"Both methods have some truth, but neither is comprehensive or advisable. We have just gathered and are not suitable for fighting a tough battle. Victory will certainly boost morale, but failure will easily fall apart!"

Starbuck was born into a noble family and had received a relatively systematic education and study since childhood. His strategic vision was superior to that of everyone present, and he also saw things at a deeper level.

"The most important thing for us now is to obtain the first tranche of military supplies. Only with enough military supplies can we advance, attack, and retreat far away."

Starbuck obviously also has aristocratic bad habits. Although what he said is reasonable and well-founded, it is not really confirmed, and neither party is guilty, so they are allowed to listen.

"General Starbuck deserves to be a knight. He thinks more carefully than we do. We should really start with easy things first and then build up enough self-confidence. Solo City is so big. Those greedy nobles can say more but not more.

There are quite a few, why should we just focus on Faerûn Castle? Just find a few, and the food and money collected will be enough for us to use for several months."

"That's right, that's right. I know where there is a granary. It belongs to a hereditary baron who owns a fief. There are tens of thousands of bags of grain stored in it. The purpose is to hoard supplies so that when the grain shortage starts in spring, he can make a lot of money."

"I know a hereditary viscount's blacksmith shop. There should be a lot of weapons stored in it, enough for us to equip a centurion."

"I know……"

"I know……"

Starbuck's words undoubtedly opened another window and mobilized everyone's enthusiasm. Many people couldn't wait to share the information they had, including those who had always been in the shape of a saw-shaped gourd.
Chapter completed!