"Your Highness, what are you saying? This humble official will certainly do his best." Huang Yue readily agreed, almost patting his chest in assurance.

"Your Highness... what do you need so many dogs for? When it comes to guarding and keeping watch... can they even compare to cultivators?" Liu Renguang was very puzzled by Qin Mo's behavior. If it were in exchange for grain or cloth, he certainly wouldn't have said a word. But there wasn't much of that strong liquor to begin with, and he couldn't even get a taste of it. He was so tempted just looking at it!

"You don't know anything. Are dogs only good for hunting and guarding? What a fool's opinion." Qin Mo spoke more casually to his closest subordinates, often scolding and kicking them. His guards were used to it and felt uncomfortable if they didn't scold them.

The largest mansion in the trading city was naturally the witch's tent of the orcish high shaman. Despite its name, it was actually a sturdy stone complex. Its design was ancient, rugged, and even somewhat eerie. After the Great Xia army occupied the trading city, Zhao Qirui established his headquarters as the General of the Northern Expedition in this stone city called "Witch's Tent," which naturally became the general's mansion.

When Qin Mo arrived, Huang Yue was already waiting at the gate. As soon as she spoke, Qin Mo smelled a strong smell of alcohol. "The General is already waiting in the inner hall. Your Highness, please follow me."

"Commander Huang, the mansion over there is quite nice! Why did the General choose this Stone City? It looks a bit eerie!" Qin Mo asked casually as she walked over and noticed a rather nice mansion nearby.

“Your Highness may not know this, but the Great General, having won, naturally must act like a victor. This ‘Witch’s Tent’ is the most revered place in the city, and naturally cannot be given to others. Moreover, the Great General has been herding horses in the north for many years and has never indulged in luxury. The residence that the Crown Prince is in was originally the residence of the Rakshasa Kingdom’s military governor, and has now been given to the wounded soldiers by the Great General.”

Huang Yue explained why Zhao Qirui chose the "Witch's Tent" as the general's residence, which impressed Qin Mo. The "Witch's Tent," as the former center of power in the trading city, naturally deserved to be occupied. Furthermore, providing the most comfortable housing for wounded soldiers was a brilliant way to win over the army's morale.

Huang Yue suddenly stopped and gestured for Qin Mo to proceed. Then Qin Mo saw a man standing on the steps. The man was upright with a resolute face, and his gaze towards Qin Mo was full of scrutiny.

"General Qin Mo of Ningyuan greets the Great General." Qin Mo no longer referred to himself as "this young master," for while his status was incredibly prestigious to others, it was insignificant compared to the top figures of the Great Xia Dynasty. For the next six months, he would be under Zhao Qirui's command, and keeping a low profile was the right choice.

Zhao Qirui's gaze towards Qin Mo gradually changed, no longer sharp and cold, but gentle like spring water.

"From now on, don't call me General, call me Uncle..." Zhao Qirui walked down the steps, patted Qin Mo on the shoulder, making Qin Mo feel flattered.