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“If you wish to be called, I will call you as you are. ”
A long time later, Richard replied. It was just an expressionless face, but I thought about it for a long time.
To put it bluntly, Albrecht was not the king, but the lord of Calteren. It could be seen as a kind of lord, like Zigmunt.
Anyway, Richard's answer was a little subtle. It was not a question, but a question.
Asking the monarch again is clearly blasphemous, but Albrecht has decided not to bounce any more. If you bounce any more from here, I'll call you and make a fuss. That's it.
Inside the command barracks, bright shadows were cast by the sun during the day. Yurgen is working on his sword, and Herman is working on his own. Both of them don't seem to even care about Albrecht and Richard's conversation. Outside the barracks, merchants hear loud noises from afar.
Albrecht sucks a couple of pipes, pulls them out of his mouth and points to a chair on one side of the pipe.
“Get up. Bring a chair. Sit down. ”
Then Richard gets up on his knees. I brought a chair and sat across from Albrecht with it between the tables.
“You've come all the way from Veles to join the war. Is there a reason?”
A little shade falls over Richard's face. However, he confidently said.
“I was an heir to Monfort, and my father died in the war in Anglia. When my uncle brought in a mercenary in the name of protecting my brother and sister, he practically occupied the castle and pressured us to leave. ”
Speaking of the war in Anglia, Albrecht was hot. It didn't make me feel guilty or anything.
After all, it was a war, a fight that we risked our lives for, and we couldn't consider whether to kill or save.
However, in Albrecht's head, scenes of the war in Anglia passed. How did Richard's father die? Did he die slaughtering knights with 10,000 men in a short run? Or in that fire pit? It was unknown.
At the time of the war in Anglia, Richard knew that the general commander of the Anglia army was Albrecht. He was also a knight, so he didn't have personal feelings for Albrecht in this area. I just hated my uncle for depriving me of my legitimate rights.
Albrecht doesn't seem to have any personal grudges against him. If he really had a personal vendetta, he wouldn't have brought up the war in Anglia.
‘I would have lied or roughly surrounded you. ’
What I said without hiding seemed rather good.
Richard continued:
“My sister got me some clothes, built clothes, traded me and armed me. She didn't just make clothes. You did all sorts of things. Among them......”
If there's anything I can't tell you about everything I've done, Albrecht guesses.
“My sister always said, We have to take back what is rightfully ours. I'm definitely going back to Monfort. However, I heard that the knight king had declared war on the world. Anytime you go to Veles, I want to be recognized for my rights. I will do everything in my power to pledge my allegiance and build an army. ”
Albrecht sucks the pipe without saying a word. Smoke from my mouth rises from Mongolia.
“Where is your sister? ”
“Now I sell clothes with merchants. ”
Albrecht bites the pipe and thinks for a moment.
After saying that he had never considered himself king, Richard showed resourcefulness without losing his dignity.
Also, there seemed to be some prescriptions in the title ‘Knight King’ a while ago.
I remember Richard bravely climbing the ladder like a cockroach.
It was Albrecht's assessment that Richard was enthusiastic, brave, and resourceful.
Of course, he was not as loyal and pure as Randolph or Hermann, but for a personal purpose. Rather, I liked telling it honestly without hiding it.
I couldn't get to know everyone with a quick conversation with my first impression, but I wanted to stay close and watch more. You passed the interview, asshole!
“You're going to be my deputy. Bring your sister. Tell your sister you don't need to do any more business because I'll pay her well. ”
Albrecht says there's a pale glow on his expressionless face. He looked handsome, but didn't know it when he was expressionless, but he smiled brightly so that he could see his teeth and felt the shadows in the barracks as well.
Yurgen was the most pragmatic undertaker of all of Albrecht's errands, if anything.
Of course, there was no limit to what a competent person could do in this age. I wanted to set work limits, but I was always short on hands, so I would give them everything I needed.
“You know the writing, right? ”
“Of course. I learned it by helping my sister. ”
Whatever this era was, merchants were a knowledge class. If you help with business, you will have to learn to write naturally.
Albrecht did not actively employ the merchants, who were of sound intellect, because unlike the knights, they were untrustworthy.
The knights were ignorant, but they gave their lives to keep their promises.
Of course, knights were also prone to complaints when they became lords, or to behave at their own pace.
But not as ugly and upsetting as the merchants. Instead, I put a punch in the face.
Albrecht thought it was better. I can kill him before he hits me in the face.
“Then say hello, since you see each other often. That's Urgen, and that's Herman. ”
Despite Albrecht's words, Herman was chewing on a dried squid without pretending to see it.
Suddenly, Yurgen looks up and says hello.
“Uh, uh, hi. It's Jurgen. And what is that, von Sternmark? ”
Yurgen is still mute, even though he's an Earl now. In a way, Yurgen was the first person to follow Albrecht and see the world for the rest of his life in Calteren.
It was no wonder he didn't realize he was the Earl. It's a yurgen like that, but his descendants don't know the sky and don't act arrogantly.
‘Well, that's none of my business. ’
“Nice to meet you. Richard de Montfort. It's an honor to be working with you. Earl Jurgen.”
Rather, Richard took care of Yurgen. The two shake hands, and Richard turns to Hermann.
“This is Richard de Montfort. I'm familiar with Ser Hermann's designation. It's an honor to meet you. ”
Hermann chews the dried squid and does not make eye contact. Richard looks down at Hermann, who is still standing, without shaking. Albrecht has a forehead.
Even if I ignore it, I don't see any sign of him leaving. Then Herman frowns and looks at her.
“Why? Search? ”
Albrecht sighs and says:
“There you go. Richard, out you go. ”
Richardo looks at Hermann for a moment, not immediately leaving, to see if he has a temper. It didn't look too grumpy just looking at me, but I felt confident, but it was enough to indicate that I was dissatisfied when I kept looking at him like that.
Hermann sits up, looking up at Richard. Suddenly, the height of his gaze was reversed and Herman looked down.
“Get out of here.”
Albrecht speaks again, and then Richard is gone. Albrecht stares at Hermann and smokes heavily. Herman glances at Albrecht and looks at him and says he's done nothing wrong.
The next day Albrecht took Richard back with him. Of course, Richard's sister followed him. She also had red hair like Richard's, and her eyes were sensual.
I was feeling sensual because of my difficulties, and I looked pathetic somewhere. But it also felt, strangely, stimulating to men. Herman opens his eyes wide and stares at her dazed.
Her name was Gisella, and she politely set an example to Albrecht. Albrecht used his toebox to buy all the fabrics and clothes in stock. They were sent down to Eugene, Hermann, and the Knights.
It only took months to initiate and besiege the invasion, and it took half a year to take down every one of the castles. After a long year, I took down all the castles, captured all the lords and gasoles, and gathered them in a place called Behrburg.
In the blue sky in April, I felt refreshed just looking at it, and an eagle was floating freely.
The eagle simply spreads its majestic wings, scouring the ground and observing human history.
In the eagle's eyes, you can see the cold iron as a weapon, and the crowded humans around you. The human winged sheep and flags are being fluttered by the wind.
And even at this height, a human being was clearly surrounded by light in front of them.
He looks up at himself. The eagle merely gazes at him with a careless eye.
Now that he was 24, Albrecht envied an eagle flying solo through the endless sky.
Even though I was flying alone through the vast sky, I didn't look lonely at all.
At that moment, deep down, I could feel the Smell of Smoke rising.
Actions became demons. Albrecht merely gazes at the devil.
If Albrecht is different from before, he is not forcibly pushing away or trying to get rid of the Devil. I quietly confronted the Devil, thinking.
What is belief? If you think about it, it was an unfamiliar sense of belief in Earth's memory.
Just got out of junior high, went to college, got a job, got married, had kids, got overwhelmed, worked my ass off, got ready for old age......
I'm just busy living. If I live with a belief, most people don't hear a good sound. No, I couldn't help but overhear a madman.
One thing is clear: It is a completely different matter of having faith and walking the path of it.
Anyone could have faith. However, it is difficult to walk the path of belief in reality. It was the same for Earth and here. I had to carry solitude and anxiety, pain and suffering.
I always thought reality might be on the Devil's side.
To walk the path of belief in reality, you must also carry the devil. Albrecht acknowledges and accepts the Devil as a part of himself.
Albrecht glances at his heart, as if that eagle were looking up at the ground from above. Deep down.
If you perceive yourself as a third party, the Devil would just disappear into smoke.
Conversely, if necessary, they listened to the devil. Like now.
“Kill.”
The wolves wield the cold iron teeth at the tiger's command. Sheep that would have been wolves once died screaming in despair and grief.
It didn't take long for nearly 1,000 people to die. Blood flowed from the dead, prepared for the clear sky, and drenched the earth.
Many merchants watching this scene from afar trembled before the overwhelming power.
Albrecht takes his eyes off the eagle and looks at his army. Randolph watches his complexion. I smiled as if it was okay.
Even after 1,000 people died, the Architect wrote down a line and put a pen on it.
The Devil smiles and vanishes into smoke.
Chapter 19 Reality, Devil, and the End of Beliefs.
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