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Locke was a second-rate soldier of the Faustian Kingdom. He started his military service at the age of 14 and was now a veteran with four years of military service. He was in a good mood today because it was pay day. Second-class soldiers in the kingdom were paid three silver thalers a month. Coupled with the two silver thalers that Cardo provided for his soldiers, he would be able to get four silver thalers. Why was it one silver thaler less? It was because the military would always take a cut of the pay given by the kingdom. It was a common practice. He couldn't wait to get the four silver thalers and ask the baron's caravan to send three of them back to his hometown. He hoped that his sister would be able to buy a ribbon she liked and that her hair would no longer be wrapped in coarse linen. He also hoped that his parents would be able to eat white bread once or twice in the next month as their health was already very poor. Locke used the remaining silver thaler to treat his brothers to a drink. As a second-rate soldier with some strength, he was the leader of a ten-man squad. He knew that his brothers weren't having a good time either. Third-rate soldiers only received two silver thalers a month, while the servant-soldiers only received one. They had to break their own money into copper thalers to spend. It wasn't enough to support their families and spend on their own. In order to make them more united in battle and to have a few loyal subordinates who could take a hit for him at critical moments, Locke didn't mind treating them to a meal. His ten-man squad consisted of five third-rate soldiers and five servant-soldiers. Except for three of them who had joined the squad two months ago, the rest were brothers who had been fighting together for at least half a year. Most of them were the same age as Locke, but they were younger than him. They were all rookies who had only been in the army for a year or two. Most of them admired their squad leader from the bottom of their hearts because their brother Locke was generous and loyal. He would always bring them out for a drink after a battle, even after a battle. Most importantly, they had more or less received Locke's care in battle. A small amount of care made their squad members less and less casualties after the first battle. With each battle, the members of their squad became more and more compatible, and the survival rate of the squad became higher and higher. He was quite famous in the barracks. Whether it was a new recruit or a veteran, as long as they were younger or similar to him, they would call him Big Brother Locke. This was a form of respect for the strong. Moreover, it was said that he had killed a lot of Shalor barbarians in the battle two months ago and had almost accumulated enough merit to become a first-rate private. Locke walked to the supply camp. Not only did it provide soldiers with their pay, but it also served as a trading center in the camp. You could buy anything you wanted here. Fragrant ale? A sharp iron sword? A war horse with good endurance? Or a beautiful woman. There was everything here, and Cardo was very attentive to the needs of his soldiers. But only if you have money. Or, you have the right. As a second-rate soldier, Locke's capital might have just reached the standard here, but he rarely squandered it here. It wasn't just him. In the barracks, soldiers with families and family responsibilities wouldn't come here to spend money. It wasn't because the soldiers had strong self-control, but because they couldn't afford to spend their silver Derahl lavishly.