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Comments for chapter «Chapter 73»

So his son uses a satelite navigation app?

“my son is a wyze”
MC and his pals : that’s cute

Yea I don’t think the Duke will do that

bruh, this crazy bastard…

Who the heck is Agatha again?

i really thinks the duke will support this guy, only to test where the MC can go, and how he will get out of this situation.

Remind you all that the heroe use rock salt without legal right, this is something really bad for his reputation, and the duke, even tho he dont really care about those things, will use this as a pretexte to test out fraunmunt.

He want him REALLY REALLY BAD, like a tools, a knight or an asset, but the duke see the value and intelligence of Fraunmunt, he dont need him…

Can your son defeat an army of 1000 in a single strike? No? Well then don’t even try

The duke and the royal family will support fraunmunt lol

Soon that bald ass head will grow white hair in fear

So that’s how a last smile of a head whose going to fly off in a not so distant future..

i dont think the duke would stop them…he’s the kinda guy to test you till you die no?

good luck to save your ass, Mr nobody.

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT

The face of soon to be dead HAHAHAHA

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Chapter 119 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

I took a handful of soil and threw it, and the wind blew and made the soil flutter. It was the red soil on the ground, where not even grass could grow.

Fraunmunt’s estate was a place where the word barren land fit perfectly.

There was a horde of monsters that flocked there from time to time.

There is a ‘Blade Mountain’, but there is no silver, gold or iron mine in this mountain.

There was no mana ore either.

The former king also used this place as an exile. If he gave this land to someone, it would be just a punishment.

This place is definitely barren. It was enough to be an exile for the lords. Since I asked for this exile land, how come the prince is not be surprised and embarrassed?

In their view, I would be half crazy. This land was full of shortcomings, but I didn’t care.

Let’s do it one by one slowly.

It was just the beginning.

Lind came to my call. They ate and slept in a small tent, which was embarrassing to call it a campsite. I cleaned my sword and shield, which had been stained with green blood.

Seeing his thin cheeks, it was clear that he could not even eat enough.

Before I left Count Ludwig’s domain, I had moved Lind and his party, and I had only wanted one thing from them.

I knew what was in this land of Fraunmunt, but I did not know how many monsters there were.

I had no way of knowing how large they were, only that the Eight Gates had swept them all away.

However, seeing that it wasn’t that well documented in the history books, and that it was in a land that the surrounding territories hadn’t dared to clean up.

“The number is at least a thousand.”

That’s right. I thought it was just about that, somewhere between a thousand and five hundred.

“What’s good about it?”

Lind grunted. I like my predictions, you punk.

“I think the enemy has a clever leader.”

A pack of jumping monsters would have been no match for the three of them from the start. If monsters had just attacked them recklessly, this whole area would have been cleared out before I arrived.

The fact that they it hadn’t yet, meant that there were unpredictable problems, which Lind explained with the phrase, “The enemy has a leader”.

After hearing everything that had happened where they were and their battles, I began to picture the enemy in my mind.

“Hobgoblin? Or a unique monster?”

No matter how much the surrounding lords discarded the land, they sometimes sent troops to clean up the monster herd.

Count Ludwig would have fulfilled his duty as an adjacent lord.

In such a situation, monsters gathered in a group and survived.

If you said there was no boss, it wouldn’t make sense.

It was impossible to determine who the boss was just by hearing their actions.

“First of all, we have to clear the monsters in order to bring back the people.”

Being the lord of this land meant that I wanted to live on this land. There was no one here who did not know about this.

Moreover, none of them thought I was weird right now.

On one side were my comrades-in-arms who had survived the battlefield with me, and on the other were the people I had recruited directly from the capital.

Luis and Agatha didn’t even seem to want to engage in conversation with my activities, and Jabrien didn’t seem to mind at all.

Lind, Axe (Dokki), and Digo obeyed me. If they hadn’t trusted me from the start, they wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble here.

“Did you eat well?”

“It’s not that I can’t eat.”

Although Digo answered my words, it seems that he did not eat much. Linde, Digo, Axe, plus the people I brought with me.

Although it was the beginning of the territory, it was incredibly shabby.

I was pretty satisfied. There are five wyze users in my territory.

What kind of estate could have such a power, if the Grand Duke or Prince knew this, they would never have let me go easily from the royal castle.

We were in the middle of discussing about how to deal with a herd of monsters.

A loud cry called me outside. I got up and went out of the tent.

I wondered when it would come. It was pumpkin’s howl.

Anyway, hearing that the howl became thicker, it must have grown a lot.

I wonder if it’s already over my waist.

Let’s go outside to see my cute wolf.

When I called him, he approached and rubbed my thigh-sized head against my chest.

I was helplessly pushed, but I gave strength to hold out. I raised my hand reflexively and stroked Pumpkin’s head.

“He has grown up a lot, right?”

Lind said from behind. It’s not that big of a deal.

“Stop pushing. I’m gonna die.”

When I reached out and pushed his chest, I felt the strong muscles hidden in the fur. Looking from a little further away, I could see a wolf as big as a horse.

When I stood and looked at him, my eye level was same as him.

The golden line that started at the tip of its nose and continued to its tail was still there, but its body had completely changed.

His face became more handsome.

Even among many wolves, Pumpkin was probably the most handsome wolf.

“You’ve grown a lot.”

I said while looking at the pumpkin, and the pumpkin let out a howl in the air.

He was so glad that he started walking around me. I caught him and stopped because I felt dizzy. Don’t act cute like that with a heavy body that is likely to break somewhere if hit incorrectly.

Stopping, the guy laid down in front of me with his stomach exposed. No, don’t do that.

It’s not something to do with that body. Dude.

Jabrien approached with interest. If I said it’s a dog, now no one will believe it.

“Nice to meet you, Pumpkin.”

Jabrien nodded and waved at Pumpkin. As a wandering trader, the most valuable thing she could find was exactly this kind.

Something that could never be priced.

Our pumpkin is the only species in the world, so of course it would have attracted her attention.

“What did you eat to grow so much?”

When Yabrian approached Pumpkin, he began to smell her scent.

It was his habit to remember all the smells of my party. I said it while looking at it, and Linde replied.

“I don’t know. It was hard to see your face once a day without you, but you managed to come as soon as you came.”

It was only natural that Pumpkin would remember my scent.

I held my breath in front of everyone and then continued.

There is nothing more important than eating.

I heard Lind let out a low groan. It’s unexpected, but it’s probably not just my illusion that he looks happy. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like you’ve been eating well.

As in the past, I got a stone plate, wiped it with water, lit a fire, and took out the raw meat I got on the way here from the estate.

Agatha saw it and stepped out. She looked familiar.

“Lady, please let go.”

Lind stopped her. He knew that doing it with his own hands was much better than doing it with someone else’s.

Compared to the chefs I’ve met in the palace, I’m probably an okay chef, but when it comes to cooking in the field, it’s rare to find a chef as good as me.

The herbs on the ground were my spices, and the way I cooked the meat was near perfect thanks to my countless experiences.

I sprinkled salt flower and three spices I had purchased from the royal palace on top of it.

“When a little herb powder and pepper meet, a fantastic scent spreads.”

I didn’t actually hear such a sound, but it seemed to spread over the meat. Soon, the savory and sweet aroma spread quickly.

I roasted the thick meat over low heat for a long time, then peeled off the charred surface with a knife.

Let’s cut the flesh that came out after that.

I’m touched. It’s dripping.

The well-cooked pork spilled juices. The sight of it made my mouth drool and made me forget to blink.

“No way. This is heavenly taste.”

Jabrien was about to shed tears after eating a piece of it. Other people’s reactions were not very different.

Axe (Dokki) ate silently, and Agatha blinked and looked at me and said.

“You’re good at cooking, too.”

Agatha said with a blush on her face. I smiled and threw a big chunk of meat back.

Pumpkin jumped lightly so that not even a speck of dust came out of its large body, and grabbed the lump of meat and ate it.

The cooked meat is just a delicacy for Pumpkin, and now he take care of the meal on his own. Still, if I don’t give him a chunk to eat, I’m sure he’ll get sulky. Moreover, he was also going to guard us all tonight.

After that, it was a party for us.

To eat, drink, and get drunk. Did you think I would really come empty-handed from the royal palace?

“It’s a wine made of grapes from the far-off Farnon region, it costs a whopping one gold coin per bottle.”

I said, taking out some purple bottles.

Well, the amount was not important.

Agatha took out a crude wooden cup. She said she had been living a hectic life, and even as she left the Central Shed, she brought some of her household items with her.

“I thought it could be useful to fetch some water.”

Feeling embarrassed, she added, and regardless of that, Axe quickly received the cup and held it out to me.

Although it was an expensive wine for one gold coin, it was nothing more or less than alcohol for them.

“It’s been a while.”

Digo said, gulping down his drink.

Although they didn’t drink to the point to get drunk, it was enough to enjoy a pleasant time.

Note: It’s a Machine Translation with some fixes. So mistakes are expected.

Chapter 122 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

“Streek is here, neither a commander, nor a soldier!”
(TL Note: Look Manhwa Chapter 43 to see who he is.)

I heard a familiar voice. I looked at him and smiled.

I think his expression was a mixture of happiness and complexity.

I told Murdock to find his dream.

To Tekil, I told him to take responsibility.

And to Streek, I told him the harsh words.

‘You are not qualified as a soldier, so just take care of my territory.

If he came, I would use him properly. However, it is true that Streek was not suitable for battle.

“Those soldiers in the back…”

Before my words were over.

“About a hundred soldiers said they wanted to join you.”

The army came, but it was not to invade the territory, but to protect it. This is also ‘buy one get one’.

As I hoped for Streek, one of the white troops joined him.

I looked behind him, and there was another familiar face. When I looked at him, he bowed his head and smiled.

The tenth commander, Ralph, or rather the civilian Ralph now that he had been transferred from the Count’s army.
(TL Note: Look in Manhwa Chapter 43)

I’ve been with him since he was in the 7th Infantry Division under Canorock, so how could not I be happy?

He wasn’t the only one. All one hundred soldiers were comrades who had fought alongside me. Many of them suffered injuries and lost arms or legs.

I was glad to see them all. And Streek standing in front of me looked around and showed a firm look in front of me.

“I knew this would be the case, but it really didn’t go far from my expectations. If you don’t have discipline, who will see you as a lord?”

I didn’t even have time to pay attention to that because I had to eat and live before discipline.

Is that what you are saying when you see the dark circles under my eyes? Strekk?

I was going to make a joke out of it as he gave me a scolding. However, Streek’s head, which was supposed to be right in front of me, looked down. Eventually, his body came close to the ground. As soon as he finished, Streek knelt down on one side.

“I, Streek, swear allegiance to the lord and to protect this land until the day I die.”

But Streek was a man of his word. If he himself does not take the oath of allegiance, he will not be able to bear it, and force others to be loyal and obedient as well.

A hundred soldiers who saw it knelt down.

“Centurion Ralph, captain of hundred infantry! I want to be under the command of the Lord.”

They were informal, but they had a heart.

Only then did some people know who I was and some people already guessed it.

There were a lot of refugees around who were scared to see armed white people. Those who clenched stones and glared at each other that they would not be beaten gently were surprised and could not continue to speak.

Suddenly the soldiers and the leader knelt down in front of me and shouted, which should be a natural reaction.

I had no intention of forcing loyalty on my people. Loyalty is not something that can be coerced; it must be based on sincerity.

Still, what magic was being demonstrated here and now?

The man named Baxter, who had built the house and was in charge of the camp, was first. In response, the refugees around him knelt down one by one.

They must have been bewildered that the man who had been taking care of them was a lord.

It was spectacular. Everyone was kneeling in front of me, and only I was standing.

No, there was one more. Even though Digo and Dokki were swept away by the atmosphere and bowed their heads, even Tekil bowed down to show the respect to the lord.

My best friend approached me with his back straight. Lind looked straight at me as he walked. There was no confusion on his face, only serenity.

Standing in front of me, Lind slowly lowered himself. He put one knee on the ground and placed his right arm horizontally on top of it.

Then, with his head bowed like that, my best friend called me.

“My lord, Baron Fraunmunt and wise master of this land, Lindsonate begs you.”

I was just looking at my friend.

Then Lind looked at me and said.

“Please, allow this Lindsonate to swear allegiance.”

It was impossible to refuse. I am the lord of this land, and I will become even more powerful in the future.

We can’t keep our friendship as friendship forever.

From this day on, there was no one in this land who did not know that I was The Lord.

It was also known to the neighboring territory of Count Ludwig. It was the day when the name Chris Fraunmunt, the owner of the Fraunmunt land, was known to the public.

I expected Streek to show superior ability to operate the territory than the military, and that hit the mark.

“City building cannot be done immediately. The first thing to do is to stop the monster invasion with the power of people, so maximize the number of soldiers.”

He also made a statement that took the core of the matter in its own way.

“You know what I need for that, right?”

“Why always beat around the bush about the need for money?”

Drenched in sweat, Louis handed me a dry cloth, shaking his arm. I sent Louis under Tekil as soon as his body was healed, and he was suffering from excruciating muscle aches.

I roughly wiped off my sweat and enjoyed the warm wind. It was a pleasant day with warm winds as winter receded and spring approached.

I couldn’t slack off on my practice, so I got moving, and when I was done, Streek came over.

“It’s going to be hard to dig up rock salt.”

“Yes, if I had the manpower to use there, I’d rather let them go hunting.”

Streek added to my words.

That’s right. I couldn’t take it out and use it even though there was gold called rock salt. It was a problem even if I took it out overboard right away.

The country has a monopoly on salt.

In other words, salt from the land of Serkado is basically eaten by the Royal palace. Even if I did a lot of pretty things and said the state would buy the salt from this land, they would never give me a decent price.

It would be extorted wantonly under the guise of taxation. It is too bad. How could I have meekly handed over that money.

Of course, I had no intention of paying a huge tax for salt sales rights.

“What about painting?”

“It’s nice to sell fine art, but well, can it be sold for the price it deserves?”

The more expensive art, the better it should meet its owner. No matter how resourceful Yabrian was, it was an agent’s job to sell the Prince’s paintings in a yard that was not touched by a high-ranking aristocrat.

There was no place to get money right away.

At times like this, I missed hundred daggers group. If you run a bandit and information guild, you can make money. There are times when information that will be money comes in easily.

After being nauseous and having an appetite again, I decided to do what is currently possible. Even if I don’t have hundred dagger group or I can’t develop a salt mine right away, there are plenty of ways to make money.

“Let’s invite invite the nearby lords.”

It was time to declare that I was the owner of this land to the nearby lords, including Weehain. I was going to show my face, get some territoriality, and get the hateful gaze from Weehain.

“Are you inviting other lords in this situation?”

Thanks to a few log cabins lying around, it looked like a ‘village’.

However, it was a very insufficient facility to be regarded as the center of a territory.

“Then what, will you build a castle, light a silver candlestick, and invite the chefs of the royal palace?”

I’m full. If I had that kind of money, I’d build a blacksmith shop. Strick didn’t seem to like the idea, so I added a few words secretly.

“We’ll make good money when the lords come.”

“ …… Do you intend to extort money from the lords?”

“What do you think of me?”

In terms of force alone, the Praunmunt territory is definitely not weak. Even if it is not a hundred soldiers, there are five Wyze users.

Lois, although he is still inexperienced, but there is also Tekil.

Oh, six, including Alice. Yeah, it’s a monstrous territory.

I was glad it was my territory. It’s okay to fight a territory battle with all your strength, but you can’t do that from the start.

“I’m not a war believer. Call the lords.”

Thanks to Streek in charge of housekeeping, it became easier to breathe. So I had a lot of thoughts.

I clenched my hand and opened it. The grip that burst on the first battlefield became an indelible scar and remained.

I didn’t feel like I was growing through training. The reason is that the skill level did not increase visibly, but also because what I was learning and acquiring in my body was murky and didn’t resonate. I didn’t feel like I was on the right path.

Even though it was natural, I was nervous.

I’ve walked on various paths, but I’ve never walked on the path of a knight.

It was a problem that I faced once in a while when I walked on a different path. And the answer to this problem was not me, but others.

You don’t have to struggle alone on purpose while leaving a fast path.

When I asked Louis, his complexion turned pale.

Tekil, what did you do to this man, he is dying.

“ …… That person is a demon. He might be in hell. …….”

If he isn’t, he might go because of one of the guys.

“Oh, sorry. Lord. Maybe he’s on the training ground.”

I left Lois behind and went looking for Tekil.

Tekil was recalling the past.

He had hit arrows with a sword before. It was difficult even for a fairly skilled knight. Now that he thinks about it, it was a lot of luck.

A knight is an expert in combat, not a superhuman. Superhuman refers to Wyze users, those who had reached a certain tier. Only when they rose to at least the fourth level, the “overhuman” stage, could they be called superhuman.

Over-human refers to a Wyze user who has the fuselage sight to catch flying arrows and the athletic ability that makes it possible.

“What level are you now?”

Even so, there is no one in Serkado who doesn’t know him. In the Eight gates, he became a knight who wanted to kill.

It was also said that the baron had given him the title of Knight.

Chris naturally pushed his subordinates under Tekil. Lois was one of them.

“I can’t use the spirit now.”

Squire, who has a lot of skills, said he doesn’t stand out even though he’s better than them.

Maybe that’s not surprising. The Deigo, Lind, and Axe under his command are well refined. That’s enough to get along with any knight level.

Lois’s training was no different than before. There was nothing to lose time.

So what about Chris?

Tekil was a man who did not set his limits. If in the past he had been grinding and polishing physical and weapons, now he was focused on training people.

Tekil asked, looking at Chris, who came to visit him.

Even if everyone spoke formally, the disciple, who is now a noble and lord, nodded.

It was a problem he expected, a wall that would naturally come. In Tekil’s view, Chris’s talent was real, but there was a lot to be lacking.

He easily felt the limits. But at times, he easily surpassed that limits.

Of course, the problem now was not a problem that could be solved by talent alone.

“From today onwards, you and I fight once a day.”

Tekil said. Chris nodded without saying a word.

Tekil also did not want to talk long. In his eyes, he could see exactly what Chris needed. He is a Wyze user and would achieve feats that he could not reach.

Although that could stay.

“You’re still a new chick.”

The number of times he was in the battlefield was only two. Of course, both of time he has achieved incredible feats.

‘But it’s still not enough.’

If he was a knight who took over his skills and even used Wyze, he had to work harder.

Tekil decided to be strict.

Chris, who was glancing at him, shook his hand and opened his mouth.

“I look forward to your kind cooperation, Tekil.”

The moment he said those words, Tekil knew that he had stood here because he wanted to, but he also knew that Chris had wanted a moment like this.

Whether it’s quick-witted or an instinctive ability of an animal’s ability.

Dealing with herbal medicine was good without having to learn from someone again.

I didn’t need anyone to teach me how to deal with herbs, to find my way, to find treasure or to command a small battlefield.

I’ve done it all.

The battlefield was also rich in experience in this life, but it was still lacking.

I needed a stronger, burly opponent than me. It was necessary to fight them. I had to meet and fight people with clever attacks that I didn’t think of.

It was said that a great knight is made from a thousand duels and a hundred battles.

No matter how much artifact gives my body excellent talent.

It took a thousand duels and a hundred battles to make it all truly mine.

Experience and hard work should knock and harden the human being.

Originally, you would have to wander around the continent looking for battles, asking for duels from famous knights.

If not, you will have to go to the Royal Palace and spend your time competing with those in the capital.

In conclusion, I didn’t have to.

In front of my eyes, there was a combat expert who was alone but could fight like dozens of people, with ten different fighting styles.

A man who is more experienced than any knight and has a variety of combat methods.

“I look forward to your kind cooperation. Tekil”

Sometimes you don’t have to say it, you just know each other. It’s the moment when we feel connected, when we have the same thoughts.

Tekil first stepped up and held me to what I felt I needed.

My heart was pounding.

It was a spring day when winter passed. The sun was warm, and I could see People moving back and forth to eat and live from far away. It was just that kind of day.

I felt like I was receiving a very special gift.

With this day as a starting point, I think I am ready to inherit everything from Tekil. To put it more bluntly, I was inheriting the “experience” from Tekil.

It was around the time when the spring breeze flowed and the heat of summer approached.

The territory was changing as much as the passing time, but there were still many shortcomings compared to the surrounding land.

“Is this the castle of Fraunmunt?”

Instead of the castle gate that couldn’t do its job, a barrier was built next to the collapsed wall and a gate was erected.

That was the gate of the outer castle of Fraunmunt. A well-dressed man approached the two guards standing in front of the shabby gate and asked.

As the two soldiers spoke, a group of people appeared behind him.

It was a group of nobles in a shiny wagon.

“Baron Bin Savnak’s coming!”

The neat man standing in front said.

It was the day when nearby lords began to gather in Chris’ territory thanks to invitations for lords ordered by Chris and Streek acted on.

Four days from that day, starting with Bin Sabnak, the surrounding lords began to gather one after another.

He called himself a knight, a legendary figure who became a nobleman from a commoner, and the battlefield hero of the four heroes who stopped two thousand troops and defended the frontier.

There, he made the troubled Fraunmunt his territory.

Who wouldn’t come running out of curiosity?

Thanks to that curiosity and vigilance, all the lords of the surrounding territories had no choice but to gather.

What greeted the lords who entered in that way were the wooden tables and chairs placed roughly in the wide corridor inside the half-broken inner fortress.

“So many people have come.”

There was also a complaint that a person who appeared to be a butler brought a lot of people. Some of the troops who came together for escort had to set up tents outside the outer castle. There was no space to stay inside.

That’s how it went for four days. Finally, the lords of the surrounding area gathered, and some of the lords who came early even glared at those who came late.

The log cabin and the straw bed were not a comfortable environment for them.

It was only at the moment when all of them gathered that Chris Fraunmunt showed his face.

From the lowest ranked knight to monarch / От рыцаря самого низкого ранга до монарха

Когда мне было 15, я потерял свою правую руку на поле битвы.

К 24 годам я научился разным уловках, без которых в жизни мне стало не обойтись
-Я всё время слышал подобные слова.

«Просто брось это дело. На моей голове появится только больше седых волос, если я буду обучать тебя содзюцу»
«Если ты хочешь чему-то научиться, то перед тобой нет преград, однако твоя продуктивность слишком хромает»
«Эй, давай срывать травы, травы. Почему пытаешься научиться лишь искусству меча?»
«Просто живи, как все».

―А когда мне было 39 лет,
Я лишился левой руки и упал с утёса.
Проглотив артефакт, о сущности которого мне ничего было неизвестно.

— Готовность к росту

— Сила и упорство

— Старания без таланта

После битвы я очнулся вновь 15-летним солдатом.

《Очки опыта выросли! 》

《Очки опыта выросли! 》

《Очки опыта выросли! 》

《Очки опыта выросли! 》

《Очки опыта выросли! 》

Из побитого жизнью наемника Криса я превратился в молодого парня-солдата Криса!

— Это история искусного юноши, добившегося успеха на поле боя.

— Это история человека без таланта, выходящего за границы обычного

— Это история простого человека, который сам становится рыцарем.

— Это история о необыкновенном монархе, защищающем свой народ.

— Это история о человеке, который вернулся ради спасения континента.

Chapter 120 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

A sound resembling a crow’s cry rang in my ear. It was Goblin’s scream.

Seeing that, Digo hit Goblin’s head with a halberd spear. Goblin, whose head burst, fell to the floor with green blood and wriggled.

Lind muttered when he saw it. It can be. It was fully understandable.

Lind’s group had struggled for months to get rid of the goblins. It wasn’t easy task, they couldn’t eat well and fought with insufficient sleep.

For him, this was the best he could do. Without the experience, dealing with monsters was a conundrum.

Half of my mercenaries in my previous life were monster extermination.

Most of the requests that came in for third-rate mercenaries were for low-grade monster extermination. The cost of the request was not very high, but it was always one of my jobs.

Especially in the last few years of my previous life…….

“So you set a fire and we deal with the ones that come out, and that’s it? Then why did we have to suffer for all this time?”

Lind’s question stopped me in my tracks. I thought his question was valid.

If I would come and solve it, it would have ended soon, why did they have to suffer for months?

“No, it’s thanks to you. You did great.

The former Lord, who ruled this land, built an altar underground and offered sacrifices. A madman obsessed in a cult built the entrance inside the territory.

Finding it was nothing for me, who was a great treasure hunter.

A hidden entrance, with a group of Goblins hiding in an underground cave.

The answer was simple. They were afraid of fire, so I grabbed all the oil I could find for my lamp, wet a cloth, found a dead tree branch, and lit the underground entrance on fire.

I roughly guessed where this cave led to and knew that I didn’t have to deal with a thousand goblins here.

“It’s coming out again.”

Those who were near the entrance pierced through the flames and came out with scorch.

This time it was Dokki’s turn. As soon as it came out, his axe fell vertically from top to bottom, and the goblin’s head was split.

It was a sharp blow that cut right through the skull. He’s definitely improved.

I heard that there is a stage during the knight’s training when they have to stay awake while fasting. Minimize sleeping and eating, and practice to fight continuously.

Usually, the knights climb the rugged mountain range for two days without sleeping, but the three of them naturally did it for months.

No matter how low-level monsters were, they would die even if they were cut by their swords. Just because it’s easy to deal with doesn’t mean the sword isn’t dangerous.

“Now that we’ve got most of it under control, let’s go.”

The four of us went inside, waiting for the strong smoke to escape from the fire.

Lind looked at me, having solved this all in one fell swoop, and still seemed to think that all their hard work was meaningless.

You did a good job. That’s true.

It was very necessary, and I don’t think it really needs any explanation. With a mind like Lind’s, it will come naturally.

“There don’t seem to be any goblins.”

Digo took the lead. Although he had to bend down and walk, but the cave was not long.

There was one rather large hollow that had probably been used as an altar in the past, and we could see a passage next to it. There were no traces of any cult.

It was a simple structure.

Well, no matter how the fortress was built along the mountain range, it did not make sense how the enormous underground facility was built.

If it had been slightly larger than this, it would have collapsed quickly. I had no particular interest in architecture, but this was common knowledge.

“I think this is a natural cave”.

Lind said, looking at the connected passage.

“I guess they all escaped here.”

Dokki grabbed his nose and looked at me as the monster’s unique smell vibrated. Ready to chase after them at my one word.

Are you really going to chase after a thousand of them, or even if we attacked together can the four of us cut them all down?

Well, it won’t be impossible if you use your brain, but do you really need to suffer like that?

Moreover, I thought it would be better if the monster remained in moderation.

The three of them looked like they didn’t understand what was good about it.

This passage is not needed right now. Digo gathered stones scattered on the floor and blocked the entrance. While I and the other two helped, the passage was quickly blocked.

“Where are we going?”

Lind replied in kind as he mumbled to himself.

“I think to Blade Mountain.”

The location where the fortress was located was just the entrance of the Blade Mountain, and behind it was a real mountain with two more ridges.

Wouldn’t it be only one place where natural caves are connected?

Lind muttered. We finished the monster sweep in one day. It was so easy that Lind called it vain.

Of course, it is easy to say, but it was impossible without an understanding of Goblins and an eye for grasping the nearby terrain.

Once the monsters were gone, I had to make this a place for people to live.

“What about those people?”

It was a sudden question, but Lind replied without hesitation.

“I’ve already asked them. But I don’t know if they’ll migrate just because there’s no monster.”

Count Ludwig’s triangle policy was excellent, but the drawbacks were great.

He did not properly protect the village outside the triangle. In particular, restoring the village on the way down after the invasion of Eight Gates this time would be as difficult as creating a new one.

There were a lot of people who had lost their homes, so I had Lind lead them to stay nearby.

Thanks to this, most of the money saved was spent. In other words, I was responsible for the refugees which Daybed and the other cities were not accepting.

“This land is not suitable for farming.”

Lind continued. People need to eat in order to live. In other words, for a territory to be viable, it had to be able to be farmed.

In that aspect, though, the Fraunmunt territory is in the worst condition.

Agriculture did not necessarily have to be the main.

People don’t trust other easily.

No matter how much you defeated a monster in the Praunmunt territory, who would come to live on this land?

Who would want to live under the threat of life?

There was only one way to come to all those threats.

It’s sincerity and truthfulness. No matter how perfect the acting is, it is a lie in the end.

And the human mind is capable of reading lies.

“I thought they might not come.”

Ten days after killing the monsters, we settled at the fortress at edge of the blade mountain and I sent Jabrien to spread the word that we had dealt with the monsters here.

Along with the stories of the people who have been fighting monsters here for several month.

They didn’t know this place became my territory. They were just looking for a place to live.

“The land is too dry.”

One of the refugees who saw Lind stepped forward and said. It was a man with thick eyebrows and angled jaws.

“That’s how the land is.”

Lind picked up on his words. This was something I had already asked for before going to the Central Shed.

These are the people abandoned by Count Ludwig. Officially, they are the Count’s subjects and those outside the Triangle.

They were the lambs who had nowhere to go after the invasion of the Eight Gates.

I also got permission from the king to migrate the count’s people if wanted to, and live here if they wanted.

I’ve mixed up those rumors in moderation. “There are people who want to take responsibility for those who were abondoned by the count.”

It was me who intended and I was the one who created this situation, but I was not the main character of today.

The refugee man bowed his head deeply toward Lind, Digo and Dokki.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”

Lind raised the man’s body with a surprised face. Before I left, I told Lind they had to kill the monster here.

What are they going to do?

Shouldn’t we save them?

Weehain Ludwig will not be responsible for them.

None of the lords around will take responsibility for them.

This is the only land they can live without problems, and I said I would get permission to migrate them from the Royal Palace.

Basically, Lind and Digo, and Dokki have been fighting for them. To them, these were people they couldn’t turn away from.

The three of them fought for months to exterminate monsters. My orders were the basis, but on the surface it was something entirely different.

It was a fight for the people that Count gave up and no one wanted to take care of.

And there were only three of them.

No one knew they were Wyze users, so for them the three risked their lives.

From the refugee’s point of view, it was a fight for themselves. There were those who had a remorse for not being able to come here right away to help in this fight.

“We will turn this place into a farmland.”

Lind looked back on me with a look of realizing why he had suffered here for two months.

He understood that dealing with the monsters wasn’t the problem, but how much effort did you put in for them, how hard you suffered.

That was the power that moved people.

I smiled and overtook Lind. There is no need to say that I am the Lord, so put that aside.

“What did you do in the previous village?”

“I built houses, hunted, and made chairs etc.”

He’s a carpenter.

I looked at the group of refugees gathered behind the man and asked.

“Is there anyone who has dug up the soil?”

An old man who understood the words stepped forward. That old man had a serious face since earlier.

“This is not a land for digging.”

That’s right. Fraunmunt’s estate has no farmland.

“Then what should we do…?”

“Is there anyone who has worked as a miner?”

Some raised their hands. It’s not that bad.

I think it’s about twenty. It was me standing in front of 500 people.

It didn’t need to attract people’s attention. The momentum that spreads when I use the Wyze along with my appearance made it happen naturally.

Upon receiving their gaze, I opened my mouth.

“Instead of digging the soil, we are going to dig mine.”

“Is there an iron mine here?”

“There’s nothing like that.”

My words made several people talking. Of course, there is no iron, silver, gold, or mana mine.

But there’s something else.

Shortly after I saw the carpenter who I talked to, bringing in a nearby tree and starting to build a large house inside the outer fortress. I took Lind, Digo, and Dokki to the Blade Mountain.

“The mountains are rough.”

“We will have to pave the way to get here.”

I heard Linde and Digo talking.

Of course, It’s not a big deal. After all I’m Chris The Path Finder. The one who finds the paths and make the paths.

And it’s not something I have to do alone.

If you took some hunters from the village and used them, you could quickly make it a way for people to walk.

There are 500 people gathered here.

There are limited things I can do alone to revive a land. The rest was up to the people who gathered here.

“Then should I call you ‘Lord’ from now on?”

It’s a pretty rough mountain path, but for us who have been trained by Tekil, this is the only trail. Perhaps it was for this reason that Lind had the leisure time to say something sarcastic.

Digo accepted that remark. Digo was the first to say he would serve me, so he might be very happy with the way things are now.

Look at his expression. He is a man who can’t lie for the rest of his life. But Lind is different.

He’s my best friend.

“Do whatever you want. Just be natural…”

“Let’s just go with Lord. I’ll try to fix my speech slowly or something.”

Lind interrupted my words, smashing the branch in front of him with his hand. Lind’s attitude was understandable, as he didn’t like my new last name very much.

“I guess it’s around here.

When I looked at the topography around the river and spoke, everyone stopped walking.

“What are you trying to dig up?””

Digo asks out of curiosity.

“I’m going to dig up gray gold.””

No one understood what I was saying. Lind pondered and looked at me.

I guess I’ve read so much books that I know a lot more than I should.

“That thing. Is it here?””

Originally, it was a land that eight gates would occupy, but history has changed. No, I changed it.

So I occupied the unused land.

We walked forward and faced a cave. It was wide enough to fit three or four people at a time.

A group of goblins nearby found us and ran towards us. And as soon as he saw them, Lind plucked the string of his bow.

Three consecutive shots, Lind also improved his skills. I feel like I’m the only one who hasn’t improved. I can’t say that life in the royal palace is easy, but it is true that I neglected my training.

The arrows were stuck in the three heads and Digo swung the Halberd horizontally at the other ones rushing in.

Five of them exploded in one blow.

It’s not a fight, it’s a slaughter. Wouldn’t this be enough to win even if it’s against a thousand?

I don’t know. You can’t be sure about battles and fights until you’ve done them.

No matter how hard you try to calculate, there are always variables in the calculation.

It was after dealing with Goblin. When I entered the cave casually, the party followed me.

In the middle, traces of human touch remained. It is a vein that was dug once and abondoned because there was nothing.

I hadn’t gotten very far when I lit the torch I had prepared.

I stopped walking.

Lind let out a light exclamation and waved the torch in all directions. White thing on the walls and ceiling reflecting the fire could be seen.

Digo and Dokki still looked like they were wondering what was going on.

“This is a treasure trove.”

The first miner who sold this place is an idiot. He was a blind man.

I broke a part of the wall by punching it. And said, holding crumbled gray debris in my hand.

“This is gray gold”.

Digo picked up a piece. When Lind asked him to taste it, he put his mouth on it and spoke.

It must be salty. This is a gold mine. It’s just that what we have here is not golden gold. The real treasure of Fraunmunt was salt, and this was a rock salt mine.

Chapter 126 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

Lind was quick to catch on. I only called his name, but there was only one thing he had to say in the situation. What is the best option we have to take now.

“Reconciliation is the best option. Just get the eldest son’s body cleaned up, then emphasize that it was a duel, and ostensibly restore relations.”

Of course, that’s probably not what I want to do.

“Then there will be a territorial war. We must meet the count’s army in a castle with no outer walls.”

“I don’t like that either.”

Really? Is that the best? Lind-Sonnet, that’s not the answer I was hoping for.

I forced him to think. Lind looked at me, frowned lightly, and said.

“There’s another way.”

Of course there is and that’s what I wanted.

Fraunmunt, what makes my territory strong?

Because of me, the Wyze Knight. A Wyze Knight is a monster that can take on a hundred soldiers.

Count Vantes does not know. That I am not the only Wyze Knight here.

I think my territory has a higher fighting strength than any adjacent territory. Looking at it objectively and dispassionately, there is nothing wrong with that statement.

Our power was a force that the surrounding estates could not deal with if we were faced with a small number of elites.

“Sixty years ago, a general of Sercado nearly captured the first fortress of the eight gates.”

said Lind. I remember reading the same book. What he said still remains in my mind.

“Just take the fastest road, immediately, and at the fastest pace.”

Blitzkrieg, he was the first to use this concept on the battlefield.

It was a method that had to break through the defense of the enemy, and not to look back until the desired goal was reached.

If you were wounded and delayed, you were discarded and gone.

It was one of the tactics that could not be easily used because it caused inevitable losses.

It was not something that should have been done with ordinary mental strength, because you would just be diving into enemy territory without supplies.

On the other hand, it was also something that could be done if you were beyond that “ordinary” level.

It was a strategy that was possible if you were equipped with the elite of the elite.

So I liked what Lind said. There was no ordinary person being here.

The number of people going is me, Lind, Digo, Dokki, and Alice.

Five was enough.

Plus the unexpected person. Somehow came behind, smiling and striking up a conversation.

There was no tactics, no secrets. It’s a safe operation for anyone to hear, so we weren’t surprised to see him.

No, I was noticing that he was coming in right away.

No one here was so dull. The red-haired knight Hulken smiled and waited for an answer.

“If Count Ludwig finds out, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“I can just cover my face.”

Looking at Hulken’s face, I thought that this time it was a sincere expression without hiding anything.

You’re joining because it looks really fun.

“We should leave before the sun comes up.”

I spoke and grabbed blueish.

“There is nothing to prepare, let’s go now.”

Digo spoke. I thought I was the only one in rush, but there were others like that.

Dokki snorted as he hit two of his axes. So we started walking before sunrise.

The destination was the County of Vantes.

Hulken held a sword from an early age. The day he held the sword, he cut two wild dogs, and his father saw them and took him.

That’s how training and discipline took up most of his time in his life.

As a result, Hulken naturally developed a vision.

He has seen many knights, especially the special ones.

Junior knight, intermediate knight, senior knight.

Knights with nicknames.

Soldiers, Wyze Knights, Assassins, Mercenaries, Monks, and even castle knights who are not knights.

A genius is always a shining light. Although Hulken himself had heard that he was blessed with a lot of talent.

They were more special than anyone seen so far. Chris was draped in a white cloak and had a fast pace.

He was so fast that it was hard to be sure that he could be caught if he became an enemy and pursued him. The process of finding a path, walking and running was as natural and smooth as if he made it himself.

‘Isn’t his talent not a sword, but this side?’

I even had such a question. That wasn’t the end.

I saw the faces of the people who were chasing Chris. There was a guy running right behind him who looked like he could arm-wrestle an ogre and win.

“Monster Digo” was a very famous name for the soldiers who had previously stood on the battlefield together.

Thanks to my wide shoulders and high height, I felt like a wall was built right next to me. The thigh circumference was around the waist of a decent woman.

Looking at that body, the name Monster Digo seemed natural.

Behind him, I saw a man running with two axes hanging from his waist.

He ran while kicking the ground, but it wasn’t usually sleek. Some of the southern peoples said they were born with a body specialized in combat, and that’s exactly what came to mind.

‘I would believe you even if you said he was a beast.’

He gently stepped on the ground and pushed it, kicking the ground with his ankle. It was the opposite of Digo’s running.

Lindsonate, holding a bow barrel, was also seen. He was the most balanced warrior.

He was called Hawkeye because his great eyesight.

Last one was Alice. When I saw her use a sword, I knew she wasn’t just anyone, but she didn’t lose a breath when she followed them.

Her steps were light and she moved with a unique rhythm.

I think I’ve heard the name for that kind of movement somewhere, but I can’t remember exactly.

“Eat while running.”

Chris, who led them, was harsh. There was no break or rest.

We literally ran and chewed mostly dried meat, and when we saw the riverside, we filled our water bottles at random.

That was all. After running for a full day like that, they were able to step on the County of Vantes at a faster speed than any normal messenger.

“Aren’t you going to rest?”

When Hulken asked, Chris looked closely and answered.

“You don’t need to rest at this level, do you?”

‘You’ve changed a lot.’

The old Chris was already a blur. With a single word of action, I could see the momentum that naturally enveloped the people around him.

I used to think that he was hiding himself because he couldn’t do this right after becoming a baron.

I thought he would lost his momentum and hid his ambition

He was going to be big.

Hulken smiled and nodded. He didn’t intend to step up and fight, so resting didn’t have anything to do with him. The reason he came here was not because of the battle, but to see their strength.

I wanted to see what kind of war potential they would have if they became the enemy.

I revealed my intention to join and if he refused, I was going to chase after him, but Chris did not reject.

Hulken, who brushed off all his thoughts at Chris’ voice, stuck behind the running party.

After breaking through the County, the group went straight to the castle. They didn’t abandon the advantages of blitzes’ quick start and surprise attach. Chris didn’t hesitate even though it was broad daylight when the sun rose.

The soldier guarding the outer castle gate shouted in surprise.

As Chris opened his mouth, Lindsonate ran out and slapped the soldier’s neck with his hand.

It was a lightning strike that could not be seen properly by ordinary soldiers.

The soldier was knocked down to the floor in a clean blow that was delivered with strength as he stepped forward.

The soldiers next to them were startled, and those passing through the outer fortress were startled and scattered.

Inside the outer fortress, someone who looked like a captain guarding the wall shouted.

It was quite a distance to reach the outer castle gate. Hulken expected Chris to speed up. However, he showed a different move than Hulken had expected.

Chris raised a finger as he saw the large outer castle door shut.

At that one word, Digo, who was behind him, ran out. Its large body ran as if a mountain was moving and slammed the soldier blocking him with him fist.

The body of the soldier who was hit rose as high as his height in the air and rolled on the floor. One unlucky soldier fell wrong and died of a broken neck.

It was an overwhelming power difference.

The gates were closing due to the quick judgment of the one who seemed to be the leader. If those gates are closed, we may have to fight a siege with only six men.

‘Why aren’t you running?’

Hulken glanced at Chris.

He ran all the way here and took it easy. It was only the two of them, Lind and Digo, who came forward.

The gates closed quickly. The soldier in front desperately threw out his spear to buy time.

The entrance was already so narrow that only one person could barely fit in.

Then, Lind and Digo, who cleaned up the soldiers, arrived at the door.

At this the moment when Digo’s hands touched the gate, he spoke to Lind. The spear aimed at Digo were all blocked by Lind’s sword standing in front of him.

Chachaeng! Lind’s sword, which bounced off five spears, stabbed one of the opposing soldiers’ necks.

With a loud sound, another one died.

And Digo and the gate began to compete for power.

The sound of the pulleys bouncing and the scraping of the chains was heard in the struggle between those who tried to close and Digo who tried to keep it open.

“… … Are you going to stop that by force?”

I wasn’t confident whether I as a fourth level Wyze user will be able to do that.

In the first place, I would climb over the castle and not break through it head-on, though.

Behind him Chris walked. As he reached the gate.

said Digo, whose blood vessels protured from his forehead. Chris walked leisurely in between.

The soldiers guarding the gates watched the scene with their mouths wide open.

Is it the captain or the centurion?

Thanks to him coming to his senses and shouting, I saw the man with the bow running over from one side.

Seeing this, Chris shouted. A squire called Alice slammed into the ground.

As soon as she kicked the ground, her body was like a sharp hawk, and she closed the distance between them. One of the archers hastily released an arrow, but it was much too late.

The moment the thin blade drew two arcs on the ground, the two soldiers who blocked her fell to the floor.

I can’t even stand properly. Alice broke through the archers with a unique rhythm. Her black movements did not stop.

She cut the soldiers’ sinews and the muscles of their arms like a river that flowed incessantly.

The soldiers standing in front of her collapsed in a heap. It was as crisp as cutting a field of wheat with a sickle.

After paying close attention to it, Hulken finally recalled the name of her unique movement.

It was a sword art created by a swordsman a long time ago, and it was said to represent a constantly flowing river.

It actually seemed to be true.

‘Where did she learn it?’

The basic skills were also good, and the swordsmanship she learned was not at a level to be underestimated.

Hulken thought that even if he brought a few knights from the Ludwig County, there would be few who could compete with that woman right now.

The soldiers were startled and scattered.

There was a monster that threw people into the air with a single punch, and a swordsman who futilely defeated five opposing spearmen with a single strike.

Alice knocked down dozens of archers alone, and as soon as Dokki entered the castle, he struck down the chain that closed the castle gate with the ax and broke it.

Sound of hitting the chains several times rang out loudly, Clang! Clang! Clang!

“It’s an attack! Enemy!”

Despite screams and promiscuous shouts, Chris did not lose his direction.

Chris and his party moved to the inner city where Count Vantes is located.

“Count! It’s an attack!”

Count Vantes looked at the messenger who had spoken and asked,

“How many people have come?”

“What do you know, then?”

“They are Monsters! They opened the castle gates with bare hands.”

Sometimes rumors were bound to be exaggerated. The news of the messenger was shattered by the shock of the raid, but one thing was clear.

The fact is that someone has attacked.

“Call the Knights!”

When you become a Count, you are expected to have knights with you.

Thirteen to fifteen in total.

The Knights of Vantes gathered. The captain entered the Count’s office wearing a helmet.

He was breathing hard, because he had come in a hurry.

After seeing the knights, Count Vantes was relieved quite a bit. There are thirteen knights.

Among them, there are three intermediate knights. It was by no means a weak force. It wasn’t for nothing that the Royalists were holding Count Vantes in their arms.

Upon hearing the news, the captain gathered his breath, beckoned, and changed the positions of the knights.

The two knights drew their swords and waited in front of the office, and the three stood by the count.

“Let’s deploy the archers. Count.”

said the captain.

The Count was about to send the messenger back.

There was a series of screams from outside. Then, the office door was kicked open as if someone had smashed it, and one of the doors broke in half and bounced aside.

“Are you Count Vantes?”

And a man with dark blue hair walked in in front of him. No matter how you looked at it, he looked to be in his early twenties, no older than that and his face was so beautiful that any noblewoman may fall for it.

He was armed with a single piece of leather armor, which was not of the best quality, let alone a helmet, and a spear that glowed a faint shade of blue, and that was all he was armed with.

Count Vantes said, hiding his nervousness.

“I am Chris Fraunmunt.”

The Count blinked his eyes. Fraunmunt?

How can that person be here? Filled with such questions, Count Bantes asked.

“Why are you here?”

Chris ignored the knights of Vantes who getting ready and told the count.

“Your son is dead.”

The Count, who had lost his mind for a moment, immediately came to his senses and continued talking.

“Who dared to kill my son?”

Chris replied to Count Vantes.

At that one sentence, the air became cold.

From the moment I killed Yod Vantes, Count Vantes and I became irreconcilable enemies.

At my words, a deadly presence began to target me. I saw 13 Knights and the Count with bloodshot eyes.

“You mean you killed my son?”

“Did you come here to die?”

shouted the Count. I looked at him and quietly opened my mouth.

“If any of you want to live, break your sword and leave this place.”

My voice rang out, carrying the heat in the chilly air.

“If you want to die, you can defend him.”

The situation was summed up in just two sentences.

“Kill him! Bring me the head of that bastard!”

Count Vantes exclaimed. Thirteen knights rushed in. I glanced to the side and Hulken backed away.

He hadn’t even planned to intervene in the first place. It didn’t matter.

He didn’t lift a hand. He crossed his arms and did not move in place.

A knight approached me and lifted his sword above his head. It wasn’t a bad posture and swordsmanship.

But twice as fast as he jumped in front of me, the knight of Vantes flew to the side.

Before I knew it, Digo was standing in front of me, holding a halberd. The knight was thrown by his side slash.

Knight’s body was folded in half and he bled in his mouth, it was expected.

Seeing this, Dokki exclaimed.

He moved his hands and jumped between the knights, and the knights hurriedly drew their swords to block him.

It only took a moment for the blades of the two axes to half dug into their necks.

The time it took for the Knights of Vantes to fall to the floor was enough time for a cup of tea.

He couldn’t speak to me.

“If you want revenge, come anytime.”

With those words, I ended this fight. It was a war of territories, but it was a one-sided invasion that could not be called a war of territories.

On that day, ten of the Count’s Knights and more than fifty soldiers were killed.

And since that day, no one has tried to put me under their control. Only the number of people approaching in different ways has increased.

Mistakes are expected so if something doesn’t make sense then just try to understand the situation and make something up by yourself.

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Chapter 125 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

“A hundred soldiers, they even brought weapons with them. You didn’t think the Count would sit idly by and watch that, did you?”

I wondered why Hulken came. Did he came as a debt collector?

Hulken, the man who was alone with me, spoke comfortably. My baron’s status doesn’t seem to matter to this guy.

Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, since he’s the guy who cut the count’s throat.

“No, I didn’t ask you to bring it. Why are you arguing with me?”

So I spoke informally, too.

I’m not the same person I used to be anymore. Now I can fight Hulken head to head.

“You’ve grown a lot, Chris.”

Said Hulken with a smile. Why is that smile so creepy?

“Should be about the same height now. Maybe.”

I grew a lot because I’m still growing.

“So the weapons that came with 100 soldiers are the problem?”

No, It’s not like that.

Weehain, he’s petty, but Hulken, acted because of that?

He still smiled and said.

To be honest, I was a little nervous, but there was no reason to be.

“I’ll give you soldiers and weapons as gifts.”

It looks like you’re doing well under Weehain. But regardless of the future I am going to bring Hulken to my side.

He doesn’t seem to be a vessel I can do well with yet. He was still huge, insidious and unpredictable.

“Have you improved your skills compared to before?”

“Well, a little bit.”

“You must have grease on your belly from the royal palace.”

It seems like he’s trying to pick a fight with me.

Without fail, this man is also a knight. A knight full of fighting spirit.

He stimulated me with his sneaky killing intent. A thrilling sensation went through my whole body.

An invisible sword cut my left thigh. That’s strange.

He wore the sword on his left side and slashed while pulling it out. Actually, my right thigh should have been cut, but my left thigh was cut instead.

I was wondering what kind of method it was. I held Blueish(spear) and showed willingness to attack.

I pictured a series of actions of twisting my body with the spear, changing my posture and gaining momentum just like that movement. My killing energy and Hulken’s began to blend in.

And just before the encounter.

I heard a voice urgently looking for me.

A soldier who opened the door and came in gulped with an exhale. I relaxed my energy and glanced at Hulken.

When the tension between the two of us disappeared, the soldier exhaled and gasped

“I think you should go right now!”

The soldier’s voice was urgent. As soon as I heard him, I thought of what could happen today.

It wasn’t late at night, but it was when the sun went down. Tomorrow, the nobles who have visited will return, and the Viscount Dutch must be waiting for me.

What’s so serious about that? Anyone who has an idea would say it quitely and leave.

Alice’s current job is to be in charge of security.

“Tell me as you go.”

Finding me when something happened and even though Alice was there means that she couldn’t solve it alone. I asked the soldier who called me.

“Over by the central road.”

Although it was frustrating to try to make the soldier run ahead, I couldn’t just run there blindly.

What is reassuring is that there is only one person in the territory right now who can harm Alice, and that person was with me a while ago.

In other words, no one in the territory can take action against her by force right now.

She is a Squire and her Master is Chris Fraunmunt. At the end of the appointment ceremony, no one told her what she was supposed to do.

There was nothing changed after becoming a Squire. I thought to myself.

‘I hope she didn’t kill someone.’

Although completely unaware of the nobleman’s problems, the moment you kill someone the situation becomes complicated.

What’s more, the moment you hold the sword, you realize that the other person is beneath you. That was the kind of thing that could be naturally comprehended without anyone telling.

“Who are you bitch!”

Unless he’s the only one here in the world, seeing what he’s talking about, he’s quite a clogged up guy.

It made her feel bad, but Alice didn’t dare let it bother her. There were other things that were important, so she concentrated on those.

His elbow was cut and he was bleeding. The man did not scream.

Someone saw it and said.

A person doesn’t necessarily die if his arm is cut off. They may die if they are cut and bleed, but they usually live through quick treatment.

But that doesn’t mean that they live unconditionally. Sometimes they die of pain and shock. I think he could have lived if I had come a little earlier.

The man who died was out of luck.

Alice looked at the other party.

If it was her usual self, she would have drawn her sword and killed the other party. I wanted to do that too.

She didn’t feel the least bit guilty about killing. The training she had received had not been so lenient.

However, now she has another title added to her name, Squire.

‘If I kill him, Chris will be in trouble.’

Although she didn’t get comfortable in speaking the title Lord yet. But she knew it would be troublesome.

‘Should I kill him?’

She was troubled.

A pig snorted out in front of the escort knight.

While in charge of security, she and her subordinate soldiers confirmed the people who came and went. Thanks to that, She knew the face and name.

“Pretty, what is your name? Are you from a noble family?”

When Alice was working at the inn, she heard harsher slanderous rumors piercing her ears.

It sounded like a compliment. However, because she didn’t like the other person, her brow was frowned upon.

“A frown is worth seeing. Aren’t you going to spend the night with me?”

A fool who doesn’t know how scary the world is.

Still talking nonsense in front of a dead person.

‘Is it because he’s a noble?’

Or is that bastard just trash?

At that moment, a soldier named Ralph called her from behind. Did he mention that Chris and he met in the 7th Infantry?

A man with a shaggy beard and a limp leg.

She was aware of the situation. Can’t kill someone who’s being slick in front.

In such a situation, someone jumps inside with a shrieking scream, and sits down in front of the dead body, crying.

“Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!”

It was a heartbreaking cry. Was it a lover or a family member?

“I’m going to die of noise. What a fuss over the death of a commoner. Can’t you turn it off?”

Yod Vantes exclaimed. After thinking about it, Alice drew her sword.

At the sharp sword, the escort knight came forward. Even if he’s rotten he still had eyes.

He grabbed Yod’s arm and pulled him behind him. Seeing this, Alice remembered her father’s teachings.

“When it is difficult to judge, do what you normally believe.”

Tekil said that the most important thing in battle is judgment. The first thing to do is to look at the opponent’s weapon and decide how to act.

Action comes after that. If your head is hard, you die early; if you’re short-sighted, you die early.

Training is an act that speeds up the judgment and gives you the ability to escape even if you make a wrong judgment.

Although this sentence is about fighting and dueling, this matter seems to be generalizable.

“I’m a little sorry.”

Alice swung her sword around.

She did not learn from her father in the past. She learned a completely different skill from what Chris had learned.

She couldn’t handle a vise properly yet, so she kept that out of it, and only showed some of the sword techniques her father had taught her.

Her sword was thinner and longer than a normal sword. Still, it was sturdy and did not bend easily.

The moment she drew her sword, she took a step forward with her right foot. As soon as I pulled it out, it was a sword blow that stabbed forward.

The blood on the opponent’s sword hadn’t dried up yet. He tried to block by avoiding the sword.

Alice’s sparring opponent was Tekil. This time it was the first real battle. She couldn’t properly gauge the skill of her opponent.

Just by pulling out and zapping, the opponent’s neck was pierced with a hole.

Biting the blood bubble, the opponent collapsed, and Alice reflexively pulled out the sword.

The servant who saw it was terrified and made an impression as Yod Vantes was there.

He shouted with full of anger. At the same time a familiar voice was heard.

“Well done, Squire Alice.”

It was a voice that would normally have given a joke, but with the heavy weight, it seemed like a completely different person.

“…… You’re here? Master.”

It was a crowded place, so she followed the rules. He also called her Squire.

He stepped forward, saw Yod Vantes, and opened his mouth.

“Do you have anything to say?”

The moment she saw Chris’s face, Alice could tell that he was genuinely angry, which was rare.

I’ve killed a lot of people and I’ve seen a lot of my colleagues die right next to me.

There were also colleagues who were sacrificed during the operation.

Because of that I wanted to die, I got drunk after finishing the commission and spent a month like a wreck.

I’ve seen so many deaths.

“Well done. Squire Alice.”

But what is this feeling?

“Someone who should not have died is dead.”

I muttered a little and turned around, and Yod Vantes stared at me with trembling eyes.

“Do you have anything to say?”

When I asked, he groaned.

“What to say? Are you saying that now? My escort knight was killed by an unexpected surprise!”

“You like unexpected surprises, don’t you?”

“Lindsonate of Baron Fraunmunt.”

When he arrived, Lind approached from behind and stood by.

“It was a fair duel, but the opponent was too weak. It was over as soon as the sword was drawn.”

Yod’s cheeks trembled at his words.

“I will hold you accountable for this!”

Accountable. You have to ask. Of course, you’ll bite.

“Why did you kill him?”

As the tone changed, Yod looked at me and blinked.

Behind the crowd were Baron Sabanak and Viscount Dutch. Did you come to see something interesting?

“He hit my servant! Even then, he didn’t apologize, so I just punished him!”

I calmed down my emotions. I had to show my strength at least once anyway.

Otherwise, they would have tried to bite me off like a pack of wild wolves.

Such was the case with nobles. There are only a few people who become lions.

“If your escort knight died in a fair duel, then I haven’t got the life of my people.”

No one understood what I was saying. No, there’s one.

Lind heard it and nodded.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Yod shook his mouth without noticing.

“Since you killed one person, you have to sacrifice one’s head.”

He seems to have figured it out then.

The pig with the blackened-face opened his mouth. No, my words made the servant’s face more blue. Don’t worry, I don’t mean to kill you.

Alice looked at it carefully and said.

“He said he directed him to kill Johnny.”

“The eldest son of Count Vantes, Yod Vantes.”

I then immediately pulled an old cloth out of my pocket. This is the cloth used to grease the spear blades.

There needs to be handkerchiefs, gloves, and something else. I should wear gloves next time.

I threw the cloth towards his cheek. A heavy oil-soaked cloth hit the boy’s cheek and dripped onto the floor.

“I challenge for a duel. This duel is for one man who has died unjustly, there will be no rejection.”

When he arrived, Hulken came and nodded.

“What! I have lost my knight! Give me a chance to fight with a knight of of from territory on later days….”

“Don’t say nonsense. You punk.”

A person died on the land I promised to protect and keep them safe.

“If you want to live, show your courage.”

Maybe it’ll move my heart.

“Ugh, What are you talking about? Hey, please, I’ve never held a sword in my life.”

The tone changed and the pig ejaculated.

“Oh, should I tell you how to hold it?”

As I looked back, I saw a woman full of spite in her eyes, hugging Johnny.

“He’s asking for forgiveness. Do you want to forgive him?”

She looked at me and asked. Two letters of resignation appeared on her face.

“If you don’t like it, don’t do it.”

“Then I don’t like it.”

Tears streamed down her hard face, neither smiling nor crying.

I turned my head again and opened my mouth.

“No, what! Only one commoner died, and he was paid for his life!”

Nobles often say that the cost of life for commoners and nobles is different. There are some things I agree with.

“The cost of my life and the lives of others are different.”

However, if I touched someone, I would have to pay a reasonable price. It doesn’t matter if you’re a noble or something.

“Baron Sabanak! Help!”

In a hurry, the guy looked back and shouted. Baron Sabanak’s knight saw it and tried to step forward.

I know that he has come here and has given me a lot of provocative aura.

Couldn’t stand the excitement. But not now.

“If you want to fight, it’s better to do it next time. If you step in now, I will kill whoever it is.”

At my words, the knight sighed and swallowed a moan, then whispered into Baron Sabanak’s ear.

The words were faintly heard because my senses were sharpened by using the Wyze.

“It doesn’t seem like today is a day.”

Yes, good thinking.

He’s so witty. Viscount Breon Dutch turned away from Yod Vantes.

These are not fools. They must have understood everything that was going on.

The pig looked at me again.

“Look! Baron! Baron Fraunmunt.”

“Are you going to take the sword while lying down? It’s not bad either.”

“We’ll have Sir Hulken as a witness for a fair duel.”

“It’s a bad hobby.”

While saying that, he stepped up. I reached out to the security guard and got a sword. It was a dull sword.

“The duel begins.”

Hulken spoke while picking his ears. I stabbed the pig to death at once.

The terminal bell rang faintly. A chilling silence settled all around.

Everyone thinks that I killed him because of my angry temper.

“You really killed him?”

Baron Sabanak murmured. Then did you really think I would let him go?

Count Vantes’ aim was clearly visible. The desire to send the firstborn son to stand on top of me.

A greed to gulp all the Wyze knights and fame in one bite.

I had seen enough of the physiology of the aristocracy to know that the world was coming to a head. Not only would Count Vantes want me, but everyone around me would want me.

It’s something that could not be believed if not shown. Since there is a show of force, no one can forget.

Lind, Digo, and an Dokki came to my call. Alice has already taken her place.

The damn Count Vantes will regret for the rest of his life having done this.

I was about to make that happen.

Mistakes are expected so if something doesn’t make sense then just try to understand the situation and make something up by yourself.

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Chapter 134 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

When the battle was over and the cheers subsided, Yenrid took a deep breath and turned his head.

And I was watching it intently. I didn’t know if Yenrid had good eyesight, or maybe it was because he noticed the helmet that I deliberately wore to hide my dark blue hair.

He recognized me at a glance and started walking towards me.

“Great, harder than my chieftain.”

Said the southerner right next to me.

“Stronger than my chieftain.”

What he meant wasn’t hard, but strong, but to me it just sounded solid. It was because I didn’t learn the southern language properly.

Yenrid walked without hesitation, and the southern warriors who saw him paved the way. No one stopped him.

Blood dripped from the two axes, and blood flowed from his body. It was not all the blood of the enemy.

“You were great too. Which tribe are you?”

An ignorant man came up to me and asked.

I was about to open my mouth, but stopped. I saw three warriors standing in front of Yenrid. The moment they blocked Yenrid’s way, a sense of tension filled the air. But unlike my fears, there was no fight.

“Varon of ‘Fangless Wolf’.”

“Borte from ‘Poisonless Toad’.”

“Kang from ‘Toothless Alligator’.”

With a strong southerner at the forefront, a line of people introduced themselves one after another. The three looked at Yenrid, put their weapons under their feet, and bowed their heads.

No matter how good the southerners were, they could not be said to have good manners. They did not bow their heads easily even to their own chieftain.

It was a very special occasion when they bowed their heads.

“I have a request.”

A warrior named Kang said with his head bowed.

When they have to protect something more precious than their life. Unless it’s that moment, you won’t be able to easily see a southerner bow his head.

I had the privilege of seeing a very unusual sight. The strange thing is that they are bowing their heads and no one expresses surprise or restrains them.

For this moment, it must mean that they are all of one mind.

From where I was standing, I could see the backs of the three warriors and Yenrid’s eyes.

Yenrid’s gaze did not depart from me.

I have a somewhat ominous feeling.

“What tribe are you? Your hair color is very tasty.”

Damn southern language.

I need to learn something. I mean, it always sounds weird.

He pushed the chest of the southern man who was bothering him next to him and said.

I was about to move my feet right away and run away.

“Hey, do you want to play a round?”

You’ve just saved the day and now you want to fight again.

More than half of them are dead from 1200. That would not have been even 300 if I had not crossed the front line.

Anyway, I missed the timing to pull myself out because he caught me.

“Let’s fight together.”

I could hear a warrior named Kang continuing his words in a crude tone.

“There’s your tribe, too.”

It must be a very important moment for Yenrid. Still, his gaze did not depart from me.

Yenrid pushed the three of them out and walked out of the gap.

One fickle Southerner kid mumbled while Yenrid approached and stood in front of me.

All the southerners watched me and Yenrid. Three warriors representing them bowed their heads, a warrior who knocked down the warriors before the battle, and a hero who fought together and covered with blood at the forefront opened his mouth.

Yenrid called my full name and lowered the ax while standing in front of me.

To be honest, I didn’t know exactly what the chieftain and ‘putting roots’ meant for southerners.

“I followed the chief’s orders.”

What was most important to Yenrid now was not his original roots, his revenge, or his tribe.

I knew it the moment I saw his eyes.

Oh, what is root?

What is a chief?

If knights have a master, they have a chieftain.

It wasn’t the kind of relationship that was thin and shallow, and betrayed out of necessity. It was just the one who gave his life, more than that.

I couldn’t express myself clearly in the continental language, but I knew it the moment I looked into Yenrid’s eyes. His battles will be all for me now.

Lind and Digo, Yenrid, Alice, and Louis.

I thought all five would be my knights. Ironically, the most heterogeneous of them, the southern warrior, was the first to show an attitude as a knight.

Something beyond verbal oaths and allegiance, that pierced my heart.

I had to answer him.

“My ax is always by your side.”

I heard a rough word. At this moment, the surrounding southern warriors didn’t matter.

Neither Yenrid nor I cared about that. Instead, I looked into the eyes of Yenrid who said that.

There was a flame hidden within the rugged and steadfast warrior Yenrid.

To him, as much as I am important, the tribe and past must be important.

I could see a burning fire in the eyes looking at me. I couldn’t ignore it.

I wouldn’t have turned away even if I wasn’t his master.

“He is not a Southerner.”

“Are you crazy, Yenrid?”

The three warriors approached and said, Yenrid looked at me.

If I don’t allow it, the southerner’s bowed request is also an expression of no importance.

You foolish bastard.

I thought so sometimes. I wondered if Digo and Yenrid could be good friends, as Lind and I are.

And now I realized Yanreid is not my friend, but he wants to thoroughly defend his position.

He did not use honorifics or respectful language, but what he showed by his actions was one thing.

“What you want is what I want.”

So, I also couldn’t ignore Yenrid’s wishes. How can I turn away from someone who vows to fight for me thoroughly?

At least, that was not to be the case for someone in such a position that I desired and that I dreamed of.

An angry warrior approached, shouting. Yenreed asked me with his eyes if I wanted to strike him down, and I reached out my hand.

A single fist swinging outward struck the guy in the head, and he fell. I knelt down with a thump and said, ignoring the stunned warrior.

I opened my mouth. Yenrid stood quietly next to me.

Actually, I didn’t mean to do this.

After leaving it to Yenrid, I was thinking of approaching him slowly.

It’s a little quick and early, but it can’t be helped. Yenrid moved it to come this way.

“You can come at me.”

If you want to test your skills, do it. Seeing this, Kang asked Yenrid.

No other explanation was necessary. To the Southerners, a chieftain was a master and a warrior superior to himself.

“I can’t even have three.”

That’s what the proud Southerner said, even the warrior who beat him down.

It was natural that he couldn’t dare to come at me. Feeling the chilly air, I suppressed my fast beating heart and calmed down my excitement.

I had no intention of maintaining a rigid atmosphere.

“Let’s eat, drink, and rest.”

I say this in a chilled atmosphere.

A warrior named Kang snorted. I had no intention of showing my superiority to them.

“Let’s eat, drink, and rest. Honor the souls of the warriors.”

For them, a funeral is to reflect on their past and talk about their heroic deeds.

So as soon as I said that, I felt the atmosphere loosen up.

said Kang. Varon and Borte looked at him. From my point of view, that guy named Kang was the smart guy in them.

They have work to do until they bow their heads. I didn’t force them to be loyal, I just told them to eat, drink and rest.

I asked the Viscount Dutch, who was frozen, and he gladly accepted it.

“Did you think I was going to take over your lands? Do I look like a bandit to you?”

When I asked Jabrien, who was approaching me without knowing, she frowned and said:

“If the three of us changed the terms of the deal without a single military force and entered the living room of his mansion with the military, it would be natural to feel uneasy.”

…… Jabrien, when did you become so smart? No, she was always smart and clever. She has an eye for knowing what’s going on and grasp the situation.

Soon several dishes were placed at Viscount Dutch’s encampment.

At my secret order, Yenrid spoke to the Southern warriors. It means not to touch the central continent.

“Don’t take anything.”

There was some grumbling, but the crazy southerners obeyed him well.

So the banquet took place. They ate, drank, danced and sang.

“That day, Lambda farted with a knife in the mouth!”

I am sure they are talking about heroic moves, but that is what it sounds like to my ears.

Over half of the 1200 died. Some slightly wounded, but none seriously.

They fought until they died. Because that is what battles are for Southerners.

Where the tension from a few days ago had gone, they were busy pouring bottles into their throats.

It was the same with me.

“Hey, if you are the chieftain of Yenrid, are you the chieftain of the wingless hawk?”

“No, the chieftain of the wingless hawk is dead. He is not.”

I managed to combine a few words to interpret the words of a southerner drinking in front of me and said.

“I was not born in the South. There is no shortage.”

“Then why are you chief?”

“You know how to explain? Have a drink.”

The two Southerners chuckled at my words. Even if they were right, they were breathing well and drank right away.

Everyone looked like this. There was no one with a serious look. This is the way they honor the dead warriors, so I couldn’t get in the way.

Yenrid is also busy drinking alcohol to see where the seriousness of the past has gone. Drinking heats up his body, so he gets up to get some wind for a while, and then the Viscount Dutch approaches and asks.

“What are you going to do with them?”

I looked into his eyes. I could feel the fluttering eyes and the subtle tension.

Is that really what you want to ask? viscount?

I was drunk, and I didn’t want to show off my political flair on a moonlit night, a night of remembrance of a dead warrior.

I just said one line.

“I like talented people.”

If you want to get in line, I won’t stop you, that’s what I meant.

When I got back to the drinking party, Kang came over to me. It’s something that Yenrid pushed me to do.

I told him to do it on his own, but he eventually tripped over me. What’s the point of saying that you’re the chief there?

Thanks to this, there was a strange light in the eyes of these southern children looking at me.

I could see a sense of respect as well as approval.

What, a warrior that even three of you couldn’t defeat? I guess it’s true, coming from a guy who can’t even flatter himself.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Yes. I will listen.”

“…… What do you think I’m going to say?”

The moonlight was beautiful, and the warriors who mourned the dead were wonderful. Besides, it’s the day my knight paid me respect.

I don’t want to talk long.

And it’s funny to think that I don’t know about obvious things.

“You will not bow your heads. Tell me the location of the surviving tribesmen and I’ll get you a place to live away from these preying elephants.”

“Are you a fortune teller?”

“I am not a fortune teller, but the master of Yenrid. Bastard.”

Kang laughed at the harsh words and handed me a glass of wine. I drank quite a bit, but quitting alcohol is out of my control.

They exchanged and inhaled again.

I admit. I was a little drunk that night. Kang did not say much afterwards.

We ate, drank, rested, and woke up. In the morning, I left Viscount Dutch behind and left leisurely.

We walked for two days straight. I joined them, but the southerners thought I was no big deal.

I didn’t want to climb up, so they didn’t care about me. Yanrid was still treated as a hero by them.

That was how we arrived at the place. There were at least two thousand Southerners gathered in a wide open space.

“We are hiding from the elephant tribe here, but soon they will discover it.”

I groaned. Are you going to get caught soon? Did you think you wouldn’t have noticed that we were all together like this?

“Get ready for the battle.”

I spoke to Yenrid and turned my head back. I may not have as good eyesight as Lind, but there is a way to feel it without looking at it using a vise.

I rolled up my hands and put them to my ears.

A small sound was heard. It will arrive in a little while.

The enemy was already just around the corner.

The chief of the elephant tribe who slaughtered the culled southerners and the warriors who saw it revolted.

This time it’s just a little different. Originally, only some of the warriors should have survived or escaped, but thanks to Yenrid, the elephant tribe was repelled.

So that’s what happened. The intention of the chief of the roaring elephant is noticeable.

He intends to exterminate the warriors and the rest at once.

I loosened my neck. I didn’t want to fight as much as possible, so I sent Pumpky to the rear.

Unfortunately, I don’t know the way here very well. If only I knew the way, I could keep save them.

The warriors, including Yenrid, did not dare go down. They could not even eat properly, so I could see the southerners with their bones damaged.

A scout warrior with good eyes came and said I heard it, looked at Kang and Yen Reed and spoke.

“You don’t have to fight, you have to persevere.”

“The Southerners don’t know such a fight.”

I put my hand on his shoulder.

When I put some effort into it, he furrowed his brow.

“If you don’t know, learn. Or hold hands with your family and die together.”

If you want to live, you have to do the best you can.

Does it sound sour?

He said. Yenrid stood by my side and I told him.

“It is a fight to endure. Do not go forward.”

There are no barriers, and the terrain is not advantageous either.

It’s going to be a pretty tough fight.

If we are not careful, we may have to abandon them. But I really don’t want to do that.

I looked into the eyes of the talking Yenrid. A blazing flame was seen.

Even if he became my knight and swore allegiance to me, his past did not disappear.

Behind him was his tribe, whom he had abandoned as a child, and before him was the enemy who drove him out of the South.

Let’s save the 2,000 tribesmen, and we will find a way to keep them alive, too.

Mistakes are expected so if something doesn’t make sense then just try to understand the situation and make something up by yourself.

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Chapter 130 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

There would be a few that might make his blood pressure rise and fall the moment he counted them.

A scout who was driving a horse and guarding all directions shouted.

So the Viscount Dutch used scouts. The intention was to save people even if the southerners dig up the land and rob the crops.

Just knowing in advance that they are here can buy time for people to evacuate.

No matter what anyone said, the Viscount Dutch was a great noble who cared for his people.

The scout’s role was up to this point, and a group of scouts grabbed the reins for their escape.

It was a time when the guys came periodically. In other words, as expected, the scouts moved faster.

The scout following from the rear called out to his companion who was running ahead. His role was to gauge the scale of the enemy.

He took the reins, loosened them and looked behind him to see his colleague’s pale face.

He said. I naturally looked to the back.

Normally, there would be 100 to 200 people at most. But it was more than that.

At least five hundred people were discovered by scouts. The Southern Rebellion was beginning.

I didn’t know all the southern culture. But I knew one thing.

It’s the worship of the strong.

Respect for knights who have achieved incredible achievements is said to be the same in the central and southern regions. And that was part of the reason I took on this job.

The people leaving were Jenrid, me, and even Jabrien.

Lind stepped forward to greet me, and Lydia, who claimed to be my maid, saw me off. We literally ran with the messenger from the Viscount Dutch in the lead.

The messenger kept glancing behind him. I couldn’t blame him. In fact, it is so surprising that anyone who sees it faints.

“Um, hmm. Does it bite?”

Asked the messenger.

“Well, It listens to me.”

“… … So you’re saying that if you ask him to bite, he’ll bite?”

Pumpkin would not allow me to ride another animal. So I had to ride on the pumpkin’s back, which had no saddle.

Actually, it’s very uncomfortable.

Riding on the back of a wolf with no saddle and dancing muscles is not advisable.

I wasn’t in a hurry. Thanks to this, the messenger was anxious, but he couldn’t go in a hurry.

To be precise, he had to wait for the axe, or rather Yenrid whose body was hurt. I must have hit him a little too hard. Some of his ribs were broken and his internal organs were damaged. Of course, he recovered quite well after a few days of recuperation and medication, but he still wasn’t in perfect condition.

On the way, I gave him ground herbs and fed them, and when it was time to eat, they all settled down properly, oiled the thinly sliced chicken and baked it.

There was a burning sound when the oil met the fire. Everyone’s noses twitched at the mouth-watering aroma of roasting chicken meat.

Everyone picked up the chicken leg meat one by one and put it in their mouths and munched.

“As expected of open air cooking…”

Jabrian, who had done his part, talked nonsense. The messenger also ate a few times and opened his eyes wide.

“This taste, this taste! It reminds me of my mother.”

She was exaggerating too much.

She uused to be awkward in front of me, but I understood her. I am a noble and a knight. A well known celebrity in Serka. Furthermore, the baron who devoured the land where monsters used to roam and even rode a wolf.

Even I couldn’t have been able to treat me calmly. After dinner, during a brief break, I remembered the conversation I had with Lind before we left.

“Just the three of you?” It’s too dangerous. You are no longer a soldier, but a lord and nobleman.”

“And also a knight.”

It meant that I wouldn’t be easily beaten.

“Even if you are a Wyze-knight, you still need men. Or do you want to rewrite history? If you try to be the knight who killed a thousand men by himself, there will be no stopping you.”

Lind warned me of the danger. I understood what he meant.

“It will be fine. If the situation gets worse, I’ll come back.”

“… it will be a stigma.”

“It’s better to be stigmatized than to die.”

I cannot leave the territory empty.

Bringing out Count Vantes showed my strength and resourcefulness. Since he had roughly guessed the situation of the royal palace, he moved with a bold move, but he was still anxious.

I couldn’t let the people in my territory die again. The territory of Fraunmunt could not be fortified. Starting with the collapsed castle, the number of people to train as soldiers was too small.

There had to be a few elites left to fill those numbers.

After this is done, I will start repairing the castle. With that thought, I got up again.

The border point between Viscount Dutch’s territory and mine was not very far, but our destination was below that.

On the way, I saw Jenrid dozing on his horse. Suddenly, his riding skills have increased.

Looking at it, his body looks a lot better. That was when we reached the southern tip. I deliberately went to the place where the enemy was.

There was a sense of astonishment in the messenger’s voice. As I followed his gaze, I saw a crowd gathered in the distance.

He swallowed the air and showed a bitter smile.

As I spoke, the messenger turned to me and trembled. He didn’t seem to know what expression to make.

“Well, that’s how it was when I came.”

I asked him when I saw him shaking.

“Does your family live here?”

“I lived in the village at the end.”

You’re saying you don’t know what happened now?

“Don’t worry too much.”

If Viscount Dutch wasn’t a fool, he’d have pulled his subjects out already. My eyes ran through the people beyond the Southerners.

“I’m sure it’s easily over a thousand.”

“About one thousand two hundred.”

There was no one like her to count.

“Will it be okay?”

asked the messenger. The hero who had curbed two thousand with four men was right in front of him, so it wasn’t worth asking.

But, my friend, back then, my opponent was a knight. There were honor duels.

I also had the advantage of having a castle wall behind me.

This case is different. For Southerners, dueling was just a way to kill. They didn’t care if it took two or three of them.

And Southerners were the kind of people who, the moment they got into a fight, would show the destructive power.

Still, I was reasonably confident. The messenger looked at me and his eyes lit up.

It wasn’t the kind of thing a soldier would expect to see.

“Let’s go to the Viscount.”

I purposely looked at the size of the southerners.

The Southern Rebellion was closely related to the war in the South. To them, the people of the tribe who were torn apart from each other gathered and fought to establish themselves on the central continent, which was called the Southern Rebellion.

One thousand two hundred, if there were only that many warriors, there would be more.

The hot sun was making me sweat profusely. I hope it will rain soon.

I went straight to the place where the Viscount Dutch was staying. As I got off the Pumpky, he ran to another place to go play.

You’ve set up your camp well. It wasn’t inside the village, but in a tent structure so that we would always be visible.

He must have been hit by Southerners many times. Being beaten could have taught him.

Viscount looked at me and was delighted. His face was like he met his first love.

How is that possible? I was expecting a reaction like that.

He lowered himself. The situation was different from before. If it was only a few hundred, he would be my client, but his opponent was now 1200 men.

“What is the damage situation?”

I asked the Viscount Dutch, but in reality, the question was directed towards the back. The knight of the Viscount Dutch looked at me and bowed his fist to his chest and said:

“There are no casualties yet. Only property damage…”

Although he was called a knight, he actually looked like an officer who used a sword. His armor looked rough and hard because it didn’t go down.

The sound of chain mail could be heard repeatedly coming from his body. It means that he was twisting his body because he was uncomfortable.

Glad to hear that no one died. I pulled Jabrian by the arm and put her next to me and she opened mouth.

When he looked at me, I showed a soft smile. The contract he and I signed was not a real contract signed and notarized by the royal family.

We made a verbal contract. We made a promise to each other. I promised to fight for him and get some money every month.

But does Viscount Dutch really want to pay me every month? Wouldn’t you think that money was stolen later?

Wouldn’t it be better to take advantage of the weakness of the oral contract and call it a double?

Probably so. Because I had no intention of honoring that contract from the beginning either.

“I think this is a little different.”

As I said, the pupils of the old nobleman shook lightly. Still, he is a great nobleman to hide his expressions and emotions behind him.

“What do you mean?”

“There are not too many enemies.”

“We didn’t discuss the enemy’s number from the beginning, did we?”

The 1,200 Southern Army, this was bigger than I thought. If you request support from the royal palace and surrounding territories, troops will be dispatched.

However, it takes time for the reinforcements to come, and in the meantime, Dutch’s land will be devastated. Who wants to see their land destroyed?

“I have no conscience.”

I said. Viscount Dutch tightly closed his eyes. You would instinctively realize who has the upper hand in this conversation.

“What do you want?”

“This is the main person on the top level who handles the logistics of my territory.”

As she listened to the conversation between me and Viscount Dutch, Jabrien was thinking hard. And by the time she heard my introduction, she was squirming at the mouth.

“For dealing with 1200 southerners, I should be paid at least one platinum coin.”

“I’ll also deal with the goblins, and I’ll make sure the Southern Army can’t come here again”

“Three platinum coins.”

He snapped when Jabrien spoke.

“Three platinum coins?”

The Viscount clenched his back teeth. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and tears of blood were about to flow.

If you don’t want to waste money like blood, you have to ask the royal palace for assistance right away and visit the surrounding estates.

Will the help out with what Wyze-Knight gave up on?

The nobility is not a very just race. They hold on to their vested interests.

It is rare for nobles to give up their vested interests and help Viscount Dutch and Viscount Dutch knows that.

This deal had to be accepted unconditionally, if I wanted anything at all.

“You mean three platinum coins can solve it?”

I replied with a smile at his words.

The advantage of an oral contract is that the terms can be changed under mutual consultation.

I have just overturned that condition.

“Are you promising with the honor of the knight?”

“I promise with all my honor.”

I’m not a man who cares that much about his honor, but… well, I could make this promise a hundred times if you want.

“Is it okay if I ask a favor later?”

Let’s put the four together again.

“Do whatever you want.”

The Viscount said without a break. His face was momentary, but he seemed to have aged in recent years. I watched it though. Viscount Dutch, who took care of his citizens first, was a decent person by my standards. The impression isn’t bad either.

“Is this why you brought me here?”

Jabrian asked quietly. I patted her on the shoulder and beckoned her to take out the contract.

A big deal would be a good experience for her. And right now, this deal was a tremendous deal. A deal that would determine the fate of an entire territory.

As she took out the contract, the knight who also served as a secretary handed her a pen.

After receiving it, Jabrien began to write. Her speech was still crude, but she was very fluent in the Central Continental language.

Well, there is a language in the South, but there is no writing, so it must have been essential to trade.

Jabrien said, handing out the signed contract.

The content was subtle, but the Viscount didn’t care. The troops that had come up from the south were many. It was a wonder that there hadn’t been any casualties yet.

No, it was natural that no one was killed or injured. They didn’t come to fight.

Viscount Dutch doesn’t know that. i knew that

So, this transaction may not actually be a fair transaction. But looking at the current situation, it is a fair and just transaction.

Jabrien knows that. However, she just noticed that the situation was strange. Because she has the ability to figure out if the other person is hiding something through conversation.

“What are you hiding?”

She asked me secretly, so I answered with a smile.

Three platinum coins, a lump sum payment.

It is a cost that far exceeds the operating cost of any real estate.

There, in the future, when I wanted to, I got a document that promised to stand in the position of a helper.

Now, I found someone to sell the rock salt to.

I handed over the contract to Jabrien.

“How many troops did you bring?”

asked the Viscount. I’m a little sorry to answer it.

“This is Yenrid and this is Jabrien.”

I said, pointing at my companions and he nodded his head, wondering why I was introducing them now.

“So, did you get more than a hundred people?”

“No, only the three of us here.”

“…Three? Just the three of you?”

I nodded. The Viscount trembled at the corners of her eyes. Then he staggered and fell to the side.

The secretary knight caught him.

Was it your son?

I smiled, scratching my cheeks.

“Now, stop worrying. I’ll figure it out.”

“The three of you?”

Viscount said to me, even though he fell by the back of his neck. His eyes were full of killing intent.

It wasn’t the same kind of killing intent as a knight’s, but I could clearly feel it.

In fact, I’ll almost certainly do it alone, and Jabrien isn’t even a combat fighter.

But I can’t shock him more than this. It will be a problem if the client who signed the contract died of anger.

Then it wouldn’t be a bad thing to give him a little trust.

Wyze is the power that radiates momentum.

I inhaled and exhaled quietly. A Wyze Knight, so when I showed myself properly, the air changed at the moment.

Instead of living or speculating, my intent overtook them simply by exhaling momentum.

Just by staring at them, I proved why I am here.

“Trust me, Viscount.”

I said and turned around and left. As soon as the momentum was lifted, Jabrien asked, standing next to me.

“Are we really just the three of us going to fight?”

A Southerner is a stranger if he is not of their own tribe. I can see it in Jabrien’s reaction. It’s not that she feels rejected by fighting Southerners, she’s just worried because it’s a fight without enough heads.

I think the guy who made the real Confederation is amazing. How did he unite these peoples?

“After all, no matter what country, three people are unreasonable.”

said Jabrian. No, you’re not even a fighter in the first place.

“He will do it aone.”

I tapped Yanrid on the shoulder.

Twelve hundred to One.

I urged my knight to fight the battle.

When Jenrid answered those words, Jabrien’s eyes changed strangely. As if she was looking at two crazy people.

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Chapter 124 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

It was Viscount Breon Dutch, an old nobleman with thick white hair combed back straight.

“How did you know? I really don’t know things like that.”

Do you think I’ll follow the etiquette?

At that, Hulken gave a small chuckle. And seeing that, Viscount Dutch’s expression wrinkled.

I looked at the faces of the nobles gathered around him, including him.

Breon Dutch. An old man in his sixties, located on the southern land of my estate.

Right next to him was a man with brown hair, the most common in the Central Continent.

The knight standing behind him had an unusual aura. Baron Bean Sabnak. He was the owner of the richest land in the territories around me.

“You want me to eat this stuff?”

I heard the mumble of a fat pig. Yod Bantes, the eldest son of Count Bantes.

The territory between Baron Sabnak to the west of my domain and Viscount Dutch to the south is Count Bantes’ domain.

There are four important people in total.

Hulken from Count Ludwig’s domain.

Sabnak from the west.

Below them, Bantes.

And Dutch on the south.

Of all of them, only one was really important. In addition to that, several other territories within a short distance sent me messages to congratulate me, but I ignored them all.

I took my time sorting through the information I had gathered in my mind. The problems Baron Sabnak had in the west and Viscount Dutch in the south.

The reason why Hulken came here and the reason why Count Bantes’ eldest son came.

There is no action without reason in a noble event. The eldest son of the Count of Bantes was famous for his childish temper.

It was said that he was as violent as a prince.

Externally, Count Bantes was known to be a man of considerable ambition, a venerable nobleman who had inherited the title of Count for two generations.

There must have been a reason why he threw that pig at me.

Is Count Bantes trying to test me? If not, maybe he is trying to pick a fight.

It was impossible to fully read the intentions of the nobleman far away.

Let’s put Count Bantes off for now.

What about the Hulken?

Why did he come? There was nothing to worry about. He was looking at me.

I remembered the match I had with him before leaving for the royal palace. It was my defeat, but it must have been a battle that gave Hulken a small shock.

He had come to see me. Weehain might sent him to check me out. Because Hulken was a Wyze-knight above me.

At this point those two did not matter. There’s only one person that matters.

“Let me get this straight.”

I looked distantly at Sabnak and Dutch.

Those two wanted different things. Baron Sabnak was a skilled aristocrat and a typical man.

All he wants is fame. Like any ambitious man, he hoped to go higher.

He had been watching me carefully from the beginning. The eyes of the confident have a light in them.

I am a Wyze-knight, a knight who has built a great reputation, but do I really look that good to everyone?

There is a common saying on the continent that goes something like this.

‘Rumors are ten times the truth’.

Rumors are masks over the truth.

Fame does not speak for a person’s ability. He was the one who knew I was a Wyze-Knight and came to steal my honor.

I saw the knight standing behind Sabnak with his mouth agape. I’m sure he is at least a Wyze-Knight otherwise he wouldn’t have dared to come here regardless of my fame.

“Doesn’t the goblin problem give you a headache?”

So what I’m bringing up right now is only for one person. Neither Sabnak nor Hulken. That’s you, Viscount Breon Dutch, it is for you

My eyes turned to an old nobleman with white hair. I know this guy’s situation.

His land is south of here, adjacent to the southern continent.

It was a troublesome land because of the Southern peoples who came up every year ignoring the border.

The irony was that the main business of Viscount Dutch’s domain was black market trade with the Southern Continent. The southern peoples all live with a different purpose, some people plunder his land, and some people make deals with him.

The amount of damage each year was roughly five gold coins or more. And it wasn’t even all the damage that could be converted into money.

A territory is a land where people live. Will it be possible to be a Lord by standing alone in a land where no man lives.

There are many things that are needed to form a territory, such as money, castles, houses, and land, but the most important thing one is,

Without people, it is nothing.

But, who would want to live in a land where bandits, who kill people, come over to plunder?

Viscount Dutch said, grinding his teeth. Now, let’s get on with the deal.

In the midst of bandits, a group goblins appeared in his territory.

It was not a small number, but a herd of a thousand, led by a hobgoblin.

The Hobgoblin from the Fraunmund estate did his job properly.

“You must be having a hard time, right?”

Blood welled up on the Viscount’s forehead at my words.

“Is that a provocation?”

The viscount asked me.

Now, it is the moment when the dog poop called Hobgoblin becomes medicine.

Even if there is no money, no land, and the castle is half-destroyed, there is something the Viscount Dutch does not have in the Fraunmund estate.

“Does that mean you’ll help me?”

The Viscount Dutch looked at me and asked what I was talking about.

Of course, I’ll help.

“Every month, five gold coins.”

A momentary silence fell over the room. The person who broke the silence was Dutch himself.

“…… want to extort money from me?”

It seemed that the horns were about to rise on Dutch’s forehead and fire would erupt from his mouth. I spoke to him while he was in anger.

“I’ll not only take care of the goblins, but also the southern bandits that come every year.”

A bait is a method of throwing things that an opponent will never refuse. The Viscount Dutch, who made a living on black trade with the southern peoples, could not refuse this deal.

Jabrien was indeed a born merchant. I learned from her to make offers that the other party could not refuse.

“I’ll handle it first. And give me gold coins after looking at the results.”

The Viscount Dutch could never refuse this offer.

Solve the problem first and pay the money later.

Viscount Dutch opened his mouth without hesitation.

All nobles put their own interests first. In the eyes of Viscount Dutch, this deal was completely in his favor.

Of course that was what he thought.

I grinned at his answer.

It’s a method I’ve often used in my mercenary days. I got a client, a long-term client who would give me gold coins periodically.

Although the evening sun was beginning to set, the territory was lively.

Looking at it, Yod Bantes muttered.

Tomorrow, He will return. As the last night was approaching, Yod went for a walk.

He walked around Fraunmunt Castle, mumbling to himself. He was followed by one of his knights and a servant.

‘Why did father send me here?’

He knows his reputation. And no matter how stupid he is, he knows that Count Bantes is a royalist and that Baron Chris Fraunmunt is also standing in the same line.

‘You want to take it.’

If he wanted to maintain a moderately good relationship, he would have sent his brother.

Sending himself means that he would start a relationship hard rather than soft.

‘Do you want to take this territory?’

No, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“Why did my father send me here?”

When asked, the escort replied.

“He probably didn’t send you to claim the forsaken land.”

This land is changing rapidly, but it is not the land that the Count of Bantes, his father, would covet.

Then what does his father want? Chris Fraunmunt, whose name was no longer unknown to the nobility within Serkado. Everyone was keeping a close eye on him, wanting him to be under their command.

‘Father won’t be different, right?’

Sending him away to listen to silly talk is a way to get into trouble.

Jode Bantes finished his thought. He had caught Count Bantes’ intentions exactly.

He wasn’t very smart, but he was smart enough. Yod Bantes knew clearly what he was going to do.

‘It would be nice if I were a little hurt.’

The count’s eldest son was injured. What’s better to brew trouble than that?

He would be able to saddle him with debts while gaining the upper hand, and that was enough for his father to tame this young Wyze-Knight.

As he looked back and opened his mouth, the servant looked at him in surprise.

“Are you good at fighting?”

Jordaan Bantes was not stupid, but that didn’t mean he was smart either. He chose the simplest and most straightforward method.

“Have you ever punched before?”

“ …… I haven’t tried it.”

“Good. Pick a fight with that guy and get beaten up for a bit.”

He kicked the buttocks of the servant who couldn’t understand. Seeing the beaten man squirm as he stepped forward, Yod looked around.

‘It’s fast, indeed.’

He’d heard it used to be an empty ruin, but buildings had sprung up all over the place before the hot summer approached.

The lord is strong and wise. The people are diligent and earnest.

“This territory will grow well.”

The escort knight said as if he had read his mind.

‘We should spend a day or two together.’

They were like friends who got along well with each other.

His servant was soon in tatters. He rolled around on the floor with his face squeezed tightly as if he’d been punched in the face.

Yod Bantes approached there.

Yod said as he pushed the servant rolling on the floor with his feet.

“Hey, do you know who you hit?”

The man who swung his fist answered, staring at him. The clothes were different, so he seemed to recognize at a glance.

“…… Are you a noble?”

Nobles are different from commoners. Yod was well aware of that, and has been making full use of it throughout his life.

“Huh, there is no upper or lower in this land! You dare to think that you can beat my dear servant and still be safe!”

‘You’re just a commoner.’

The words were omitted, but they seemed to be heard.

The man on the other side had an intuition that he was in trouble. His eyes began to look everywhere.

“Cut off this idiot’s arm.”

It happened unconsciously. The escort knight stepped forward and drew his sword, and the man did not have the talent to dodge the sword of lowest-ranking knight.

The base of the elbow is cut on a sharp blade.

The man’s scream echoed everywhere.

Yod laughed as he saw this. People began to gather around. They knew what was going on, but they couldn’t go forward unnecessarily. The other party was a nobleman and they were commoners.

“What are you doing?”

At that time, a woman’s voice pierced through. The eyes of all the people turned to look at her.

“Louis Yulnovan and Alice, I appoint you both as Squires.”

Not long after coming to the Fraunmunt estate, Alice became a squire.

There wasn’t much of a grand ceremony. To be precise, there was no time for that.

Every day, the houses had to be built.

Her mother was in charge of feeding the people of the estate, and Tekil was there to mediate when problems arose.

Most of the time, the arbitration was accompanied by violence, but the people never complained.

Since then, Streek has set the rules to be followed in the territory.

To put it bluntly, they were laws made by the lord. Just as there are royal laws in the capital, similar laws have arisen in local territories.

Since then, people have never fought recklessly.

‘I would do the same.’

Streek and a soldier beat up a man who had accidentally inflicted a serious wound on his opponent. It took the beaten man a week to finally get up.

Since then, order has quickly taken hold.

Streek was an old man with many years of experience in the military. He knew how to handle crowds.

He was officially in charge of the interior affairs of the territory, but he lacked hands.

He was so busy that even ten bodies were not enough.

“Squire will listen to the master.”

Alice had nothing to do and went to Streek to say that she would serve her.

But even that took the job.

Louis Yulnovan, the person whom his father was pushing to death these days.

Although his fingers were trembling, he said he’ll do it, so she let him.

‘Do you like serving others so much?’

She was not very good at taking care of others.

Chris had asked Tekil to do a few things to maintain order in the estate, so his father was also very busy.

Alice had nothing to do.

So that’s how it was.

“We need to deploy soldiers for policing.”

That’s why she came forward at Streek’s words.

It was a merchant who came every morning with two wagons loaded with vegetables. Although he belonged to a certain upper rank, her mother liked him because he sold it at a conscientious price.

“I finished my work a little late.”

“Mother is worried. Hurry up and go.”

He was a sincere man who lived with his single mother.

There were quite a people who had become familiar with him.

So when a commotion broke out, Alice didn’t hesitate to move quickly.

Immediately after hearing the scream, Alice was able to navigate through the crowd and grasp the situation.

It wasn’t a familiar face, but that was another person who lived a reasonably serious life.

Alice stepped forward and unconsciously placed her hand on her waist. She could see the red blood flowing down on the knight’s blade.

Just for info: Words in single quotes (‘) are thoughts and double quotes(“) are dialogues. And also mistakes are expected so if something doesn’t make sense then just try to understand the situation and make something up by yourself.

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Chapter 131 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

The midsummer sun was hot. Only the three of us, me, Yenrid and Jabrian, faced 1200 southerners regardless of the Viscount’s forces. I could feel the viscount’s eyes murmuring behind me.

“Go and convince them.”

The moment I spoke, Jabrian looked at me and said seriously.

Yenrid is staring at me. Yeah, I don’t understand.

“You don’t have to say it. You just have to convince them. Mostly, tell them not to loot here.”

“Does this make sense?” muttered Jabrian.

“Just tell him to die.”

When I opened my mouth, Yenrid turned around. I didn’t give him any direction as to what was going to happen or what to do next.

That would have been pointless.

Now is the time when we need the courage of a man named Yenrid.

Well, if that doesn’t work, then I’ll have to find another way.

Yenrid trudges away from me. It would be a lie to say that I have no anxiety, but on the contrary, looking at his back gives me hope.

So far away from us, Yenrid began to ‘persuade’ the Southerners, and Jabrien saw it and asked.

“Are you going to leave him alone?”

From my point of view, Yenrid’s method was rough.

Although Jabrien is a Southerner, her lifestyle is close to that of a Central Continental. In the first place, her tribe is all about trading and wandering.

Wandering trading peoples are those who prioritize values other than battles.

In other words, she would not understand this situation even though she was a southerner.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not okay at all.”

Jabrien responded to my words.

If this gets wrong, I will try other means, but it’s still okay. I just saw Yenrid knocking out three southerners.

I can feel the military spirit as if the Viscounts who stayed in the back was tense. There were also several people who were preparing for battle with swords and spears.

The method of persuasion is novel. It was not within the expected range, but seeing it in reality was thrilling.

What if that southern army rushes right away?

“What are you going to do if he provokes them?”

A frightened voice burst from the back.

I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. It was Viscount Dutch, who had been recovering his spirit in the meantime.

The recovered spirit seemed to burst again soon. He pointed to where Yenrid was and trembled.

If you entrusted me with the job, you should believe in me. If you don’t trust me, is this the extent of the trust between us?

Well, even if it was me, I would want to break my head right away if three people come and do this crap. If it wasn’t for the Wyze Knights, the Viscount would immediately want to arrest me and torture me for three days and three nights.

“If you don’t trust me, do you have any other means?”

Even if I told you, you must not believe me, so the only way was to show you directly, and I needed time to do so.

“If my Knight dies there, I will do everything in my power to stop them. Even at the cost of my life.”

Life is more important to me than honor. It’s always been like that.

“No, I mean, what the hell are you doing now?”

Viscount Dutch was half weeping. Words cannot persuade me, nor force can do anything about it. So, if I let her sit a little longer, I feel like crying.

“Viscount, how much do you know about the South?”

When I opened my mouth, Viscount looked at me and answered.

“As you may know, I started doing business with them. I’m sure it’s not every day you see someone as familiar as I am.”

No, you don’t know.

How the Confederacy was formed, and how was it possible?

Numerous historians have studied it.

I just heard it from the side, but it was easy to understand.

Southern laws and traditions, all of it prevented them from uniting, but on the contrary, it was their habits that made it possible.

I sent Yenrid there alone because I knew the beginning of the Confederacy. I’m not just comfortable with my Knight over there.

With a twist of my neck, I was ready to jump out of my skin right now. But there are people who look at me with anxious eyes, so I only have to show the appearance of a relaxed lord now.

“Don’t worry. He will write a new history here.”

Everything was in my head. Still, I can’t help being anxious.

Yenrid of my previous life was just a hero and treasure full of regrets in a distant place.

Current Yenrid is the one standing by my side. I have no intention of letting him die.

“What are you thinking about?”

asks Viscount. I showed him a relaxed smile. I’m used to acting in reverse from the outside.

“I’m just trying my best.”

It’s a habit of mine to find the best path I know.

I’m a pathfinder and a pathwalker.

A treasure hunter.

The path I am now walking is towards the treasure known as Yenrid.

Yenrid was worried. how to persuade What can he do against 1200 southerners?

He didn’t doubt Chris.

He let him do it because he could.

Whether it was treating sick Digo or cutting through enemy lines, he did it because he could.

He had a sense of finding the fastest and most efficient way. Yenrid trusted Chris.

Believing, he found what he could do.

Quite possible. He knows what Southerners are like.

Yenrid was lost in thought. It wasn’t long before he was able to draw a conclusion.

It’s not something that can be solved by using the brain.

It doesn’t have to be a talk.

He took out his axe, grabbed it, and sprinted forward. Yenrid thought that knocking them down one by one was the quickest way.

He walked alone towards 1200 enemies. Anyone who saw it would have shouted with certainty that he was a madman.

He was walking alone on a sunny road, but there was no one blocking him. Only after narrowing the distance by more than half did three people come out to greet him.

All of those who came out appeared to be warriors. However, one face had blue bruises, and the other two also showed scratches and torn wounds all over the upper body.

They were dressed only in their undergarments, with the tops off. Yenrid had turned his back on the South when he was a child, so he did not recognize the tribe.

He didn’t even want to know.

Scars with clumsy herbs attached to them, a wary expression on their faces, and an uneasy disposition.

Chris would have read all the circumstances and inferred the situation. But Yenrid didn’t have such a talent.

He was just doing what he was told to persuade.

The southerner ahead opened his eyes and answered.

“Where are you from?”

Again, if it was Chris, he would have felt strange and reasoned about this question as well. Either, it was a question that showed there was more than one group attacking him, but Yenrid ignored them all.

“Go while I’m saying nicely.”

Not many southern warriors let go of their fists and said it with their mouths. It could be said that Yenrid had that aspect in his blood.

And the other party was also a Southerner.

If it was Chris or Lind, a few words that would not even be called a conversation were exchanged, and then fists were exchanged.

After seeing the man with a bruise on his face rushing towards him, Yenrid took a step forward, blurring the sense of distance, and then slashed his head with the tip of the ax handle.

Speed, strength, timing.

It was on a level that could not be matched. He fell to the ground with his eyes open.

The other two guys who saw it rolled their eyes.

“I’m going to rip you!”

One with a dagger, the other with his bare hands.

Yenrid’s hand was unstoppable. He tricked the guy with the dagger as if he was cutting his side, and when there was a gap, he put the axe-clenched fist in his temple, and the other guy was hit in the waist.

His hand, which has been properly hit on his forehead, passes through Yanrid’s waist and goes down. The one who was punched also fell off, so all three were quickly unable to fight.

He didn’t kill them because he asked to persuade them. Yenrid was faithful to his orders.

Admiring his skills when he saw the fallen three, he thought.

If the total number is 1200, there are 1197 people left.

Actually, the number was a bit more than 1200, so the calculation method was a bit messed up.

It was more fun to use the axe while counting how much was left.

“Which root did this crazy guy come from?”

Yanrid, who wiped the sweat running down his forehead, raised his finger without answering.

A day would have been short to knock down all of the 1200 them. A southerner with a club came at him.

It was at a level that was nothing better than the three a while ago. The result was the same as before.

With a loud bang, the number of southerners who fell on the ground where Yenrid passed began to increase.

Three to five, five to ten, ten to twenty.

Since the beginning twenty people were beaten by one person. Southern warriors did not bow their pride.

1200 warriors were bound by one.

“Which root is it?”

“What’s your name?”

Everyone who comes forward is noisy. Yenrid didn’t answer.

He remembered the moment he had given his name to Chris. A shiver ran through his whole body.

It was then that he finally understood. He wanted to show himself by shouting his name that he was just holding it in.

He wanted to compete with the worthy opponent and get his revenge.

That was what he really wanted. He told himself to forget it and survive, but that was his parents’ wish.

It was only then that he realized that his wish was completely different.

The South was his root and his hometown. Even if he planted his roots in the land of Chris, the hometown of his soul would be south forever.

The moment he saw the people of that homeland, he was filled with joy. Yenrid was like any other Southerner, but different.

It was not his intention, but from the moment he left for the central continent, he was able to have a broader view of the South as one big place.

So it was natural for him to be happy.

All those who ask for his name are terribly weak. Yenrid set the standard.

There’s no name to tell these guys.

His name was not so low in value.

From sunrise in the morning until sunset.

150, the number of people that Yenrid beat down in one day.

A darkness called night came. The moon didn’t rise today and not an inch of light to be seen.

Exhaling, Yenrid looked at the Southern army on the other side and said,

He didn’t say his name that day after all.

“I’m going out tomorrow!”

All the Southern warriors who were talking to each other shouted.

“That guy, I’m gonna open his throat. I am Varon of the ‘Fangless Wolf Tribe’!”

Everyone stopped talking at that call.

“If it’s Varon, it’s not my turn.”

Caen looked at it and frowned. Contrary to words, the situation was not good.

A warrior who defeated more than 100 people in one day.

‘That’s a lot of bravery.’

The previous chieftain he served did a similar job.

He won the battle alone with the fifty warriors. It was possible because of his natural strength.

Even such a chieftain would shake his head if you asked him to defeat a hundred men by himself. There were only a few famous warriors in the tribe who were able to hold their own against three or four of them at a time. The ordinary warriors could not even fight a single battle.

‘My feet are tied up.’

If they had cornered them from the start, regardless of whether they had one or two, the Southerners’ army would have moved up.

‘I couldn’t help it.’

There was nowhere to go, nowhere to return.

There was no way.

Caen had to somehow get the land here. No one knew, but only Chris knew.

Their purpose was not to fight and loot, but to settle.

“If Varon loses, I will come forward.”

Someone comes out again.

As he stepped up, cheers rang. Some warriors stomped their feet on the floor.

“I am the Borte of the Poisonless Toad Tribe.”

He was a warrior as famous as Varon.

And despite the desperate situation, they raised their fighting spirit. Southern warriors were also the names of those who enjoyed the battle without bending even if they were broken.

That is why Caen was also like them. Because the South likes fights and stories like this.

For those without language, the myth of ancestors and heroes was like the only entertainment that made their hearts beat.

The story of a man who fought alone with 1200 people and a hero who defeated them.

All southern warriors wanted to be the main character.

“Then I will go next.”

Caen did not introduce himself.

Caen of the Fangless Crocodiles, was stronger than any warrior here.

Because he was a man who even earned the title of the best warrior of his tribe.

He was also the leader of this group.

“When the sun comes up and he comes out again, he will be a ripped deer!”

The southern people burst into a wild cheer. And the next day, as soon as the sun came up, the same guy appeared again.

A shaggy gray-haired man comes out with two hand axes around his waist.

Before Varon left, the five warriors slashed.

Varon pretended not to know and turned his head, and Borte saw it and clicked his tongue.

It is advantageous to watch your opponent’s battle before fighting.

Of course, he had seen him countless times the day before, but it would be much better if he could figure out if he was injured from yesterday’s battle, and where his weaknesses were.

So all five of them were warriors under Varon. It was a small trick, but no one stopped him.

Because this kind of action for victory is right and justifiable.

And all five warriors quickly fell to the ground, and Varon and Borte thought the same thing.

For some reason, the enemy seems to be more energetic than yesterday.

Mistakes are expected so if something doesn’t make sense then just try to understand the situation and make something up by yourself.

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Chapter 132 – The Story of A Low Rank Soldier Becoming A Monarch [Novel]

Watching Pumpky bark happily, I wrapped around his neck. The big wolf mischievously bit my ear.

My body was pushed back by the weight. I could feel the hot breath of Pumpky.

There was no malice at all, it was Pumpky’s pranks.

The soldiers of the Viscount Dutch, who were watching around, poked their spears.

Jabrien shouted and looked at me and said,

“Don’t you know people will be surprised?”

I could still see soldiers holding spears and swords with frightened eyes. Pumpky stuck his head out of his arms and I opened my mouth.

“Don’t worry. It won’t bite.”

It’s surprising to see a large wolf suddenly come out.

Viscount Dutch asked as he gathered up his messy hair. The fire of the brazier was blazing and his eyes were red and bloodshot due to lack of sleep.

What should I say in such a situation?

“This is Pumpky who is in charge of reconnaissance instead of me. Come to think of it, there are four of us here instead of three.”

Viscount Dutch’s whole body shook. It was obvious that he was angry, even to a dull-witted person.

If his son hadn’t rushed over to stop him, he might have said something in exasperation.

No matter how poor the situation is, everyone has their last pride.

But I didn’t mean to make fun of you. It was sincere anyway. Of course, I knew he wouldn’t believe it.

“Are you kidding me?”

Jabrien scolded me. The soldiers were frightened and withdrew, and it was after Jabrien saw that and left.

“Did you see that?”

He barks a little and nods his head. Ooh, you clever guy.

I fed him a tablet and rubbed his fur. Watching that, the soldiers widened the distance.

By the time the sun went down and night came, the southern army of 1,200 had not rushed forward.

Instead, my knight just returned.

I looked at his face and asked.

“Are you satisfied?”

Yanrid shook his head.

Of course he should be. He has gained a lot from me so far. He got the Wyze and had experience risking his life to make it through the battlefield.

There were high-quality experiences that even southerners, who fought at least a hundred times from birth to death, could not commonly experience, and even efforts put on his natural talent.

He shouldn’t be satisfied with just this.

A small smile appeared on his lips. It was the smile of someone who enjoyed the situation.

Even if you couldn’t be satisfied, it would have been fun to see people with similar temperament to you.

My anxiety had left me too. Today was a crucial day. If they had ignored Yenrid and attacked, we would have had to use some other method of combat.

The Southern Army did not do so.

I guess they couldn’t do that because their goal was to settle. In other words, I took advantage of the characteristics of Southerners to place a trap here called Yenrid, and 1,200 Southern troops stepped on it, knowing that it was a trap.

Now they couldn’t stay here until they crossed the wall called Yenrid.

“You’re not listening.”

As a mercenary facility, I often took on the position of captain of a small unit. Even though my combat skills were lacking, I was recognized for my natural ability to lead.

And the people I hated the most at that time were the southern mercenaries.

Saffron cubs. Bad memories come to mind.

If they were weaker than me, I didn’t even try to deal with them. If you wanted to stand before them as a warrior, you had to prove you were stronger. That was the way it was with Southerners.

I knew it very well.

The moment I saw them, I realized that they had only shit on their heads, but they followed the mercenaries who were amazingly good at fighting.

I would never fight alongside those ignorant sons of bitches in my life.

What is important to Southerners is a strong and tough warrior.

These are the people who may have fought on the battlefield yesterday, but are friends today.

That’s why I could not go near them. No, I couldn’t get even closer to them because they had tried to kill me in a duel and take my command.

Those memories still haunt me.

It was natural for countless swords to fly in front of a person standing alone. Yanrid really enjoyed it.

The Southerners did not turn sideways to leave him. They fought head on, making themselves known.

“My name is Varon! Give me your name!”

Yanrid didn’t open his mouth.

He was a Southerner too. He didn’t want to reveal his name so easily to someone who wasn’t qualified, especially to a warrior born and raised in the same land.

It was a fixation for no clear reason.

Walking between the five fallen men, Varon pulled out a rod and shield with a chunk of iron attached.

Baron struck the shield with the tip of his club igniting his will to fight.

He pondered for a moment whether to take it out. His opponent had a shield and a stick. Even if he could avoid the attack, it would take talent to attack an opponent with a shield.

While thinking about it, Yenrid moved his hand to near his axe, while Varon rushed in and blocked his view with his shield.

The opponent disappeared from Jenrid’s eyes, and only the irregular grain of wood carved on the shield filled his vision.

Instead of avoiding his opponent, Yanrid kicked the shield with his feet. It was the tactic that Digo used when he faced Lind.

Straight and Simple!

Maybe it’s a shield made of iron, or something like a wood shield.

The opponent faltered, groaning in a sudden shock. In the meantime, Yenrid lowered his posture enough to bump his nose into the ground.

Wingless Hawk. Each tribe’s name was a symbol of their unique specialty.

The hawk is fast. The wingless hawk meant those who couldn’t fly, but had the fastest movements of all.

In addition, if you hold an ax in both hands, then it was not called a wingless hawk, but a hawk with a blade.

Tekil didn’t stick to training the same way for everyone, including Chris.

Chris was a blank slate, so he gave everything he had, but he did things differently for Digo, Lind, and Yenrid.

In particular, among them, Yanrid was a warrior who had already established his fighting style. Tekil didn’t teach him, he just gave him directions.

What he needs now, and how he will apply the skills he has.

In conclusion, Yanrid didn’t learn much. He had developed stamina and strength, and all he had to do was learn to use his natural wits.

And by that alone, Yenrid was ahead of Digo and Lind.

Varon barely kept his balance and pushed his shield forward. He didn’t feel the impact, because the enemy wasn’t where he should have been.

Then, when he finally looked ahead, he couldn’t see Yenrid. While the panicked Varon was looking away, Yenrid rose up from just below him and smacked Varon on the chin with the bottom of his palm.

Another fell down without having to pull out the axe.

“Good! Good! Good. My ancestors want me to grind your bones and drink from them!”

Without a moment to catch a breath, another one came out. Yanrid thought it was better than yesterday.

“I am the Borte of the Poisonless Toad!”

He was wearing a thick leather robe, unlike the others who had took of their clothes. Yenrid didn’t pay attention to the opponent’s appearance. He didn’t care who they were, because he was going to beat them.

“Tell me your name!”

The proud Southern warrior exclaimed. Borte was not alone. Four warriors stood by his side.

Five became one. It would be several times more dangerous than the first five he encountered.

In front of him, Yanrid shook his head. Even answering was a courtesy to the other person. But he still didn’t want to give his name.

So on the second day, Yenrid knocked out Varon and broke Borte’s arm.

And to a warrior named Caen, he pulled his ax and left an indelible scar on his chest.

Many more warriors stood before him after that. And fell.

Yenrid accepted all their challenges without saying a word. So it went for three days and two nights.

If he hadn’t gone through the Wyze imprinting process, Yenrid would have been exhausted.

It would have been hard if it wasn’t for the herbalist Chris Fraunmunt who stood by him.

When he returned, Chris gave him a herbal medicine, and he used Wyze to increase his healing power.

So even on the third day, he held his position proudly.

Of course, the condition could not be perfect because he faced more than 300 warriors alone during the continued battle.

On the surface, he was perfect. It was around that time that the southerners’ challenge stopped.

What is the biggest criterion for distinguishing between the central continental and southern people? In my opinion, it was an object of worship.

The central continent worshiped gods, while the southern ones worshiped people.

When the central continental people believed in Gran and prayed, the Southerners prayed and chanted the names of their ancestors.

That is how Southerners have lived. They watched for the birth of heroes, passed on their stories orally, and passed on their traditions.

The name of the tribe was the story and record of the hero who led them. All the laws of the land are like stone towers built by the heroes of previous era.

Southerners always welcomed the hero in front of them. A hero who is more southern than anyone else.

And Yenrid, who I saw, turned his back on the south, but was born with the blood of the southerners.

Moreover, he was the one who had shown the steps of a hero in my previous life. Even if I couldn’t know all his past, I knew one.

He was a man worthy of being a hero.

Southern culture of worshiping heroes.

A warrior who did not tell anyone his name or tribe after leaving the land.

A man who has defeated hundreds of warriors alone and stood alone without killing a single one.

The man opened his mouth.

“I am Yenrid of the Wingless Hawk.”

He identified and named his tribe.

“If there is no one else to come forward, go when I’m saying nicely.”

Yanrid said the same thing as the first time. He was faithful to his task.

Thousands of southern warriors chanted his name instead of returning.

“He who walks the earth proudly.”

If the Central Continental people enjoyed and welcomed the epic of the hero, the Southerners considered the epic of the hero as their life.

That’s why they had no choice but to leave.

If you replace ‘One who walks the earth proudly’ with the words of the central continent, it was a ‘Hero’.

Of course, that meaning could not be directly replaced, but it would be similar enough to accept.

Seeing that, I felt excitement and tension tightening my heart at the same time.

Send them back from here and my deal with Viscount Dutch will be over.

Since I have protected the land, the Viscount will obey me and give me three platinum coins.

But Yanrid will lose his family forever.

I timed it in my mind.

The trigger that Pumpky saw and delivered to me must be running away now.

It wasn’t over if we just stopped the Southern rebels.

What is the Southern Rebellion?

It was a rebellion by some of the healed and broken southern tribes to survive. It was not an attempt to kill on the central continent.

It was the south, killing them.

The reason they started a rebellion was to survive in the South.

From the beginning their enemy was not the center, but the south.

“The others are coming!”

The call I had been waiting for was heard. I had instructed them to place scouts in the vicinity just in case.

That was the result.

It was my last move that Pumky saw in advance.

The kids are terribly slow.

If they hadn’t come now, I should have brought Yenrd to meet them and wait for them.

The Viscount shouted in panic. He looked at me and gave me a desperate look.

Yes, I know, I know. You want me to step forward.

I would have stepped up even if he didn’t say anything because dealing with my own work is not the problem.

But you still have to take care of what I need to pack. I sent a look to the Viscount.

“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”

The Viscount answered with his eyes.

I spit and looked at the people russhed far away. It wasn’t fast.

I had plenty of time to prepare. As I approached the viscount, I saw the desperation in their eyes as they looked at me.

There were 1200 warriors, but there were more coming.

“Take out your army, Viscount.”

“You want me to give up my land?”

Damn, You still lack faith. Even though I blocked the 1,200 Southern Army here.

“I also have an army.”

Thinking where he had hidden his troops, Viscount Dutch turned his head.

What are you looking for in front of you? In front of me were 1200 southern warriors that Yenrid had subdued.

“Jabrien, step back and hide.”

That’s all for her role. From now on, it is time for blood and flesh to splatter.

I stood next to Yenrid, who was standing still. The men, who gave in to Yenrid, stood up vigorously as they saw other southern soldiers rushing from behind.

Showing courtesy as a warrior is until there is no threat to life.

Those who are coming in now are those who uproot and burn their lives, and they will fight until their lives are consumed.

Just like Yenrid did in the previous life.

Even though I stood next to him, Yenrid didn’t see me. His gaze was on the rushing Southern Army.

I knew a few things.

The fact that those who are coming in now are the enemies of Yenrid, and that the 1200 warriors in front of him are actually some of those who have been with him in the previous life.

Of course I didn’t have time to explain and I couldn’t say I knew it all, so I kept it short and bold.

“Do whatever you want.”

That’s what the southern warriors used to say.

They make friendships through fists and swords, and show blood and bones to deepen their friendship.

Put simply, they are cubs who become friends while fighting. In my previous life, I had fought with them working as a mercenary, and it had caused me a lot of trouble.

I untied the reins of a wild horse named Yenrid. He ran without delay.

The wingless hawk tribe was faster than anyone else in the south, so it was quick for him to take the lead in the 1,200 Southern Army.

Seeing Yenrid taking the two axes, the Southern men scattered to the side.

In the center, at the forefront, Yenrid opened his mouth.

“I am Yenrid of the wingless hawk. I’m the leader.”

How could I have said the words “Let’s fight together” so brazenly?

The enemy you had just fought stood in front of the approaching enemies.

The people of the central continent would do anything to cut him down at once.

But the men from the south didn’t care. They would just fight together.

Someone called my knight’s name.

Someone else called after that name.

The cry of the southern warriors echoed in the sky. It is their tradition to praise the names of great warriors.

Soon, with a shout, Yenrid ran.

The crowd that Pumpky had seen in advance and informed me rushed in, raising a cloud of dust.

The opponent who rushed was Yenrid’s enemy, a unit of the roaring elephant clan.

Mistakes are expected so if something doesn’t make sense then just try to understand the situation and make something up by yourself.

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