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Albrecht told the villagers that if Herbin brings knights, he's headed to Oberburn. Especially if you come to Penbach or Wittenheim, he also said you'll find it.
Then he prepared to leave with a hundred soldiers. Soldiers are losers, so they are not equipped properly.
There were a lot of people with just bare hands without weapons, and a lot of people wearing only a coil covering their ears as to how they sold their helmets.
But funnily enough, their supplies were completely plundered when they fled.
A wagon led by a donkey and a wagon was loaded with pickled meat, cheese, and a sack of wheat.
“Hey, Randall. Take this, too."
“Asshole. Don't load the cart. You pick it up. The bastards stole it. ”
“Put my stuff away. ”
A young Randolph enters Albrecht's eyes far away. People used to call young Randolph "Little Randolph," and the Zichmaringen Change Bag used to call him "Big Randolph."
And again, the little Randolph was short for "Randall," or "Randall," or "Crocodile," or slang.
Tiny Randolph follows Albrecht for what he thinks. To be precise, I didn't follow Albrecht, I followed the soldiers.
As it is free in the world, little Randolph was responsible for the soldiers' various errands and hurdles. Unlike the Knight's acolyte, Albrecht thought there might be a future there.
Is it the Achilles? ’
Albrecht thought that for a moment, but he didn't. It seemed like my mother had died and made up her mind, but I was not comfortable following a child who was just 10 years old.
“Now, wait a minute. Don't give it all at once. I don't know who it is. Ah!”
After the soldiers left their spears, personal belongings, and junk to little Randolph for safekeeping, little Randolph grumbled.
Then one of the soldiers hit his back head hard, and his head swollen forward and his hair became tangled.
Igan, who is only 10 years old now, felt like he was in the hands of a soldier.
“Hey, you idiot. You have to do this to pay for food. There's a lot to talk about. Or it's not too late now, so stay in town. What the fuck? You don't even have blood on your head. Follow me.”
I didn't even know the soldiers' harsh consideration. Obviously, it was dangerous for a 10-year-old to just show up with soldiers.
And from another point of view, the soldiers are very light.) It might be a flagship ceremony.
Albrecht remembers his time in the war between the young king and King Leopold. Wittenheim's soldiers also had a popular ceremony.
As a child, little Randolph could not be beaten and could not be dressed like that.
But what does he know? Only the star-like will flashed in his eyes.
If he were an ordinary child on Earth, he would play ball with his friends on school grounds, or play a game in a fisticuffs room, but he seemed to live a life that was too harsh.
The problem was, everywhere in the world, it was on average. I couldn't count the children who lost their parents in the war and were left to starve to death on the streets.
Albrecht considers forcing the young Randolph to stay in the village. Achilles leaps from horse to horse, running to little Randolph.
“I'll help you.”
Aklia helped little Randolph tidy up his things.
“I don't need it! Go away!”
Little Randolph pushes Achillia hard on his shoulder, refusing to do her favors. Aklia staggers to the side, staring at little Randolph.
Little Randolph says he's sorry, but he doesn't look at Achylia and keeps packing his things in the cart.
“I'm fine, I'm fine. You don't have to help me. ”
Perhaps it was because he was ashamed of his young heart. It might have been better to pretend not to see it at this point, but Aklia couldn't have had that kind of mind.
“Breathe. Breathe. ”
Achylia tries to cry with tears in her eyes. At last, little Randolph is embarrassed to see Achylia. So were the soldiers around him.
No matter how familiar you are, the dwarf is a dwarf. Moreover, he was a dwarf with the king.
“Ah, Achilles. ”
Little Randolph doesn't know what to do.
“Aaahhhh!”
Achilles' heel bursts into tears. Albrecht drives his horse to Achylia.
“Achillia, come here. ”
Achylia continues to cry and opens her arms to Albrecht. Albrecht steps off his horse, holds Achillia in his arms, and climbs back on his horse.
“Chug. Chug. Ugh.”
In Albrecht's arms, Achillia tries to swallow her tears, bending and sobbing.
The soldiers around you don't know what to do when they see Albrecht. So was little Randolph. I just knelt on the ground and took off what was on my head.
Albrecht glances down at the small Randolph above the massive Linderhorn and says,
“You come with me. ”
Albrecht leaves the horse and runs toward the town entrance. The soldiers and little Randolph are stunned and unable to wake up. We're not gonna die, are we?
“Come on, you idiot. Go with the king. ”
A soldier barely recovers and tells little Randolph. Tiny Randolph gets up quickly, frozen, and chases after Albrecht.
The soldiers turn away, looking at the little Randolph, and stand up. And of all the things that were mixed up in the cart, he haunted them.
The Sieg Maringen Change Bag, a large Randolph, drives slowly through the procession of soldiers. Seeing Albrecht coming from afar, you nod your head.
“Your Majesty, we should be able to leave shortly. ”
“No, that's okay. You have seed. ”
Randolph's eyes widen with Albrecht's sudden words. What the hell are you talking about?
Albrecht turns his head and looks back at the eager little Randolph.
“You're the big Randolph, he's the little Randolph. Perfect, isn't it? ”
Randolph looks at Albrecht with a nonsense expression.
“I don't need acolytes. ”
“That's none of my business. It's only fair that you take out a shitty kid because I took out a shitty one. ”
It's obvious. Randolph stares at Albrecht with a dazed look on his face, and a little Randolph runs up and sighs.
The brown hair that came out of the coil was ruined, and I felt dirty just looking at it. Clothes were like rags and soup flowed throughout the body, including the face.
Albrecht looks down at little Randolph and says,
“Son, this is your master from now on. I know how to use a sword, so learn it well. I won't be beaten anywhere if I don't become a knight. ”
That's it. Albrecht drives back to Rosamund and Agnes at the entrance to the village.
Randolph and Randolph both look at each other foolishly.
Soon to be ready to go, Albrecht and Rosamund take the lead and lead the troops.
In the middle of the procession, the soldiers followed the wagon with the cart or carriage carried by the donkey.
Randolph takes the center. Diego takes the rear. It was a simple convoy, but without a commander, we couldn't even get it right.
The convoy was also meant to respond quickly to a surprise raid, but was also meant to systematically withdraw supplies.
When the stragglers form a stagnant formation and move around, the supply goes down without knowing where it leaks from.
Nothing much will happen to Oberburn, but this formation still gives me the feeling that the soldiers are standing still, too.
There were no symbolic flags of family or territory. There was no purpose. If there was a purpose, Albrecht was to return the soldiers safely home.
The soldiers weren't particularly well guarded, but they felt something stable. It was because the greatest knight in the world, the King of the North and Central, and the one who slaughtered the dragon and slaughtered the devil led them.
The villagers have left the village and sent Albrecht and his soldiers. Everyone took off their coils and shook them over their heads.
Albrecht raises his hand at a distance and steps out of the way. Then, a shadow falls on the earth, looking up at the sky.
The cloud covered the sun when it approached. It wasn't a crowded cloud, and there were gaps and sunlight leaked from it.
Warm sunlight shined on the world in a cool western light, and the world was covered in light gray. The sky was thin, so I didn't know if it would rain or not.
But it didn't matter if it rained. Then you just have to walk slowly.
Albrecht thought life was like this. When adversity struck, I thought I could just keep going steadily and quietly.
And as I looked around and looked at the scenery, I thought it was an opportunity to look back at things that had passed by.
Albrecht makes his way into the forest. The path was wide. The precious soil on the ground is firmly hardened, whether many have traveled for a long time.
There are roots of trees all over the ground. The stones protruding out of the middle don't look good for a cart or wagon, but they're not that bad.
The forest was filled with fresh, clear air emanating from the surrounding fir trees.
You hear a stream of valleys in the distance, and the snacks hear the songs of birds. Soldiers enter the forest, and the sound of dragging carts and wagons is added to it.
Albrecht walks alongside Rosamund in the lead. I took the stone out of my arms and looked around, but there was definitely something special about the energy I felt inside.
“Albert, how can you do that? That's offensive. ”
Rosamund frowns at the stone. Not only did I feel that way, but the energy coming out of the marble was not very good.
Albrecht glances at his wife and turns back to the stone. The sticky, crunchy energy was definitely not a pleasant feeling.
Achillia in Albrecht's arms looks at the stone and says,
“This is definitely different from what I've seen. I feel more energetic. The way my friends were touching me was almost like a rock. It's like it's alive. ”
The stone used by the Dwarves was to use what remains of the continent when Zairexius banished the monsters beyond time.
Then, after a long time, the horses lost a lot of magic. But Albrecht caught a vampire just a few days ago, and it was as good as new.
“I can't throw this away. ”
It was not an ordinary item, but I couldn't do it right away. It doesn't possess the skills of a dwarf. It's also practiced a lot of the knowledge of the dwarves' ancient weapons.
I think I should have it first, though, but I can't get rid of it with this constant burst of bad energy.
“Here's the deal. ”
Achilles picks up the stone and puts it in the front pocket of Dorae Xmont. Then the sinister energy disappeared, like a lie.
Albrecht looked at him and said,
“It's amazing every time I see it. What the hell happened to that bag? ”
“I don't know. I heard it was made long ago using the heart of a dragon called Teleaiza. Teleaiza was using magic to manipulate space. That's all I know. ”
Achilles was just born, so he didn't know much like Vervantos. As soon as I was born, I heard briefly about the Dwarf history from my friends.
Albrecht had nothing to say when he heard about the magic. Magic felt so unfamiliar to Albrecht, the modern-day sentiment of the Earth.
Of course, even though I didn't have modern emotions, I didn't think I could trust a normal person. Achilles spoke of dragons to the best of his knowledge.
“W-what did he say? Dragons are just like animals when they're born, but when they get older, they dream for a long time. Then he wakes up, chooses his own nature and identity, and then he does magic. and its nature is preceded by its name. ”
This was the first time Albrecht had heard of it.
“For example, a dragon called Kaigerius has the nature of 'the power to explode and the noble lord of dominion’. In front of the nature of power and domination are the words" exploding "and" noble ", respectively, and" monarch "determines identity. I've heard that dragons are usually like this. ”
Albrecht suddenly felt the strangeness of the waves rushing towards his head. You feel faint. You shake your head and snap at it. Why am I doing this?
“Albert, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
“Huh? Huh. It's okay."
Albrecht, the incarnate of health, pauses for a moment, and Rosamund worries. Albrecht consciously checked his senses with a large blink.
The sharp senses revived and everything around me touched my ears, eyes, nose and skin.
After a while, Albrecht came up with the title of Saumkeite or Baal Zebul.
Saumkeit naturally chose 'turbulent order and uneasy rest’. I did not hear the identity.
Baal Zebul had the nature and identity of "watcher of elegant instincts and vibrant plagues," if Janos was right.
However, knowing these things, there was nothing I could do right now. It was too different, too different from humans.
Achylia, in Albrecht's arms, touched Albrecht's hair and said,
“Do you know? Albert, when the day comes, people will do magic. I heard that when dragons waged the Great War, many dragons died, and released magic swayed the world as if they had life. Won't that be released to the world? There's no reason only monsters would show up. I think so. ”
Albrecht asked Bervantos when he was in Zairex if there was a wizard there. Vervantos screeches and squeals, "Can a human do magic?"
Perhaps Vervantos had some respect for dragons and took Albrecht's words in contempt. But Achylia had no fear of dragons.
Maybe Aklia was right. And if that's true, it wasn't just fighting monsters, it was undergoing a transformation.
What does the free magic have to do with the world? Will there really be wizards? So how do they deal with it? Should we crush the Wizard? Or should I encourage magic?
The wizards didn't know whether to breathe fire from their hands, teleport, manipulate the human mind, or anything, and there was no certainty. With this situation, there was nothing we could do.
Given the enormous and unrealistic concern, Albrecht quickly becomes mentally exhausted.
As a king, how to accept the wizard as a monarch was important, but also how to accept the common man.
Albrecht had long since abandoned his idea of fixing everything. Despite the wizard problem, the problem that was to come was a huge pile.
He wanted to inform the lord of any problems that could not be handled on a village basis, inform the high lord if the lord could not be handled again, and set up a system of ways to inform the king if the high lord could not be handled again.
However, in an age where there was no telephone, the system was too slow to operate. Even if the lords worked diligently, then the burden on the lords was too great. Albrecht is troubled again.
Suddenly, I remembered the guild of merchants. I thought we could make the Feudal System a basic framework for society and a specialized guild for hunting monsters with the king's permission.
As long as the magic stones were of monetary value, there seemed to be a line of people who could do anything dangerous.
It is essentially similar to mercenaries, but it is too expensive for ordinary people to hire mercenaries. It was kind of like a mercenary.
I planned to send people to the guild by collecting money from village to village.
I also wondered if I could pioneer and grade them and benefit them from the unknown.
What does the guild say? Do you want to join the Adventurer Guild? It seemed like the world was becoming more and more a fantasy.
But I couldn't help it. I thought that in a world where science had not developed for a long time, if we wanted to cover the entire continent, we had to borrow civilian power.
No matter how strong Albrecht was, he was not ten. I couldn't stop the whole continent by myself. That's why Albrecht wanted to get the most out of people.
He thought he was just the living soul of a changing human being by becoming the heart.
“Albert, look. ”
Albrecht looks down and falls into a state of mind, and Rosamund calls out next to him.
I look up and see two soldiers standing in the way from afar. Albrecht feels like they're endlessly cute.
Maybe this horrible, frustrating, wild world is as pure as a child compared to the coming transformation.
Chapter 25 Relative Pure Ends.
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