Fly the Flag of Fire!

"No, no, it's the contract. It's just useless to ask. We are. You're in love with the SS guy, right? Never sign a contract with anywhere else. Except for General Salomon."

The trick is to weave the truth a little bit.

Kuster resumed his walks without destination after many questioning attempts. Finish your lunch. It's a long way to dinner. It's a drowsy time.

"You've got to hurry up! Don't you?"

I spoke to the man who was retying the armor strings beside me. A soldier on your side, even if you don't know his name. I got a casual reply. We laughed and broke up with each other.

If you look over, people are making noise about the noise. The front line fort of the Kingdom of Aslia, which descends on the plains of the crime to the west, is surrounded by the enthusiasm of the generals. It is not something that can be very blown away where the autumn wind has arrived.

The war is starting!

It's a season of ridiculous, ambitious, abominable and joyful struggle!

"This guy always has a good prestige..."

Kuster, who was speaking to the right opponent again, pounded his tongue and flinched.

An officer style man approaching with an obedient from across the courtyard. He is a kind of solicitor who persists in overlapping words around a full loving laugh.

"It's a testament to our ability to see us."

I went into the barracks to myself. Continue down the hallway to the big crotch and out through the back entrance. There are also a few soldiers there who relax thoughtfully. I can also see merchants and private workers for the loading of supplies.

Kuster walked over without saying hello. to a group of workers.

"Yes? I don't know! Something smells like fish!

I pinched my nose and raised my voice.

"Stinky, stinky! I don't know if he smells like a rookie's mouth! Oh, it's not about me, is it? I'm an ancient ginseng. It's not the oldest place, but it's a good place to be compared to a mercenary scumbag that never dies. Oh, never mind. I didn't tell you..."

The moment I turned my face to the soldier I wasn't looking for, a shock ran to Kuster's leg. Crate. There's a heavy, hard hug of what's in it, and it fell out of the workers' hands and struck.

Kuster snorted around screaming.

"Heh, heh, fuck you... even though it was before the war...!

I saw it in tears. There's a worker in a hat that doesn't look good ahead. While he speaks of heartless apologies, he succumbs to such winds as he worries.

"... there is no Lord here"

I answered the question in a whisper, pretending to hold my shoulder casually.

"I'm heading out to another fort for the wild. Back in the evening. Can you wait?"

"Difficult. Church liaison is waiting"

We nodded and stood up together.

"Well don't worry about it! To apologize, help me with my work around the horse!

Take the hat worker to the stables with a bash on his back. A merchant says something, but he waves his hand hilariously without turning around. Hear with your back the soldier who was just about to respond.

Reaching behind the unpopular stables, Kuster said, "Heh!" and expressed dissatisfaction.

"Why did you come all the way here? River thieves are understaffed."

I can't move the cold expression slightly when I stare at it.

Beltran - formerly a well-known mercenary and now a man who fights in the dark.

"Nomination. Without time, the Third Princess leaves the King's Capital. The Church is overwhelmed by how far the First Princess has prepared it. Therefore, Joaquim Beck is in charge of the killer hunt."

"Hey, that's him right there. That makes the church serious, too. Or slap a thief in the ass."

Blow a passage of whistles at the new information brought about. And I immediately wrinkled my nose.

"Hold on, that's ridiculous. That dumb bitch, how much did you kill my sister? It would be ridiculous to just drop the princess on the front lines of this time of year. You didn't learn anything once that the country was about to perish. He said he didn't know the bottom of the fool. Damn it."

throw up words. I even kicked the ground.

"Well, it's all there, Master Marco. It's a prospect. Dumb and church bite each other, and one of them smells like fish."

Kuster snorted that it was funny, but it looks like Beltran also leaked a laugh at this.

Naturally. Now the battle of the shadows is gaining the greatest supposed results.

Currently, the river thief, headed by Beltran, is faking his heart and playing church handkerchief. I can still get enough information, but this move will give me a better idea of the Church operatives on the front lines.

"So? Is that all you have to tell Master Marco? Anything else?

I scratch my head and check. The man in front of Kuster is not a favorite being, but he is also a companion who should cooperate more than make the Lord alike. It also acknowledges its strength.

"What's up? Don't be shy, all right?

Something that surprises me about casual things, or Beltran is acting slightly hesitant.

Kuster urged ahead with the edge of his mouth in the form of a laugh.

"There's something else... I'm wondering if you can remember"

"............... eat your teeth! You bastard!"

Cross your fists and receive information.

At dusk, Kuster was to be questioned about his cheek mole by Marco.