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Albrecht is guided by Randolph to his tent. It was much bigger than the tent I used before. As you enter the tent, you see the body armor and the sword Manfred was wearing.
The body armor was completely shattered at the side of the body, the most important part of the body.
Albrecht glances at his axe. There are still scratches on the side of the axe, and the edges of the blade remain steady. When I met those Dwarves, I thought I'd have to ask them what they were made of.
After all, I tried on gauntlets and gribs - calves – even though I couldn't wear body armor. It felt a little tight, but I thought it was better than staying. I thought it would be good to wear it in the future.
The rest was not as uncomfortable as I thought, but it seemed difficult to wear when I was alone. So I decided to sell roughly everything except Gauntlet and Griv. I didn't know how much the cost of my body and the rest of it would go out.
With Randolph's help, you take off your armor and grab a drink halfway into the bed in the tent.
Randolph looks back at his master and says,
“Master, I'll go check on the Wittenheims. ”
“Yes."
After the war, I got the territory I was aiming for. Something's not quite right. Anyway, I thought I'd get you promoted from Wittenheim to the proper town as soon as I got back.
It was a dream to draw a land for people, especially for nobles. But Albrecht really didn't feel anything. Is that my territory? I felt like this.
And then I remembered my hometown again very strongly. The mind was far north beyond space-time and the body had to go further south from here. I felt weird again.
What's in Oberburn? What would a castle look like? What about human compassion? Is there a business in the territory? How's your farming going? I thought of my back, but it didn't make my heart beat.
After a long day of negotiating, Albrecht had a late lunch and lay halfway in bed, sipping his drink and constantly trembling.
In the evening, a knight who he led from the right-hand side enters the tent.
“Albrecht, the Lord is looking for you. ”
“The Great Lord? Why? ”
“I've only been told to bring them. ”
Albrecht gets up from his seat with the rest of his liquor. Following the knight, you see a tent the size of the old command barracks. I went inside and saw all kinds of rare things.
‘If you think about it, Zigmunt was also very successful at betting. ’
Sigmund was sitting at the table, stamped with wax on various parchments and papers. As you use precious parchment or paper, it must be something with a lot of double doors or something important you don't know.
From today's publication, it was clear that he must be a workaholic. He glances at Albrecht and looks back at the documents.
“Sit in front of me. ”
Albrecht admits his ability, but something trembles. There have been cases of breaking the table, and I haven't spoken to him personally since.
For some reason, I felt like I was called to the office when I was a student.
Albrecht sits between him and the table, and he says,
“Do you know what these are? ”
Albrecht glances at you and says,
“What kind of letters do you think? ”
“Yes. These are my replies. Do you understand what I'm saying? ”
Albrecht thought for a moment and said,
“Perhaps the nobles or lords who aren't here have sent letters pledging allegiance. ”
I smiled satisfactorily at the mouth of Sigmund. Then I sat down and looked at Albrecht.
“You really are. No, you may be the descendant of a mythical hero, after all. You're more than human to me. ”
Albrecht grumbles.
“Are you here to see your father? ”
“Haha, no. But do you believe in fate? ”
Albrecht wanted to know why he was doing this. Sigmund smiles and smiles at Albrecht's gaze.
“Don't look at me like that. I don't believe in fate, either. But I believe there is someone else who will be king. Do you know why I don't kill the king myself? ”
“How should I know? I'm not interested.”
Zigmunt said, not caring about Albrecht's ticklish tone.
“A king should be strong. You have to have insight at the same time. And most importantly, you have to let out enough light for people to look down on their own. ”
Albrecht saw the look on his face as to why he's really doing this today. Zigmunt continued:
“I had two things ahead, but I didn't have the last. I may be able to manipulate and suppress people, but they don't follow me with their minds. ”
Albrecht suddenly feels uneasy.
“So what do you want to talk about? ”
“When you slaughtered Manfred and rode the battlefield like a room, I was sure. You're the man to be king. I'll make you king. ”
Albrecht laughs as he listens to Zigmunt.
“Ridiculous. So, you're going to make me a scarecrow? ”
Sigmund said with a truly unfair look on his face.
“Why do you think that is? I will do everything in my power to help you. If I grow up like a dog in front of you, it could be long. ”
Albrecht tries to get up and leave as if he heard nothing more.
Zigmunt stands up and shouts.
“Come back! Get back here now! ”
Albrecht laughed.
“I'll live with that temper. ”
Then he leaves Sigmund's tent.
Albrecht thinks, returning to his tent.
Sigmund seemed to have his own kind of national anthem. Of course, it was not a modern-day national institution on Earth, but it had something similar to the early stages, Plato's national theory.
Of course, rather than having a philosophical meaning comparable to that of the great philosopher, we should look at the world from our own point of view through the intellect of Zigmunt and say, 'Kingdom.' ’I felt like I had established a value.
That's why I never considered myself king, and I felt like I was worthy of it. If so, when he accepted Zigmund's offer, it was only a kind of long-term term within his national circle.
In fact, even if I thought I was loyal and true to myself, I was not "my country" as long as I was locked up in Sigmund's country. Eventually, it was the same for the scarecrow.
Albrecht thinks we should clear out of here as soon as possible. He saw something ominous.
* * *
The next day Albrecht and Randolph went to the Wittenheims. I went to the soldiers' tent area and it was quiet and quiet.
After the war, the soldiers were relieved to sleep with prostitutes and slaves in the tents of King Leopold's former civilians, or because they were stuck somewhere and did not return to the barracks well.
Even in the tents used by Wittenheim soldiers, the soldiers are invisible, but only the military. I saw a woman in the tent. Probably looked like a whore.
Gunter emerges from the tent, noticing a slight embarrassment.
“We'll be out of here soon. Let's go home.”
Albrecht said that Gunter's expression was ambiguous. Albrecht wondered why his reaction was like this as he thought about his time on Earth.
Gunter replied.
“Can you tell me exactly when to leave……? ”
“I will dispose of the remaining body armor, buy some food, and then leave. Maybe a couple of days, maybe a week later. ”
Gunter replied with a look of reluctance.
“Yes......”
Albrecht leaves him behind and goes to his tent.
Whatever was most important in this world was eating and living. The problem of joining the army and eating and living is solved, and since there are even prostitutes there, I could think of this place better than my hometown.
If you can't guarantee your life because of the fierce battle, the story will change, but thanks to Albrecht, there were few casualties, especially those on the right.
After a thrilling victory, the soldiers didn't want to leave because there was so much food and women to eat and plunder.
Albrecht decided to take them home, rather than give them the right to stay or go back. It was because my family was waiting.
I came back to the tent and took my body armor. I know it's hard to get paid, but it's worth a lot of money. Albrecht's own money was insufficient to get the peasants to talk.
“Are you really going to sell? ”
Randolph said.
“Why, what a waste. ”
“It's pretty even if it's broken, but don't you think it's worth leaving as an heirloom? There aren't many of them in the North. ”
Albrecht smiles and says:
“If you can't use it, it's just a can. What's the point of being beautiful?" Good thing I sold a can and saved a man's life. ”
At Albrecht's words, Randolph looks at his master with a strange look.
Randolph picks up his body armor and goes to the merchants. He lowers his waist to Albrecht, taking off what everyone there was wearing on their heads.
We head for the battle forge. I was a blacksmith, but I wanted to know more. Looking at the body armor, the blacksmith opened his eyes so wide that he had never been bigger than now.
“This, this, that, body metal, armor......? ”
Even though it was broken, it was something a human blacksmith could only see once in a lifetime.
Thin yet sturdy, it was shaped to fit the human body, and the outside was engraved with practical yet beautiful symbols. It was a treasure, not armor, that flashed in the sunlight.
The blacksmith takes his hand to the sheet armor with his trembling hands and is furious alone. He looks at Albrecht and says,
“No, I can touch it......? ”
Albrecht nods, and the blacksmith stutters with his hands, shaking cautiously as if it were a mistake to wear almost invincible armor on his spear.
He was surrounded by merchants and civilians, densely packed with armor.
The blacksmith, who carefully stamped his body armor for a long time, still said in a trembling voice.
“By the way, why are you doing this to me…? ”
“I'll take the Gauntlet and the Griff, and I want to sell the rest. Can I put a value on it? ”
Albrecht speaks, and all of a sudden the crowds around him begin to murmur. The blacksmith closes his eyes and shakes his head solemnly.
“I dare not put a price on it. ”
Albrecht only knew it was worth one piece of land when it was intact, but the most important part of his torso was shattered, and the price of it, other than gauntlets and gribs, was not noticeable.
I felt like a compass that was difficult to dispose of. Then a man shouted among the people,
“I'll give you 200 gold coins! ”
I turned my head and saw an old man who looked like a merchant. Everyone looked at him. However, another person shouted from another place.
“I'll give you 220 gold coins! ”
From the beginning, there was an auction, not everywhere. The merchants who followed the army were the ones who were buying and selling things cheaply and holding their share tightly.
Albrecht seemed to have earned a lot of these mosquitoes as he listened to the rising prices.
“1000 Gold coins! I'll give you 1000 gold coins! ”
Around 300 gold coins in the auction, it was said to be 1000 gold coins. But it was a woman's voice. The surroundings were quiet at the shovel.
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