* * *
After destroying the Horzans, all the Bedouins south of Siegfringen have fled home.
It was impossible to kill hundreds of thousands of them in the first place. The Horsas were a remarkably large force, in fact, lacking a small tribe.
When the massacre almost evaporated to the garrison, including Hegist's army, everyone panicked and fled.
Albrecht released his army to escort the villagers back home. I burned the Urminsu and pulled down everything that had been cruelly hung from it to bury it.
Whatever else caused the funeral, it seemed to have impressed the residents of Siegfringen.
They accepted Albrecht as just a conqueror of the North that had never existed before. And the conquistadors were usually vicious and vicious. And you're giving people burials?
There was nothing special about Albrecht's funeral. Just because I wanted to draw the line with the barbarians in people's minds. It wasn't religion, it was humanity, and I wanted to draw a line with the Bedouin Kint.
Setting an example for the dead meant that people would leave the barbaria and move on to the civilized world.
Of course, the North continents have not yet completely stripped of their savagery. Murder, rape, and genocide are common in wars.
That's why burial doesn't mean that everyone quickly gets rid of barbarity and realizes humanity, but Albrecht thought it was wrong to leave the dead behind by logs.
No matter what Albrecht thinks, people truly think Albrecht is great. The strongest warrior, conqueror and protector of man.
The words that began with the knights and soldiers began to rise and fall from people's mouths. Lord Albrecht, look down on us.
Although most of the North should be warmer in June, the area with Siegfringen Castle was only as warm.
It was located in the north, and the cold breeze from the mountains to the north, and the sea energy from the west beyond the realm of Bedukind, were making the summer of Siegfringen good.
A large river extending from the North-Eastern Mountains split into two, at the point of the Siegfringen Castle.
On a low, vertically carved rock wall, surrounded by wooden walls, the castle also had three-story sub-castles made of wood.
But people were tearing it all down. These were the engineers Albrecht called in from Calteren.
I've heard that the basic parts, including the resistance of Hoen-Caltern, have already been completed and have remained like the outer wall.
You called in the technicians who used to work for the dwarves and decided to rebuild Siegfringen Castle.
Instead of building the walls separately, the terrain on the rocks was not that wide, I decided to build a resistance into the masonry along the ridge of the vertical rock wall.
Either way, Albrecht had to stay outside because of the construction. There was a large tent in front of the construction site, where Albrecht and Rosamund lived.
The playful breeze of dawn gives you a glimpse into the entrance of the tent, as if to peer into the couple's lives.
Albrecht was washing himself naked. The signs of wandering in Lloyd Beck have become scars and engraved all over the body.
I spread the water from the basin with both hands, rubbed my neck several times, and wiped my face and neck with a clean towel that was lying next to me.
I turned my eyes and saw Rosamund lying on the bed. She was naked, too, but she tucked the blanket up and covered it. There was a smooth curve on the duvet. She opens her sleepless eyes and looks at the slimy Albrecht.
Recently, the relationship has been strange and strange. It doesn't look like it was a fight, but it felt like something cold was flowing, and it wasn't a night stand that I wanted, but the conversation was reduced.
Albrecht wore nothing but silk underwear, a silk tunic and high-end fabric on top of which he wore black elk leather boots. Then I put two bags of the sword my father gave me and the Illudian sword in my waist.
“I'll be back.”
Rosamund said nothing. I just nodded my head. Albrecht makes his way out of the tent, then comes back and gives Rosamund a small kiss and leaves. Rosamund falls asleep again, tucked in his blanket.
Albrecht makes his way to the garrison in front of his tent. The Knights follow Eugene, Hermann and the others. Most of the soldiers were still asleep, but some were awake.
Unlike before, the soldiers were not so upset and showed Albrecht a light example with familiar movements.
Going to the place of delivery, the soldiers are preparing a busy meal. They also gave Albrecht a light example.
There was no history of solitary illness, and it was not a world with ingredients to cook in.
There were only soldiers in charge of rationing. It may not taste good, but when the king ate, at least there were no maggots.
Albrecht sits roughly on a rock under a nearby tree. There couldn't have been a table or a chair where the soldiers would eat. I just ate in a bowl and sat everywhere.
Albrecht is lost in thought, waiting for a meal. It's something I always feel, but when I go into action, I get a lot of variables and a lot of planning changes.
One week after defeating Hegist, he was on his way to attack the rest of the enemy.
However, after resettling the locals, clearing the debris, repairing or rebuilding the building, keeping security, and controlling the merchants, time just passed like the wind.
Unlike defeating Heinrich and Karl, it was also a bordering area for Veles, so many Veles merchants came to visit, or many Veletians came to join the war.
Accepting them, training them, and reorganizing their troops took time. Albrecht initially thought 10,000 troops were the right line, but now it is 15,000.
Fifty thousand of them were troops of supplies, security forces, or outposts on the road.
The problem was money. The bank's money was desperate, but it was now inevitable to bite. War is not actually a fight with the enemy, but a fight with money.
Once public works such as road packaging had to be stopped, there were unemployed people in Hamelstrom or Calteren. Of course, they were basically peasants, so they didn't just starve to death.
However, people didn't make money, so consumption was reduced and the game was shortened. Now Albrecht is "a war to end a war," and he's in a position to fight for money.
After defeating the opposing Pokémon quickly and taking their loot, you feel like you need to disband the troops temporarily after the work in the north is done.
Reality seemed to have an excellent ability to make people shit themselves in many ways.
“Your Majesty.”
Randolph came to Albrecht one day. Behind you are the Licence Knights.
“Sit down.”
Randolph sits a little distance from Albrecht, and so does he.
It's been four years since the war began. With repeated battles and ruling, the executives are now experiencing more and more experience, allowing them to relax.
I watched the knights around me clearly acknowledge the 1st and 2nd factors – Herman - together.
As expected, Herman sits next to him, wondering if this might not be the case. Albrecht just glances at him and looks away. You're still a child.
Soon there was a meal. A loaf of wheat, a loaf of hard bread, and an apple. Albrecht was eating like a soldier because he wanted to make it feel like the commander was not in the sky before, but with the soldiers.
It was Albrecht's principle that if soldiers eat badly, they should eat badly, and if they want to eat well, they should eat well.
Albrecht dips bread into wheat, drinks it, and bites the apple in a big slice. It was a red apple. It wasn't from North Busan, it was from South Busan.
The price was also high, but it was not easy to get enough for all the soldiers. Nevertheless, Albrecht insisted that he eat it once a week and every morning. I don't know if the soldiers know this heart.
“Randolph, how are the three coming along? Have you seen her? ”
Albrecht asks as he eats, Randolph drinks the wheat and says, chewing less ground and less cooked wheat grain.
“I'm just going to let you vote. Maybe I'll be my deputy Adler or Erbin. ”
It is not yet officially appointed, but no one knows that Randolph will be appointed as the Siegfringen Change Bag. Once I got the title, I had to put the knights down.
The order to come down later was to give the land to the knights themselves rather than the title. The knight commander was a lifetime job unless it was impenetrable, unless it was something special.
Two years after the invitation was founded, he sneaked away, and two generations took over for five years, so something special happened.
“Ervin? I've never heard of you. ”
Albrecht saw Adler, Randolph's deputy assistant, a few times in the way, but he didn't know Herbin.
“When the Master used to lead the Knights, do you remember Ulrich, one of the leading knights? Now it's Zairexl's turn, Ulrich's turn. ”
Albrecht nods lightly as he looks at it.
“Since I was a kid, I've had knight classes, swordsmanship, and most of all, the ability to lead knights. I told you the nomads raided Zairex once. If it wasn't for Hervin, I'd be fucked. ”
At that time, Randolph might have been able to find a way to ambush himself if he had followed a pre-fabricated plan.
However, Erbin, who was in charge of the scouts, knew the surrounding terrain, and even though he was making a large circle around it, he promised to go behind the hill and light a torch and go.
Of course, even though it was hard to light a torch and go, Erbin, the tactician, was leading the way.
Albrecht hears of the bear, Adler is skilled at managing knights as a worker, and Erbin seems to be at war.
The 1,000 knights under Albrecht now had 700 licensed knights and 300 earls, barons and officers. But all 300 of them were from the Licence Knights.
The position of Master of the Licence Knights was an important position in the northern aristocratic community, where Albreclaimed.
‘I'm sure they'll take care of it. ’
Nevertheless, even Albrecht himself could not interfere. He was indispensable to two generations, even if he pointed to three.
They also now had their own traditions and cultures and had to respect them.
Albrecht eats and rides on the Linderhorn. You lead Randolph, Hermann, Yurgen, and the Knights across the river to look at the people.
Around Siegfringen Castle, people form clouds like cities. He repaired the broken house, plowed the field again, cut down the trees in the nearby forest and built a new house, and the merchants sold supplies to people.
All sorts of architects, architects, bricklayers, and merchants flocked to the ruins of Bedukind.
When Albrecht passes, they take off their hats or coffees and bend over until he passes.
People lived lively and hopeful, but in their vigor and hope, Albrecht's money lay underneath.
Albrecht looks at them and thinks he needs to gather his troops for the money, not the others.
I looked around at the people for a long time and ran to the nearby field. Other people do not follow Lindehorn's speed, except Randolph.
You continue to ride your horse, enjoying the wind and scenery of Zeke Maringen, while Wilhelm rides on his horse. He was tasked with scouting and monitoring the trends of the enemies to the north.
“Your Majesty, I have some bad news. ”
“What's going on? ”
“The Bedouins and Otto have teamed up. ”
Any commander would have had news like the Blue Ceiling Power, but Albrecht felt like some good news.
< 152 > End