'Greedy merchant bastard.'
As Senior Soldier Bulsheben entered the war merchant's military tent, he closed his burning eyes. The heat in his pupils cooled down. War Merchant Panfanel's military tent was ridiculously luxurious. That might've made him even angrier.
'Hmph. The stench of blood reeks from things bought with soldiers' blood.'
He didn't like war merchants. He just saw them as a necessary evil.
Running soldiers costs money. And that was a tough expense for both the lord and the citizens living in the territory. War merchants existed to reduce that cost.
War merchants who got the lord's approval and bought and sold strategic materials from various places had massive privileges. In exchange for giving the lord a portion of their margins, they could move around freely and could even mobilize soldiers or knights stationed in fortresses, cities, or villages if they had sufficient reason in emergencies.
