Seeing this, Kyle didn't keep anyone in suspense and said straight to the point, "One hundred and thirteen people."

Upon hearing this number, Weilin showed a look of shock.

Although Kyle promised him that he would bring two hundred people back to Qixing Territory before he started poaching, he estimated the number to be around one hundred and ten.

After all, the 25th Legion is a mixed legion, and most of the officers come from clergy families, military families, and bureaucratic families in various provinces of the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn.

Apart from these people, many of the remaining officers who could be persuaded were reluctant to leave their homeland.

All in all, not many officers could be persuaded to go to Qixing Territory.

But I didn't expect Kyle to convince 113 people in such a short time, which was completely beyond my psychological estimation.

After stopping to think, Weilin couldn't help but ask Kyle, "You didn't coerce them, did you?"

"My Lord, I will not do such a thing, at least not under such circumstances." Kyle slowly answered, "As for these officers, as long as we understand their identities and backgrounds, and use some persuasion skills, it will be easy to make them leave their homeland with their families and go to Qixing Territory."

Having said this, Kyle paused for a moment, and then continued: "My Lord, in this process, you are one of the indispensable reasons why they are willing to leave their hometown."

"me?"

Weilin pointed at himself with a puzzled look on his face.

"In order to provide generous pensions to the dead and disabled soldiers, you did not hesitate to ruin your own reputation. As a respected Knight of the Eternal Light, you embezzled military supplies and ended up being fined five years of military pay. This is the first factor."

"You did not take any of the wealth you gained during the war, but distributed it to the soldiers below according to their military merits. This is the second factor."

"Ransoming the captured fighters, that's the third factor."

"Finally, your powerful strength and the fact that the Crown of the God of Dawn "granted" you power in the battle to slay the God Thief are the fourth factors."

"In summary, it's easy to convince someone to follow you by simply stating some prospects."

After hearing Kyle's story, Weilin subconsciously touched his face.

I do these things just because I want to, and I have no other purpose.

However, since the world wants to misunderstand, then let it misunderstand.