It was a strange sight. The weather is clear and sunny, with two soldiers splitting their heads and falling down, and the children were just tearing open the corpse's belly and searching inside.
From afar, Randolph wields his sword and drains the blood, rubbing it against the dead soldier.
Albrecht presses down on the hood, reaching out to the children and looking down on the horse.
The children look frightened at Albrecht's group at first, but strangely quickly calms down.
The frightened expression melts away, and you look up at Albrecht with a blabbermouth of eyes.
A cool blue eye looks at them in the shade of the hood. You feel a ferocious scar across your face.
“Why were you tearing open a corpse's boat? ”
Even though a person just died, one child said casually, pointing to the soldiers who died with an innocent look, without being afraid.
“Those guys said they were swallowing molars and rings and running away. He said he'd split up his stomach and feed him when he found him. ”
‘Bastards of the world. ’
Albrecht just feels dirty and not so angry. This was the world, this era.
“Rose, give the kids something to eat. ”
Rosamund steps off the horse and pulls out the dried bread and jerky from his saddle, as if he was waiting. The children's eyes became dazzled.
“You have to wash your hands and eat. ”
Rosamund washes the children's bloodied hands with a leather bucket. It smells nasty to the gut, but Rosamund doesn't mind at all.
As Rosamund approaches, the children are able to see her face inside the hood.
“Wow! You're so beautiful. I feel like an Elf!”
“It's you, angel! ”
Rosamund just smiles a little.
“Thank you.”
Rosamund washed their hands and gave them something to eat. The children ate bread and jerky poop. Unexpectedly, the Albrecht party is not alert.
because I've seen a lot of armed soldiers, and I'm used to getting food from them.
Albrecht looks down at the children who are eating the bread.
“Is there a village or castle around here? ”
Then one child pointed to the top without speaking. Perhaps there was a village or castle in that direction.
“How many of those dead bastards are there? ”
Then the children held food in one hand, folded one finger in one hand and counted one and two.
In the elementary school, there is no such world as the West Party, so it seemed that the numbers were not counted properly.
A child raises his hand to Albrecht and says,
“A hundred. A hundred. ”
“No, it's a thousand. ”
The children understood numbers simply as concepts. It meant a hundred, and a thousand, a great many.
I'm not sure, but it looks like they either lost the Wrightingen battle and didn't return home or didn't make it back. There seemed to be a lot of these here as well as everywhere.
Albrecht didn't feel particularly responsible here, but he couldn't just walk away from the tragedy that was happening in front of him.
“When you're done, give me directions. ”
The children simply glanced at Albrecht. In fact, the life before the Stragglers arrived was no different than it was now.
The old lord was no different from the bandit leader. I used to rape and enslave women all I wanted.
Beating people up, grabbing what they could find. Perhaps the Stragglers were better off. It was a world without answers.
While the children were eating bread and jerky for a while, the king of all the licensees just waited on the horse.
The children did not finish eating, but left some food in their arms. And I said to Albrecht,
“Follow me.”
Albrecht follows the children with his group. I walked a crooked path through the nocturnal gardens, not mountains, not hills.
Achylia sits in front of Albrecht, jumps down and approaches the leading children.
“Hey, what's your name? ”
Then, a boy about ten years old, who was told to follow, turns his head and looks at Achillia. Achylia's face is visible through the hood.
Then the boy's eyes turned to a flashlight. I was ashamed. I swung my head and spit out loud.
“Randolph.”
This time Albrecht and the people's eyes widened. Randolph looks Agnes in the eye and just gives her a big, stifling look.
Randolph's name isn't very common, but it's also not very unusual. I was surprised to hear there was only one name in the world.
Albrecht's group makes their way back without a word, and Akilia seems to soon get acquainted with the dwarf-like children.
“That's not what she said. I don't think he's gonna grow a horn on his ass. ”
“Yeah, it's worse than I thought. ”
Adults used to be furious when they first saw Dwarves, but the children reacted strangely. It seemed to them that they were just a pointy-eared kid.
Aklia said, sticking close to young Randolph.
“Hey, why aren't you talking? Do you usually have less words? ”
“Ugh, yeah? Oh, no, no, no. I talk a lot. ”
Albrecht's group gladly smiles at young Randolph's reaction. The boy's greed for innocence used to make adults smile.
Achylia looks back at young Randolph and suddenly says,
“Do you like me? ”
Then the young Randolph leaps as if barefoot in the fire. The reaction was more intense than expected, and all the adults, including Albrecht, laughed loudly.
“Hahahaha!”
“Hahahaha!”
The young Randolph's face is so twisted that he denies the pole.
“Bababah, I just saw you and I don't like you! Get away from me! Ugly pumpkin! ”
Achillia opens her eyes, and leaps up with a light stroke and takes a hold of young Randolph's back.
“Are you crazy?! Get down here! Hurry up!"
“I like you. Let's be friends.”
Having said that Achylia is good, young Randolph seems to be pinching his eyes separately. Then, when I tried to fall, the children around me quickly caught me.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, come on! ”
Albrecht's group laughs joyfully at the children's play.
There was a bright and pleasant atmosphere for the sunny weather in June. The crowded clouds walked through the sky with slow movements, and the children chatted loudly. The breeze was cool and people's minds seemed to lighten.
By the time the sun stepped into the middle of the sky for a leisurely walk, I noticed a village, a fortress, a homeless village, or an unknown place.
Then the smile fades slowly from Albrecht's group's face. I began to sink heavily.
The town is surprisingly large, and the walls are all around it.
I was used to being stuck somewhere. It was the same way the Central Army had installed on the banks of the river when they were fighting between the Buzzer rivers.
The town was burned once, and many houses were scorched and collapsed large and small.
It's not a ruin, it's an awkward pile of wood or a pile of stones, but it makes the town look even more bizarre.
A village of clumsy, stubborn pegs and bizarre molluscs blend together to form a monster.
It's not a gate, it's just an entrance, and two soldiers are guarding it. Albrecht just confidently said to the children,
“Thank you for the guidance. You guys stay here. Do not enter the village. Okay?"
On Albrecht's words, Achilles climbs down from young Randolph's back and sits back on his horse in front of Albrecht.
Albrecht leads his group to town, where a young Randolph summons Achylia.
“Ah, Achilles. You can't go in there. It's dangerous."
Albrecht pauses as he tries to pass by young Randolph. Achylia looks down at young Randolph on the horse, and young Randolph looks up at Achylia.
Achylia takes off her hood and reveals her face completely. Just getting sunlight passing through the Mediterranean, the long blonde sparkles.
With a cute and beautiful appearance like a baby angel, a soft smile was emitted between the stars. On its own, it made the viewer feel so warm and beautiful that they had no reason to be happy.
“Thank you, Randolph. But I'm okay. I'm waiting here. We'll play later. ”
Young Randolph stares at Achillia dazed. Albrecht drives his horse back to the beast's jaw.
Wearing a large cloak and pressing down on the hood, a horde of riders suddenly appeared and approached from a distance, causing the guards to panic.
However, two soldiers were embarrassed and blocked the entrance with a barricade made of stakes.
One of you leaps inside to spread the word, and one of you holds the spear in trembling hands, blocking the group behind the barricade.
As Albrecht approaches, the soldier stammers.
“Nu, who are you? Identify yourself!”
Albrecht said softly, taking off his hood.
“I am Albrecht, king of all the licensees. Get me the head of this place. ”
The soldier stares at Albrecht for a long time, frozen with a stupefied expression.
I opened my eyes wide and looked straight through, but my brain didn't spin, so I had to identify it for a long time. What king?
The soldiers who were scattered in the Battle of Wrightingen, technically, have not surrendered to Albrecht yet.
And stuck in the walls, I didn't know Albrecht had killed the kings of all the licensees.
But how can I forget the charisma that alone overwhelmed 30,000 troops? The scar across the blue eyes and lips was definitely the King Albrecht of the North.
Later, Albrecht was recognized by the soldier's brain, and he remembered that Albrecht had cut, cut, and torn people apart like a bell.
The soldier opens his eyes wider and trembles. Then you make a sound of freezing.
“Uh-huh. ”
Given Albrecht's condition, I don't think I'll be able to talk to him for a while. He leaps off his horse.
As you approach the entrance of the village, you flash up and throw the heavy peg barricades you two barely have to pull.
Then he came back and climbed the Linderhorn. You drive your horse past the soldier and into town.
The landscape in the town was truly bizarre. It was like seeing a primitive civilization separate from the rest of the world.
To be precise, the village buildings were supposed to be in this world, but there were strange structures everywhere.
I caught a chicken or a goat and made some symbols around it. I built a tree that was only an adult tall, tied branches together to form a round body, and then hung a goat's head in front of it. You can see the bloodstain in the goat's eyes.
Soldiers dressed in filthy and untidy equipment stare at Albrecht's group.
Albrecht's group looks around with a grumpy look. What the hell was that place? What the hell did you do?
And after a while, I saw a man far away. I was taking off my torso and wearing only my pants and boots, and I covered my torso and face with white powder, and I put black charcoal all over my mouth and eyes again.
The man stares straight at Albrecht's group. There was a demonic madness in his eyes.
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