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Steel And Sorrow Rise Of The Mercenary King

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<h1>Chapter 304: Pointing The Details</h1>Chapter 304: Pointing the detailsThe camp buzzed with muted activity as Lucius and Marcus walked through its heart, their boots kicking up thin clouds of dry dirt. Their weapons and helmets had been returned, the polished steel of their armor catching the dim light Both men carried themselves with the poise of seasoned fighters.Lucius's pale blonde hair, slightly tousled beneath his helmet, gleamed like gold. His eyes swept the camp with a faint look of amusement, though his face betrayed nothing. Beside him, Marcus walked too his sharp gaze dissecting every detail of the rebel settlement. Even though the had been officers for less than a month, they knew from their experience as soldier that was not how camp should look likeSprawled in disorganized chaos—crude tents patched together from scraps of cloth and leather dotted the area. Smoke spiraled lazily from small cookfires, and children darted between the tents, their faces dirtied but curious.The rebels watched the two armored men with wary eyes. Some stood frozen, a mix of awe and suspicion written on their faces. A handful of men muttered among themselves, glancing repeatedly at Lucius and Marcus as if trying to piece together who they were and why they were here. Women clutched their children close, stealing nervous glances at the strangers.Lucius and Marcus exchanged a subtle look, a shared understanding passing between them. They'd seen this before—the distrust, the curiosity, the quiet fear."Charming place," Lucius murmured under his breath, his tone laced with sarcasm.Marcus didn't reply ,his usual non-chalance nowhere to be seen, his jaw tightening as his eyes lingered on the disheveled state of the camp. His gaze flicked to a line of poorly maintained weapons stacked haphazardly against a post—rusted blades, makeshift clubs, and a few battered spears.As they moved deeper into the camp, the tension followed them like a shadow. More rebels stopped what they were doing to stare openly. Their faces were hardened from weeks of hunger and uncertainty, but their curiosity was palpable. Whispers spread quickly, questions muttered just loud enough to be heard."Who're they supposed to be?""Never seen armor like that before."''Are they soldiers?''Inor walked with purposeful strides, his boots grinding against the dry earth as he led Lucius and Marcus toward the center of the chaotic camp.Inor's private tent itself was little more than a patchwork of coarse cloth and leather stitched together, but it stood taller and broader than the others, marked with crude stakes and ropes that pulled it taut against the wind. Inor reached the flap and held it open, stepping inside without looking back to see if they followed.Lucius and Marcus ducked into the dim interior, their helmets brushing the top of the entrance. The inside was sparse with just an uneven rug on the dirt floor.Before anyone could speak, the rustling of cloth caught their attention. A small child, no older than six, darted from behind the cot and threw himself at Inor with unrestrained glee. His tiny arms wrapped tightly around Inor's waist as he buried his face into his father's tunic."Papa!" the boy exclaimed, his voice high and bright against the tension in the room.Inor froze for a moment, a flicker of something softer crossing his hardened face. He placed a large, calloused hand on the boy's head, ruffling his hair. "What are you doing here, boy? I told you to stay with the others."The child looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I wanted to see you," he said simply, his small voice carrying a stubborn tone that mirrored Inor's own.Inor crouched slightly, bringing himself down to the boy's level. "Go on now," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Play with your friends. I have important business."The boy pouted but nodded, his gaze flicking toward Lucius and Marcus. His eyes lingered on their armor, his curiosity evident. The men didn't move, letting the child study them in silence."Go on," Inor repeated, nudging the boy toward the exit.The child glanced back one last time, his small face wrinkled in fascination, before darting out of the tent. The flap closed behind him, leaving the three men in a moment of stillness.Inor sighed and moved to sit on the ground near the low table, his legs folding beneath him in a practiced motion. He gestured toward the space across from him, his sharp eyes watching as Lucius and Marcus followed suit.Inor leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on his knees, his expression unreadable. "When can I expect the next delivery?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with the quiet authority of a man used to bad news.Lucius straightened his back, his polished armor catching the faint light filtering through the tent's patchwork seams. "The next shipment will come in two weeks," he replied, his voice measured. "But after that, the deliveries will stop being... free."Inor's eyes narrowed, though he didn't seem surprised. He let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Knew it was too good to be true. So, what is it you want from me? What's the cost?"Lucius exchanged a brief glance with Marcus, then leaned forward slightly, his tone quiet but pointed. "Our employer has expectations. He doesn't just give out support for charity, you see. In exchange for his... generosity, he'll need you to follow some orders. Nothing too complicated, mind you, and more often than not, they'll align with your cause. Useful things for you and your men."Inor's eyes flickered with suspicion. "Useful things, huh? Like what?"Marcus, who had been silent so far, added, "You'll know when the time comes. But discretion will be key."Lucius nodded in agreement, his gaze steady on Inor. "What matters most is that you understand the arrangement. You'll keep our involvement—and by extension, our employer's involvement—a secret. If word spreads about where your support is coming from, this all falls apart. Remember, there are plenty of other men in rebellion out there, men who'd be more than willing to take this arrangement in your place."Inor's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, letting Lucius continue."You, however, have one advantage they don't," Lucius went on, his voice dropping slightly, making his next words land like a hammer. "You have us. And through us, you have him. If you're smart, you'll treat our employer's orders as you would a divine commandment."The room went still, the weight of Lucius's words hanging between them.Inor leaned back slightly, his face carefully blank. "So that's how it is," he said slowly. His voice was calm, but his mind raced. He had expected strings attached, but the leash they were offering was shorter than he feared.Lucius spread his hands in a placating gesture. "That's how it is. But think on this: in a world where you've got enemies closing in from all sides, wouldn't it be better to have someone watching your back? Or are you planning to feed and arm your people with dirt and prayers?"Inor stared at Lucius for a long moment, then shifted his gaze to Marcus, who remained silent but watchful. Finally, he nodded, though it was more to himself than to them. "Fine," he said, his voice low but firm. "Let's see what your orders are when they come. Until then, keep the deliveries coming."Lucius smiled faintly, as if he'd just won a small victory. "A wise decision."Marcus looked around the dimly lit tent, his face set in a disapproving scowl before he clapped . "Now that the presentations are out of the way, we can talk about this camp," he said bluntly, "is a mess. A handful of determined men could overrun you without breaking a sweat. Ten at most, and you'd be nothing but corpses and ash by sunrise."Inor's eyes darkened, but he didn't rise to the insult. "We're peasants, not soldiers," he replied, his tone even but with an edge of defensiveness. "We fight to survive, not to march in rank and file."Marcus crossed his arms, his sharp gaze boring into Inor. "That's something we're going to address, then. Now that you've got weapons, armor, and a bit of hope, it's time for you to stop acting like desperate farmers and start becoming fighters. Fighters who stand a chance."Inor's lips thinned as he considered Marcus's words. "And how exactly do you propose we do that?"Marcus smirked. "Simple. We'll send us some men, we will teach them , and they'll drill your people, teach them the basics. Not just how to hold a spear, but how to work together and hold a line"Inor leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. "That all? Or are you here to tell me something else?"Marcus nodded, the faint smirk fading into a serious expression. "One more thing. While I was looking around your camp, I couldn't help but notice how thin your actual fighting force is. Out of the entire camp, what? Three hundred who can swing a weapon properly? The rest are either too young, too old, or too scared. You're sitting on a barrel of grain, but you've got no one to guard it."Inor's brow furrowed. "And what do you suggest I do about that?"Marcus leaned back slightly, gesturing with his hands. "Simple. Assimilate other bands. There are plenty of smaller groups out there, barely scraping by, same as you. Offer them something they can't refuse—food, weapons, and a chance to survive. Tell them they'll get their share of the provisions when they join you.I remind you the provisions will obviously increase with your numbersInor tilted his head, still wary. "And you think they'll just fall in line?""Not all of them," Marcus admitted, shrugging. "Some will fight. Some won't trust you. But many of them? They're just as desperate as you are, if not more. Make the offer sweet enough, and they'll come running."Lucius, who had been silent until now, chimed in. "Numbers are everything. Right now, you've got the weapons, the armor, and a trickle of support. But unless you build an army—one at least twelve hundred strong—you'll never be more than a nuisance to your enemies."Inor sighed, rubbing his temples. "That huh? And what if the other bands decide to turn on us instead?"Marcus grinned, his sharp eyes gleaming. "Then you'll finally have the chance to weed out the ones too foolish to see reason. Besides," he added, "with the supplies you have now, and the ones still to come, you'll be in a better position than any of them. Play it right, and you won't just be surviving—you'll be leading the strongest force in these lands.If you cannot even do that , what use are you to us?"Inor sat back thinking about the proposal.It wasn't an easy road, but survival never was.

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