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Balthazar retreats, leading his forces. If the enemy knights were pursued, they would have suffered heavy damage, but most of the enemy knights have not been pursued.
As he retreats, he looks back, and the King in the North stares at him. If you were watching him, I liked the complex mix of despair and meetings, emptiness, and awe.
Balthazar wanted to be king. When I was a child, I saw a king invading his country. He immediately surrendered and held a banquet.
There were many beautiful women by his side, and he had all kinds of expensive jewelry on his hands, wrists, and neck. The knights and lords around you smile as they drink elongated liquor.
Balthazar was neither a beauty nor a glittering jewelry. It was the king's power that captured Balthazar.
Many folded their heads and waists in front of the king, and they were in a hurry to see the king's notice. I want to be like that. But how?
The only way to become a king is to lead an army and receive a pledge of allegiance with the surrounding lords. Where do they gather their troops?
Balthazar decided to impersonate him to become king. Following the king who surrendered his father, he became a servant. I observed him by my side and studied how he became king.
He was good at blackmailing and convincing knights. From time to time, I used to lead knights around the territory and see well-preserved villages.
The knights' eyes gleam with greed. The king acted as if he had given the village to the magistrate, but he did not give it easily.
He did not spare praise for the knight who did what he wanted to do, and occasionally made a recommendation.
It was a shallow number, but a good lesson for Balthazar. Even though it was hard for the king to take the position of knight, he paid me a bribe.
Soon after, a man named Zigmunt attacked. The king resisted, but was shattered in an instant.
I don't know what the criteria are, but Zigmunt saves a few and kills a few and puts the kingdom in his hands completely.
Balthazar ordered his acolytes to copy his ways, but the man named Zigmunt looked down at himself coldly and did not mix words.
Somehow, Zigmunt did not become king on his own, even though he could face the king himself.
Balthazar returned home soon after his father died and inherited his land.
But what are they doing in these walls? I had no choice but to settle down in the countryside and issue two doors.
Then I heard that the young king and King Leopold fought, but Zigmunt summoned most of the apostles, but did not summon him.
Am I that insignificant? Many Feudal Lords tried to spare their own troops by using chi, but their pride was impaired because they could not summon themselves.
A few years later, a crusade broke out. Balthazar can't stay stuck in the countryside forever, so he sold the territory and joined the fight.
That's where I met Philip. And soon, Philip became his role model.
Philip showed me how the whole area is dominated. As long as there are 100 soldiers, you only need 10 of your troops to take over the whole.
It was 90 like sand anyway. It was enough to become the leader of the group by increasing the number of people by threatening and convincing them with their own full force of 10, and by taking over 30 people completely.
Balthazar seems to be shimmering overhead. In the land of God's blessing, he was reborn once again.
Because there were so many crusaders, not even Philip could hold them all.
Balthazar goes straight to the Lord Commander. First of all, I started grilling decent people.
He explained the land flowing with milk and honey in the Eastern Continent as if it were his own sheep, which he would give if he captured.
Those with skeptical perspectives become adulterous, and those who aim for their positions take their pods away, and if necessary, they do not hesitate to intertwine with the lords.
And it always triggered their anxiety. You create a sense of danger that Philip might devour the army if he fails.
In fact, it was. Philipp prefers to banish the lords through pruning and skip the troops.
Balthazar summons his forces in that way, and sees Albrecht. The presence seems to have released a wild beast. How can there be such a person?
He was different from the king or Philip who served him as a child. You confidently put yourself in the front and attracted the knights.
Knights gathered at him like fanatics. No. Was it that easy?
But he doesn't seem interested in taking over the whole thing, even though he has a lot of knights. It's a pity for him, but he's not going to be king. This was Balthazar's assessment.
I thought Balthazar had the advantage of taking advantage of the opponent on his own.
In Lucretia, he looks down on himself with contempt. Yes, now I may seem trivial, but one day I will make you bow your head.
I've heard that the vanguard set off for the eastern continent and Albrecht destroyed 100,000 armies of Amas. Oh, my God! Really?!
And soon after, I heard that they had repaired the Holy Land. This is how I wanted it to end.
After the cause that had originally come to Ramus disappeared, the forces he had only used and gathered had been dissolved. It was empty.
Ramus is in chaos, and it looks like we're done here. He led the remaining 100 troops as far as the rats' tails and headed back to the center.
A strange crowd, neither mercenaries nor the lord's army, roams the middle. You could have driven out the trivial lords and taken possession of their lands, but you couldn't lose something big while coveting something small because you were about to become king.
So I wandered around the suburbs and plundered civilians.
How long has it been? I heard a man named Albrecht muster troops from the north. I thought about going there, but then I remembered looking at myself with his contemptuous eyes.
I instinctively felt that if I served under him, I could not be king.
With years of expedition, he completely conquered the North and became the most powerful king in the world. And they called him the Great King, not just the King.
I thought Balthazar had a chance. You wander around the middle, stimulating the Lord's anxiety, and starting to gather an army.
Albrecht had a serious setback as he disbanded his troops in the middle, but he managed to gather back and forth.
And I went into pruning like Philippe. The lords looked at disbelief and skepticism, but each time, they bound together to show the rosy future and the hopeless future.
But this is something. His overwhelming power, deception, maneuvers, and mounted battles have been completely defeated.
He was overpowered and self-tightened by the god of thunder, not man. Is that the real king? But you can't do that! I can't do that!
Balthazar was unfair and angry. If he is a true king, how can a man like himself be a king?
He was retreating due to a complete tactical defeat, but there were surprisingly few casualties. But what do we do now? I felt the eyes of disbelief toward me.
Balthazar is in a hurry. If we keep going, the army will be destroyed. And his dreams are shattered. I will be king! You will be king!
The lords keep pressuring Albrecht to kill them if they return to their territory. It seemed to work when I persuaded him enthusiastically, for example in the north. In fact, Albrecht killed all the nobles of the North.
Balthazar decides to lead the army first and head southeast towards the Middle East. Zigmunt, who has the most powerful force in the Middle Kingdom, but has never been in combat.
Now I have to absorb his army. It seemed unlikely otherwise. After a long battle, you can't see the willingness to fight because of the army you lead.
Honestly, I didn't want to fight Albrecht either. However, he occupied an area that was strong enough to defend himself, and he thought he would be too. My dream isn't over yet.
Balthazar is increasingly on the horizon and has begun to enter the south-east of the central mountains, valleys and valleys.
The weather became winter when I was one day old, and the soldiers who were frostbitten started to come out because they didn't prepare well for warming.
Balthazar shakes in the cold, opening his cloak tightly on top of his horse. He crouched and begged like a rat.
The king of the rats was leading a swarm of 20,000 rats into the culprit's jaws called Zigmunt.
Instead of conquering the central lands, Albrecht began to build bridges with the moon rolls.
If we just push our troops into the middle like this, our supplies will not be smooth because of the river, and we will starve to death in the cold of winter. So I decided to build bridges on strategic nodes.
You summoned the city's engineers to design and started building a bridge with a stone stone stone columnar.
Across the bridge from the south to the north, there is a hill not far away, and a stronghold will be built on it as a strategic node. On the other hand, if you cross from north to south, the plains are spread out.
The civilians may not be uncomfortable to pass by, but you have constructed a bridge at a pressure point for an army coming up from the south.
The problem was, the money started getting tight. I sold slaves for a fortune, took control of the king's path, and drank the merchants' money like water, but it was still lacking.
In the meantime, the Licence Knights command and development of territory for Hrrolf and Gunnar have been costly, and the salary has been paid to all knights and soldiers due to the nature of the Albrecht military, and the funds have started to run out quickly.
Due to the winter rush, the trade shrinks, so the incoming money decreases.
It's embarrassing, but you sold some quality Northern fur-like moon equipment against the soldiers. But I still didn't have enough money.
I decided to take a loan to the bank. I sent someone to Halstadt to lend me a million gold coins.
Getting a loan from my own bank made me feel weird, dirty and funny. I didn't think it was unfair or embarrassing for the dwarves.
They were still their friends, and they had already helped each other a lot. If you start wishing for more, your friendship breaks, and Albrecht doesn't want to.
Soldiers wear expensive fur cloaks and carry materials for building bridges like wood and stone in leather gloves.
It snowed all day. Construction was not easy. However, to swiftly sweep through the middle of the spring, we had to work hard in winter.
Albrecht also wore a silk robe and wrapped his neck in a cloak full of fox fur. Get on the Linderhorn and take a look around the construction site with Rosamund.
Ever since the Battle of Wrightingen, Albrecht has been forcibly accompanying Rosamund.
To make sure that people were reminded of who their queen was, who the king's wife was, and that no matter what happened, she would not be harmed.
Albrecht and Rosamund walk alongside each other in fur cloaks, followed by Herman, Jurgen and Richard. Dozens of knights were escorted around a little further.
Elongated white breath emanates from Albrecht's mouth, but Rosamund does so in the Northern Hemisphere, but does not feel much cold. I was just lowering my head a little to make sure I didn't have to see anyone.
Albrecht nods at Rosamund, smiling and saying,
“It's been a while since I've been on a date. ”
Rosamund turns his head to look at Albrecht as if to ask him what he is talking about.
“So, let's go explore the land without owners. The construction is on track at this rate, so everyone will be on their own. Do you want to go? Let's go.”
Where did that overwhelming charisma go when he was in battle, and Albrecht, in front of Rosamund, was not a martyr.
Rosamund had such a cute, loving and painful husband. But I couldn't think only of myself. He tried so hard for himself, but he couldn't act only according to his feelings.
“Okay, let's go. ”
Rosamund smiles slightly. Albrecht smiles at her, his chest tightening, but not outwardly.
“Then what's the delay? Let's go right now. ”
Albrecht turns his horse and runs to the bridge. Rosamund followed, and the knights followed.
Albrecht looks back and commands the knights.
“Fetch your rations. I'm going out for a few days. ”
In the middle of the winter? The knights were confused, but who would dare throw up? I just went to the garrison and brought some dry food.
Albrecht leads the knights who join him with the food and heads back to the temporary bridge. Randolph and Carpen were talking about something near the bridge.
“Your Majesty, where are you going? ”
Randolph looks at Albrecht and asks. I felt like I was talking to Carpen about something.
They had a bad relationship, but when working together, they excluded emotions and worked together.
“I'm going on a date with Rose. Why? Follow me?”
Albrecht smiles brightly at his loyal friend. With Albrecht in a good mood, Randolph smiles because he's feeling better, too.
“No, Your Majesty, you didn't even want to talk about the fun part? I'll go with you. ”
Carfen said mean things. Albrecht still smiled.
“Richard, Jurgen. You two don't have time for this. Take charge of the garrison. We're gonna hang out. ”
Richard bows his head as if he knew, and Urgen's eyes widen. Well, technically, I have the best chance, don't I?
Whether or not Jurgen says so, Albrecht joyfully smiles, leading Randolph, Herman, Carpen, and dozens of knights across the makeshift bridge with his wife.
It was a lean winter, but it was a wild winter outing. Albrecht, Rosamund, and dozens of knights rush through the white snowy fields that have yet to reach human footprints past the soldiers under construction.
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