Andrew smiled. "Cyril, you're sharp. You catch on quick. It's simple. What I want is weapons and manpower. Return to Throne City and send me a batch of soldiers. Remember, I want the Ludendorff family's elite troops. Then, add a shipment of military supplies on top of that. I'll have someone draw up a list for you later."

Cyril thought he had misheard. "Huh? What did you just say? You want the Ludendorff family's elite soldiers? And weapons too? That's absolutely impossible! Don't even think about it!"

After all, the Ludendorff family was already being pressed hard by the Cathedral and desperately needed soldiers and supplies themselves. Yet, Andrew had the nerve to demand those exact things.

Did Andrew think the Ludendorff family was running some kind of charity, supporting him so he could grow stronger and become a powerful warlord ruling over the Wastelands?

Cyril was not an idiot and immediately understood what Andrew was planning.

Andrew shook his head with mock regret. "An