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The winter northern sun tried to fall asleep early in the cold. The group quickly prepares for camp as it gets dark around you.
Beyond the heavenly mountain range and heading southeast, it was a terrain of confusion between lakes and rivers. There were islands big and small, and it was a good place to get lost if you weren't a local.
The sea was not far to the east, so the maritime climate was moderately warm compared to under the heavenly mountain ranges, but it was insanely cold compared to the southern region.
Hundreds of people set up camp in the forest near the lake, avoiding the slitting winds. The campfire burns here and there and there and there.
There was nothing special about Albrecht. Only himself and Rosamund were able to enter a tent that could only keep the wind out.
People place a pot on the campfire, put their eyes on it, and then start making dragon meat stew. There was no perfume. It was just a little salt.
After a few hundred years of drinking, the Dwarves were busy messing with their children, and some sat in the arms of their adult friends and ate alcohol and meat.
Albrecht has set several campfires in front of his tent and has been warming himself with four warriors, including Rosamund, Iliya, Bervantos, Hroelf, Gunnar and others. These were now the heads of hundreds of matrices.
Albrecht and Rosamund were like kings and queens, and the six warriors who accompanied them to catch the dragon looked like guards. All dwarves were equals, but Illudians were of their own rank.
The newly joined warriors camp a little further away from the people. They can't keep their eyes off the dwarves, the corpses of the dragons, and Albrecht. The reality was overwhelming right next to me, but I couldn't get used to it.
On either side of Albrecht, Rosamund and Bervantos sit, and between their knees, Illudia sits leaning on their backs.
Albrecht's armor glistens with a faint golden glow as he takes on the glow of a campfire. The precise and elaborate pieces that were invisible to light caused people to be inspired in a different way than when they looked like the armor of light.
Albrecht looks away from the newly joined warriors and says to Harolf:
“Round up their leaders. I need to talk to you. ”
“I understand.”
Hundreds of warriors had their minimum rank leaders. At least a few, and at most dozens followed one leader.
Leading all of them, if they dominate a region, they are called Captain or Captain.
They all joined Egil for the treasure of Albrecht's procession, but now they are following Albrecht because they were fascinated by Albrecht's overwhelming charisma during the day.
Hrrolf rises from his seat and approaches the warriors. The warrior chiefs gather around Hrrolf to hear the tale.
I braided long hair and rich beards, but even those without hair were as long as the beard. There were many people with tattoos like Gunnar's face.
On the surface of the Earth, I recalled the infamous Arian Brotherhood in an American prison. They were actually much more vicious than they were, and they killed more people than anyone in the North. And they had the seriousness, which they knew how to crave into the fierce energy.
The warriors soon followed Hrolf to Albrecht and sat near him. Most had bright blonde hair and blue eyes, which were lighter than Albrecht's. Their eyes are set on fire, like that of an animal that watches its opponent.
I saw Albrecht in their eyes. God made golden armor, priceless, with blonde hair similar to their own, scarring on their faces, and a relaxed but stormy look in their eyes.
It must have been because they dueled with dozens of warriors in the daytime because they were deep in their minds.
Despite his training and ascension to Master Egil's maneuver, he easily killed dozens of warriors in quick succession, whether he won or was severely exhausted.
I didn't just kill them, I blew their throats, I slit their throats vertically, I cut their shoulders to the opposite waist, I smashed and killed their shields, their weapons, and their helmets.
It was reflected by the warrior and the god of battle itself to those who worshipped the soul of the warrior.
Moreover, holding the mythical dwarf between his knees, Albrecht felt like he was from a place other than the human world.
“I will lead the dwarves and their people to a place called Halstadt in the south. No looting. You can call your family and follow them or leave tomorrow. If you follow me, I'll hire you to pay your wages. Not much. But if they want to settle, they will provide land and support for farming. ”
Albrecht wanted to give his thoughts and plans to those who would follow him, and to give them the freedom of choice. It wasn't like that in the Crusades.
Nevertheless, if he followed himself, he had to follow strict discipline from then on. It was the same way now.
I'm not just going to go to Halstadt and do banking. It was just as risky with money. It took strength to protect the money, and Albrecht had no limit to defend himself.
Albrecht was going to build a castle near the city and make it the bank's headquarters. I was even thinking about taking Halstadt if I needed to.
Northwestern warriors first intended to use Dwarves and their friendly heavenly mountain rangers as executives, and the rest as laborers to build land and castles. And the role of a connoisseur...
And then he decided to release the money and boost the economy and build the city. Over time, it might become the center of the financial industry. The city could expand around the bank's headquarters and merge, but that was a distant story.
There was plenty of land to farm. This was an age that was not yet populated compared to the vastness of the earth. If there was no power to protect the good land, it was a glorious Apricot.
The National Guard was an age without cops. Even if I was robbed by bandits or robbers, I wouldn't have anywhere to complain if I wasn't protected by the lord. No, it was an age of thanking God for not knowing his life.
Either way, the chieftains of the warriors are confused. You have this much power and you don't rob people? It was like not picking up gold coins off the street.
They don't understand, but they can't speak because of Albrecht's charisma. Albrecht smiles as if he had read their thoughts.
“Wonder why they won't let me plunder? ”
Everyone looks at Albrecht, or the bigger ones, without saying a word. Albrecht was the least talkative, but he was the most talkative in the North.
“From what I can see, you seem to be doing everything you can to live in this barren place. Some farmers build small farms, hunt or catch fish, trade leather, whale oil and tendons with the South, or plunder their surroundings if they have no way to live. Don't you think?”
The people of the North were not integrated enough to become Vikings, like the history of the Earth, and to carry out large-scale, active foreign looting. Hestein's ancestors had a history coming down from the Northern Hemisphere, but it was very special.
I only had to rob the same Northmen around me, rob my own civilization-developed lawns like wilderness Bitukent to the north of Calteren, or go out and live a little mercenary life.
Nevertheless, there were some Northmen who worked only on plunder, but most of them were not well-differentiated professions, doing things to survive.
“I'll pay you and let you feed yourself. That's all I can do for you. I will not allow anyone else to be carelessly killed or hurt for anything more than that. I'm not forcing you. However, if you agree to this and follow me, you must protect it thoroughly. We will punish them accordingly if they break it. ”
Setting the rules and having the right to punishment meant a ruler. The moment the warriors agreed to this, they became Albrecht's men.
They don't think it matters whether Albrecht controls them or not. I just weighed in my head the benefits of pillaging and the benefits of giving up and following Albrecht.
Albrecht was not an adult. I gave them practical measures, made them decide whether to follow or not, and strictly ruled as long as they followed.
Warriors in the North regarded honesty and credit as life as brave as their own. It was not an easy decision to make.
“Go back and tell your warriors. You have enough to discuss and decide. I don't blame you for leaving me. Now go back. ”
As Albrecht disbands them, two warrior chiefs rise up and take their places.
Albrecht stares at the campfire. The fire that struggles to ward off the cold, flooding in, shakes its surroundings.
Looking at the campfire in the cold weather, I suddenly remembered leaving Lloyd Beck and going to Penbach alone. It was winter, too.
If there was anything different, it was that the beloved wives and dwarves, the warriors and men who followed them, were with them.
The dwarves go to any tent and sleep with their friends or children. They knew what they were doing, but they thought it was natural for them to go away.
As a blacksmith and architect, I was not particularly worried about the mathematics of numbers because I had the ability to surpass modern humans.
If I did my job, it was my job. Albrecht himself only helped to navigate and settle, but then he had to shape his own destiny.
The nearby Herolf throws a firewood into the campfire. Far away, I heard the warriors rambling on about their future. Albrecht is more and more intrigued by his thoughts.
Albrecht doesn't care how many warriors there are left. It was important to fit the first button well, even if it was clumsy. The first button was to establish the principle of killing less people, not different.
If it is not Albrecht, the Northmen may later be united by one hero and open a great Viking age, like Earth's history. How much blood will be sown at that time?
After a long time, of course, the generations would give their own historical meaning, but Albrecht could not think that way as a person living in the modern age.
And like always, from the second button, it was something for generations to do. Albrecht had an uncanny contemporary knowledge and did not want to apply it to this era.
No matter how fast the laws and institutions were established, there was no telephone and no car. So in order to empower the center, we had to spread the Buddhism like the East, or use the religion like the West. Albrecht didn't want to.
Albrecht thought he should integrate with his own strength and let people live, but at the very least, he shouldn't kill as many people as carelessly.
To do that, I had to expand my territory with my territory first. Oberburn and Zairex could have been their own, but Albrecht did not consider himself his own.
If you inherit Calteren, it was entirely your own. And as if, in my mind, my bowl was expanding and enveloping the world, it was going to expand around Calterns.
He was going to put his thoughts and principles into practice. Then the bank in Halstadt will definitely help.
Ironically, if we wanted to reduce plunder during the war, we might have to use the imperialist method of Earth's history.
Even if you give a soldier a huge salary as a treasure for Dwarves, the price of gold will be reduced. To get the gold price, we had to expand the market. The best way to expand the market was to conquer.
capitalization, conquering the world, controlling your own ideas. This was Albrecht's great strategy.
By creating a path for the Empire, connecting the East and West, we would pay taxes only to the Emperor, but the way we pay tolls to the passing territories would be abolished.
And to conquer, we needed talented people. I had money, warriors, but I was short on something.
Suddenly, Randolph and Herman, Carpen, Diego and William came to mind. If he summons them, will he answer the call? Diego was a different case, but I felt something was not to be disturbed. He abandoned them and left.
I didn't have an answer to my question about people right away, so I stopped for now. What should I do, by the way? Albrecht continues to deepen his thoughts on conquest.
Since I left CalTerre, I have fought many battles, suffered and made my own decisions. Now, plans are becoming more and more concrete.
The sun, which began to rise in the northern region, was preparing to shine its light on the whole world. Please let that light burn people less.
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