"Payments have arrived, payments have arrived!"
In the military camp on the layer of the Brass Fortress closest to the ground which had just undergone a bloody battle, the cries of the Throne Hall Guards echoed, prompting the Brass Dwarf Soldiers resting with their weapons to stand up immediately.
They stood on a battlefield filled with the charred corpses of Gnolls, within that nauseating and foul smell, they turned back to see a four-wheeled cart laden with boxes being pushed forward.
The guards of the Supreme Lord, clad in dazzling golden armor, wielded halberds and carried firearms, maintaining the cart as it trundled over the bomb-seared rugged terrain, continuously clinking.
Just like the most wonderful sound of clashing coins, it incited an innate pleasure in every weary Brass Dwarf.
Because, that cart was filled with the wealth they yearned for.
"Bang"
