With that explanation, everyone present understood. They'd never had more than a single Silver Coin in their pockets, so they had no idea what military funding was.
But when it was framed as "money," they understood.
They at least understood the basic concept that money could buy things.
"Hehe, does this mean I can eat honey every day now?" Zat chuckled gleefully, as if he could already see a future of unlimited honey.
In his mind, if the Southern Territory gave them money, wasn't that the same as giving it to High Cliff Castle? And if High Cliff Castle had money, wouldn't the food improve? That meant he'd get to eat more tasty things.
This oaf had no idea that even grunts were supposed to get something called a salary.
It wasn't just him, either. Anyone present who'd been born in the Wilderness had no concept of military funding.
In their eyes, getting three meals a day was more than enough reason to lay down their lives.
