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It would be nice to reconvene your emotions immediately, but it takes you an entire day to get to the borders of Bearburg.
Albrecht sends men to the castle and tells them they're returning tomorrow. He leads Yurgen, Rishar and the Knights on their way.
It was before the sun was still in the sky. Even though the temperature was chosen during the year, the weather at the end of February was still cold.
However, because the bright sun tried to revive the spring energy, it was a little better in the afternoon.
I ran along the paved road and met intermediate merchants. Those who knew Albrecht used to take off their hats, step aside, and set an example.
The merchants who first saw Albrecht were stunned and simply stared at him dazzled in golden armor.
I couldn't see my face because I was lowering the veil, but I just assumed that the golden expression on my face was probably the king's.
Albrecht glimpsed that the goods were mostly specialties of the south and east continents, including silk or tea, wine, olive oil, carpet, glass and marble.
It's expensive, but how expensive would it be if I brought it all the way to the North? There are that many rich people. In proportion to that, Albrecht couldn't afford to worry about the gap between rich and poor.
He started his journey at 22, and he was about to turn 25. I could spend the rest of my life in a conquest war like this. We have to leave the next generation's work to the next.
Or else they'll rub off as rotten as they get, and someone will break them. How long will it take before that happens? Albrecht spends his time thinking nonsense.
After running for a long time, I saw the end of the road packing. The workers were resting beside me. As Albrecht approaches, the workers are furious, taking off their sweaty coils in this weather, and bending over their waists.
I ran past them again and again. It was a full 24 hours, so I needed to rush it a little bit.
The sun slopes past the mid sky, and later he tries to go to bed covering the dark side of the night.
But some beggars look at Albrecht from afar and begin to flee to the far right of the burinake.
“Get them. Don't kill me.”
Richard leads a few knights on a leap. The red hair coming up to your neck blows like a flame in the wind.
‘I don't know anything else, but I'm going. ’
In fact, I've often heard that redheads vary from region to region, but they are bad luck. Women were called witches, and men were often shunned by being called demons. But Albrecht was cool to watch.
Richard draws his sword and threatens the beggars as they flee. The other knights draw their swords and surround the beggars. They knelt on their knees and prayed for nothing.
After Richard says something, they turn their heads and look at Albrecht. I didn't know it when I saw it from afar, but everyone looked dazzled as if they couldn't believe it. The golden armor was visually too irritating for people of this age.
Richard and his knights drive men around like shepherds in front of Albrecht.
It was a group of twelve men and women, all squishy, with thick, eyed cheeks. For how long they had not washed, their heads were covered in bread, their clothes were torn apart, and they were all carrying strange bags with unknown identity.
They all bow their heads in frightening glances. The two hands holding the coffees together in their chests tremble. However, I spilled my blood to see the golden armor again.
“Where do you come from? ”
Albrecht asks beyond the veil. However, no one answered. I didn't know if I could say. Wouldn't they kill you if they found out you were an outsider?
“Well, we're from Rheinburg. ”
One of the dogs said courageously. It was one thing to die without answering a nobleman's question. The man in the golden armor seemed to be the one called the King in the North. Who in the world wears that kind of armor?
He won't spare the nobles, or even kill the king, and their lives will be ruined. I just prayed in my heart for God's life and begged again.
Albrecht stumbles upon his memory. Rheinburg was one of the lands west of which he had just invaded. It was a town where Hermann had already killed the lord and fled.
It seems these are refugees from the west. Albrecht told them.
“Soon the sun will set and we'll camp together. ”
The refugees were confused without understanding. Albrecht said, not caring.
“Light a campfire over there. ”
Specifically, the refugees were shaken and then moved on.
Albrecht sets a bonfire not far from them.
One campfire was warmed by Albrecht, Eurgen, and Richard, and dozens of knights nearby warmed themselves by burning campfires.
As Albrecht strips off his helmet, the refugees roar. What does the infamous, praised king look like? Even though I received the light of the campfire, I couldn't see well because it was dark.
The Crucible Milky Way appeared to be there from the beginning. And the stars took one or two positions to scour the world.
Albrecht's group doesn't have their own travel gear, so they pour their dinner with hard bread and wine in their leather pockets. The refugees who were beggars were noticeable.
“Yurgen, we'll go to the outpost early tomorrow, have breakfast, and give them all the leftovers. ”
“I understand.”
Yurgen answers and gets up and instructs the knights.
Knights took Jerky, Cheese, and Hard Bread from the horse saddle and handed them to the refugees. With their eyes wide open, they looked like they didn't know if they were dreamy or alive.
I made a cold look on my face and literally started eating tear-watered bread. Albrecht looks back at them.
Perhaps they were driven here by the Bedouins. In the first place, Autoran summoned Vidoukin because of him. I didn't feel guilty about that.
If you go back to the cause, it was because you didn't know the end.
Isn't the world already chaotic without morality? Weren't the Bedouins constantly invading the area?
It wasn't because of me, but because of me, it was an unanswered question. However, the aftertaste was bitter.
Only the sound of firewood blazing, and the Knights, including Albrecht, are silent. So the refugees didn't speak, either.
“Bring me the one you answered earlier. ”
Then Yurgen got up and summoned him. I gave her something to eat, so I came to Albrecht and sat on my knees, staggering.
He glances at Albrecht's face. The elongated scar caught my eye first, and then I quickly bowed my head when I encountered an indifferent blue eye.
“I heard the Bedouins killed you and pillaged you. Is that correct? ”
“Well, yes. They're demons, not people. ”
The man trembles at the thought of it. Bedukind is against himself in the future, so Euergen, Richard and the knights are listening to him.
“Why the devil? What did you do? ”
“He, four, tied two, two hands, and then he sliced his stomach, cut his stomach, guts out and killed him. He put oil on an elongated tomato, a log skewer and then he sewed him from the bottom to his mouth. He cut off his head, cut off his head, put it on a pole. I don't know what to call these people, me, except the Devil. ”
The man barely spoke, slapping his elongated teeth.
The knights' expressions do not change, but they creep me out. How can there be so many of them?
Albrecht listens quietly and feels strange. I heard they have their own civilization. That's what you're doing?
Most people on the North Continent have not yet completely stripped off their barbaria, but they seem to be staying in barbaria as much in battle as in their outdoor lifestyles, such as clothing or homes.
But the refugee man continued, saying, "We're not done yet."
“He, and, he, they eat people. I-I saw it with my own eyes. One of the knights, yo, fought bravely, and he died by their hands, and I saw him tear a dead man's limb and roast it in the fire. ”
By this time, the knights who were listening to the man frowned. Yurgen and Richard were the same.
"When you eat a strong person, you get that power, or something? ’
“I see. Now go. ”
Albrecht says, the man bows and returns to his seat.
Either way, you can see that the Bedouins are nothing. The question was, if I was going to kill them all, it was almost a nationwide migration.
Albrecht is an adult if he needs to be, and he kills them all for nothing, but hundreds of thousands.
I used to think that killing Philip made a difference between killing one person and killing ten, a hundred, and a thousand people.
Albrecht still didn't know the answer, but at that time he killed Philip, thinking he had no choice but to save lives.
How about hundreds of thousands? How much more can you save by killing hundreds of thousands?
Hundreds of thousands were not just numbers. The Devil in the heart says they're not human, so they're fine.
Albrecht watches the campfire and listens to the devil with one ear, but with one ear he spills. I just thought about it. It was like putting your hand on a rocket launch switch that was destroying the world.
Unexpectedly, the conquering monarchs of Earth's history came to mind. Together they were masters of war and butchers. Of course they wouldn't have to suffer for killing people.
Why are you still so hard on yourself? Of course, it's influenced by modern memory, but what's left to suffer for? Must something remain? I don't know.
Albrecht is not as depressed as he used to be, but his shiny blue eyes are deepened by the scorching light of the campfire. First of all, it was to destroy their armies.
The next day, Albrecht took the refugees back to packing. Then he bounced off a gold coin.
A man who talked to a refugee yesterday was leaning down, and his eyes opened wide as the gold coins fell on him.
“It's an advance. Take it and go wash up in town. Then, get paid while working here. ”
The engineers who make the roads were confused, but whose orders were they to throw up? I just looked at the faces of people who were doing shit, and I just let them come to work later.
Albrecht runs behind the men. Yurgen picks up the flag, and Richard follows him with the axe. Dozens of knights followed.
The refugees grope behind Albrecht's growing back.
It was like saving a dozen people, but Albrecht didn't care.
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