CHAPTER 563: CHAPTER 329: OLD MAN, HAND OVER SOME GOLD COINS! (PART 2)

If the Dragon-men without mounts are slightly organized, they become the Heavy Infantry Regiment, while those with mounts just need a bit of coordination to become the Heavy Cavalry Corps.

Yet, Noah looks down on such a Dragon Clan, believing one must choose the best of the best, select the true elites, train and learn through rigorous tests, and only then equip them with a full set of Magic Movement Armor to become a qualified Legion Soldier.

Nevertheless, for most Lords, or a common human King, having soldiers, even mid-level officers, with such qualities of the Dragon Clan would make them wake up laughing.

Therefore, this puts Terramus in a tough spot because his standards are not as strict as his father’s; they don’t have to reach the Radiant Gold Level to be organized into the Battle Group and become an official military unit.

The descendant of the Holy Dragon, even using skeleton soldiers, finds these eager Dragon Clan members wanting to enlist and follow him to the Alviss Continent quite pleasing.

He just can’t take so many people because so far, the number of Dragon Clan members willing to fight has exceeded a hundred thousand, and this number is rapidly increasing with time.

Indeed, Terramus understands that these eager Dragon Clan enlistees are not purely motivated, not just supporting his brother but also seeking to achieve fame, power, status, and wealth.

But this is the pursuit of intelligent beings; not only these Dragon Clan members, but even his own purpose is not pure, as he also wants to prove himself to his brother and father through this war.

He is like this, the Dragon Clan members are like this, and those Dragon Lords are also like this, but the purpose of those Dragon Lords is very pure.

They do not intend to support the Holy Dragon’s Son; rather, they want to expand their territory, gain more land, resources, and status in the name of supporting the Holy Dragon’s Son. They have not progressed for too long.

"Too many? I don’t think so. If it troubles you, take them all."

Noah encouraged. This not only supported his sons but more importantly, he was very pleased to see Dragon Clan members with pioneering spirits organizing into legions and sailing in large numbers to Alviss Continent.

"There are too many of them."

Terramus was not easily swayed by his father’s few words. He reiterated the problem he faced,

"If the number were small, I could establish a Transmission Array. But with the current scale of the Dragon Clan, I cannot support the consumption of cross-sea teleportation."

"Oh."

Noah nodded, understanding what his second son’s intention was in seeking him out, even asking how to select those going to battle, an issue that sounds extremely childish boils down to:

Old man, spend some Gold Coins!

"This is a minor problem. You can arrange for them to go to Voyager Harbor and seek assistance from the local Governor. In the harbor, there should be many ocean-going ships and warships for sale. You can invest to custom order or directly purchase finished ships."

Noah thought for a moment and provided a highly feasible suggestion.

As for laying out money to fund his second son, transporting all those willing Dragon Clan members to Alviss Continent by teleportation? Dream on; this is just the first batch of Dragon Clan members, definitely not all of them.

If more Dragon Clan members want to go to Alviss Continent later, and all of them using cross-sea Teleportation Array, the cost would be too high.

Therefore, Noah thinks it’s a great opportunity to establish a fixed expedition sea route, a plan of great significance, deeply influential to history, and such a historically significant task can be handed to his second son to complete. As for money, he has already provided the plan, why give more money? There’s no reason for that.

"My assets are insufficient to purchase or customize a fleet that can transport ten thousand Dragon Clan members in one go."

Terramus was unwilling; his visit’s intention, besides asking for advice, was also indeed to seek some support from his old father for his and his brother’s endeavors.

"It doesn’t matter; you can apply for a loan from the Governor Mansion at the Overseas Port as my descendant. With me as your guarantor, no matter how large the sum, they should approve it."

Noah again provided a highly actionable solution,

"Of course, if you don’t want to bear the burden of a loan, you can also order ships in batches. It isn’t necessary to complete all the transportation at once."

"Father, can’t you give me some financial support?"

Ultimately, Terramus couldn’t hold back and asked bluntly.

"I wish I could, but I don’t have any money either."

Upon hearing his second son’s straightforwardness, Noah sighed deeply,

"It seems like my domain’s tax revenue increases every year, and the economy is improving year by year, but expenditures are also increasing simultaneously and even doubling.

Like local infrastructure, the research investment in Magic Potion, magic-guided, mechanical, and bloodline domains, education spending in all regional and level academies, various relief policies, maintenance of local defense forces, and the construction of my direct Battle Group — which of these is not a money-burning abyss? Not to mention administrative management, transportation, environmental protection, social security, material reserve, and so on. Tell me, which doesn’t require money? Which can be spared?"

"..."

Hearing his father list such a series of expenditures, Terramus fell silent.

As a Dragon who had been dwelling in the Giant God Workshop for a long time, he only knew that his father’s territory had numerous profitable ventures, and his father was the most luxurious Dragon in this world, but he didn’t realize that maintaining order consumed so much in his father’s territory.

"Building a Transmission Array is indeed the quickest and least laborious, but it’s also the most consuming plan. I know you’re very eager to support your brother, but regardless of what you do, you need to act according to your means."

Noah advised earnestly,

"You need to face reality and make the most reasonable choices based on actual conditions. You haven’t stopped recruiting for war; more Dragon Clan members will want to follow you. Do you plan to teleport all of them? How much can you afford?"

"I understand, Father. I will follow your advice and build a sea expedition route."

Though he didn’t believe his father was out of money, Terramus wasn’t one to pester endlessly, but asking for money to this extent was already his limit.

"If you want to apply for a loan, try to fill out a reasonable amount. If the loan amount is too outrageous, the Fairy responsible for approval will still reject it."

As his offspring turned to leave, Noah kindly reminded him.

"I understand."

Terramus paused and then continued moving forward.

"Such a good child!"

Noah sighed with admiration.

The idea of teleporting groups on a legion scale is still too extravagant; Noah could support such reckless actions, but it’s not worth it.

The situation in Iliad’s territory has long been stable. Although it remains surrounded by a coalition of adjacent countries, that blockade line is not trustworthy and can be said to be riddled with holes.

The conduct of overseas trade has made Noah’s name as the Holy Dragon widely known on the Alviss Continent, thus leading many countries on the Other Shore Continent to have a favorable impression of Noah’s Holy Dragon Land.

Even countries ruled by the feudal noble class wouldn’t mind interacting with such a force, especially in conducting business trade, where there’s no worry about fraud, and the business environment is excellent, guaranteeing profits on every trip.

As for the surrounding national forces of the Holy Dragon Land, they fear being assimilated and eroded, and nobles in those countries fear being executed by Paladins — but what does that have to do with them? It’s not their problem.