- Fantasy Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence
- FLDI Chapter 90
**Chapter 90: Distribution of Spoils**
The fall of the eleven second-tier minotaurs signified the end of the war. Many people, especially the full knights and pioneering lords who had borne the brunt of the initial assault, collapsed from exhaustion.
No one truly understood the immense pressure they had faced. Although they knew Thor had laid an ambush, and even witnessed it themselves, the looming threat of over four thousand minotaurs still weighed heavily on them.
If they hadn’t been able to deal with the minotaurs, those four thousand beasts could have wiped them out, along with the hidden forces Thor had set up. Many had even considered fleeing, but in the end, they held their ground.
And the result was something they were all pleased with.
Not only had they successfully defended against the minotaur invasion, but they had also achieved a perfect victory. Over four thousand minotaurs, including more than a dozen second-tier ones, were eliminated in the Maine River Valley.
It was an achievement that filled everyone with uncontainable joy. The massive burden weighing on their hearts vanished in an instant.
“Everyone,” Thor called out with a light chuckle as he rose, glancing across the battlefield, “it’s time to clean up the field.”
The battlefield had completely transformed. A wide river, over a hundred meters across, now flowed through what had once been fertile land. Although the water had calmed, the riverbanks were strewn with sand, uprooted trees, shattered buildings, and the corpses of minotaurs, magical beasts, and wild animals. The once-prime farmland was now covered by the floodwaters.
However, Thor wasn’t too concerned. The Maine River Valley’s naturally rich environment meant there was plenty of fertile land that could be reclaimed with some time and effort. This was not an insurmountable problem.
At Tor’s words, the other pioneering lords smiled and nodded, then began the task of cleaning up the battlefield.
There wasn’t much left to salvage, apart from the eleven second-tier minotaurs. Most of the other bodies had been swept away by the flood. The cleanup was relatively straightforward.
Tor soon reached the body of the second-tier peak minotaur he had fought. Its blood-soaked corpse lay still, while a few knights from Eagle Ridge searched its remains.
Tor’s attention was drawn to something hanging from the minotaur’s waist.
“What’s this?” He muttered, puzzled, as he stepped forward and pulled out a half-revealed parchment from the minotaur’s chest.
Upon unfolding the parchment, he saw it was a map.
“Titan script?”
Thor squinted at the map and the strange writing on it. He didn’t recognize the language but guessed it must be in the Titan’s tongue. After a brief hesitation, he tucked the parchment away.
Once he did, the others finished their cleanup, and the group began their return to Eagle Ridge.
The war was over, and now it was time to divide the spoils.
Though much of the battlefield had been washed away, the bodies of the dozen second-tier minotaurs, especially the three peak-tier ones, yielded many valuable items. Among them were more than three hundred second-tier magic cores, and even a single third-tier core, which left Thor astonished.
He realized that the minotaur tribe they had fought must have been a third-tier tribe, which explained the massive stockpile of resources.
Thor’s surprise was shared by everyone else, many of whom were practically holding their breath in excitement. While a second-tier magic core was worth around a hundred gold coins, it was nothing like the rarer species such as the stingray fish or boar beasts.
But this was a huge haul—three hundred cores in total, worth around thirty thousand gold coins.
And that wasn’t even counting the third-tier core, which alone was worth more than ten thousand gold coins. In total, they had gathered over forty thousand gold coins’ worth of treasure.
This was an immense fortune, especially in the northern provinces. Even Marquis Raymond himself would be tempted by such riches.
And on top of the treasure, there were merit points to be gained. Each second-tier minotaur was worth ten merit points, and with eleven of them in total, that amounted to one hundred and ten points—enough for a pioneering lord to be promoted to baron.
These were incredible rewards.
The five pioneering lords were wide-eyed, some even trembling with anticipation. The temptation was almost too much for them to bear. If it weren’t for Thor’s overwhelming strength and the contractual obligations binding them, they might have acted on their greed.
Thor was fully aware of this.
Back at Eagle Ridge, in the castle’s hall, Thor, Pape Lawrence, Gratton, Valmy, and the two other pioneering lords, Sachi and Joz Anubi, sat around the large pile of glowing magic cores.
“Lord Thor,” Joz Anubi spoke after a long pause, his eyes lingering on the treasure before him, “since you led us to victory against the minotaurs, it’s only right that you take the spoils.”
The others hesitated briefly, but after a moment, none of them objected. They all knew that without Tor’s leadership, they wouldn’t have been able to fend off the minotaurs, let alone achieve such a victory.
While the fiery greed in their hearts began to cool, they couldn’t help but acknowledge that Thor deserved the lion’s share of the spoils. Even if he claimed everything, they wouldn’t be in a position to argue.
As they looked at him, some with uncertainty, others with tension, Thor understood what they were thinking. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke.
“In that case, I won’t refuse,” Thor said. “I’ll take the third-tier magic core, but the rest of the magic cores you can divide among yourselves. As for the merit points from the minotaurs, I’ll claim all of those. What do you think?”
His words took everyone by surprise. Several of them widened their eyes in disbelief before breaking into smiles.
“Are you serious, Lord Thor?” Satch asked, barely able to contain his excitement.
Pape Lawrence hesitated, then spoke up, “But Lord Thor, the greatest credit for this victory belongs to you. Are you sure you’re fine with just that?”
“Yes, Lord Thor,” Gratton added. “You could certainly take a larger share.”
Some nodded in agreement, while others remained silent, hiding their smiles.
Tor glanced at each of them and shook his head. “That’s more than enough. You all contributed as well. Besides, isn’t the real treasure the Maine River Valley itself? Now that most of the other lords are gone, it’s all ours.”
(End of Chapter)