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In fact, the openness of the inland caused a greater change in the world than Albrecht himself thought.
Silk, tea, spices and pottery from the eastern continent reached Anglia by way of the king, and again the gems of Anglia reached the cities on the east coast of the North continent.
East and west, now North and South. The surrounding lands, commonly referred to as the King's Path, still made a lot of money.
In Bahro, commercially centered territories and cities across the North Continent were growing like sprouts with the water of a new age.
Among them, a great deal of wealth was accumulated without having to rely on agriculture.
Although it is not comparable to the territory that is beginning to develop into a proper city, it is also the inn village dominated by Lucas, for example.
Techniques were also propagated between regions, not just between goods, but also between goods manufacturing technicians, road packing technicians, architects, bricklayers, and blacksmiths.
The overall pie grew, and there was a gap in poverty. So far, it has not been a period in which people complained about the differences. There was a veil of history called identification that covered the next chapter.
There was a demand for luxury goods among those who accumulated wealth, which led to the development of art.
People celebrated Albrecht as a great king, enjoying a wealth they had never experienced before.
I didn't know how the king specifically enriched himself, but I did realize that after Albrecht put them under his feet, he began to eat well and live well.
The problem was the Confederacy of Southern Merchants. They also made an enormous amount of money as the interior was opened, but at the same time knew that their wealth and technology were leaking out.
Realizing that the center of trade is moving inland, they take action. First of all, it was baking Albrecht.
Gold and silver and precious goods, and beauty and pleasure, but the king refused any offer on the dagger.
I approached Sigmund, a chicken instead of a pheasant, but I think I can relate to him.
In exchange for supplies, he was authorized to use the trade routes in the future, and he surrendered to Albrecht.
Then he told the king about the trade routes because he is now the king's envoy, and offered him a duck's foot as he left his hand. The merchants have been eaten by sweets and discarded.
Investment and gambling had overlapping parts. The merchants thought ahead. But I didn't think as shallow as gambling addicts.
After all, I thought I could use Zigmunt as a window to convey my message to the king.
But he left the expedition to the west, and the king was swallowing the middle. If not now, when are you guaranteed rights?
Fortunately, the monarch left for Penbach and decided to leave for Albrecht.
It would have been nice if it had just been an intention to know, but as merchants grumbled, many snakes were bred in their stomachs.
Albrecht does not tremble. First, I felt like I needed to listen. Why did Erbin capture the merchants? I thought there must be a reason.
At Randolph's wedding, Bittenheim, who was a holiday festival, appeared from afar and didn't care for it at first, but the number was quiet in a flash, reaching hundreds of people.
The knights are marching into town in lines, much larger than their numbers.
Wittenheim had developed more than Albrecht had over a decade ago, so there was plenty of space.
But in addition to the people gathered for the festival, the knights and the prisoners...), the town square quickly became crowded and crowded.
The civilians have been scattered to places that have been carved into the surrounding mountains and made like stairs so that they can flee at any time in an awkward atmosphere.
Albrecht sits on a wooden box on the other side of town. It may have been overly formal, but his presence alone has left it to be offset.
Albrecht was a self-imposing king, not a magnificent king.
Rosamund sits next to Albrecht, and before him, the new groom, Randolph, is puzzled and restrained.
Diego was restless. Thinking of his father-in-law and his wife, my heart thumped. What the hell is going on here?
The shadow of the house next to them covers them. Albrecht's blue eyes gleam in the shadows. I can see the merchants of the League chattering from afar.
You look away and you see the merchants they tied up with a rope. I really saw Giovanni and Valentina.
Her hair was tangled, and her fancy clothes were messed up. Whether he was calm or resigned, his expression was bold.
Later, Hervin walks confidently by Albrecht, leaving the prisoners behind. A gold seal proudly hung from the chest of his circus coat, meaning the knight in chief.
“By order of the king, Hervin von Simonberg, the leader of the Lysen Knights, has brought us knights. ”
Hervin kneels to the right and gives you an answer. Albrecht asked me about something else.
“Yes, it was a lot of hard work. Then why did you capture them? ”
Ervin raises his head and looks at the people around him for a moment.
“There's something you need to see first. Your Majesty."
One of Albrecht's eyebrows twitches slightly. I didn't answer my question right away. But I thought if Herbin said that, there must be a reason.
“What is there to see? ”
Ervin stood up quietly while maintaining his distinctive strength and calm expression.
I was leaning down a little while ago, and my brown forehead came down to my eyebrows.
“This way, please. Let me show you.”
I couldn't figure out why they told me not to follow Albrecht. However, the unusual behavior made the atmosphere even more uneasy.
Albrecht gets up quietly and follows Herbin. Rosamund, Diego, Randolph and Agnes follow. In the middle, a knight lays his hand on Diego's chest and blocks him.
Diego looks at the article. One of the world's strongest knights looks at him coldly. Diego's heart was pounding. Something's really wrong.
Albrecht glances at Diego and continues to follow Herbin. Hervin passes through the prisoners and heads for the wagon.
Albrecht meets Giovanni and Valentina in the middle. My heart was overwhelmed with complex and profound emotions that I had no way of explaining.
Soon after arriving at the wagon, you see a short column surrounded by cloth. Ervin picks up the cloth.
There was a man lying there who was overwhelmed, frightened to the sight of the common people.
His whole body is slashed and his left hand is invisible below his wrist. He was wrapped in cloth and bandages, but the cloth and bandages were covered in dry blood.
As the age passed, I couldn't transfuse everything else, so the man's complexion was pale as if he were going to die.
His face was covered with diagonal bandages, covering his left eye. The man barely looks at Albrecht with his right eye, moving his chin as little as possible.
“Your Majesty. This."
He tries to hand over the Illudians with a trembling right hand. The man was none other than Goeths, whom Albrecht had ordered.
Albrecht's eyes sank cold. Then he frowned.
It was different from when I was upset about the marriage. At that time, if I was angry at the fire because I had heard an unexpected insult in my life, my whole body would feel cold now.
Albrecht quietly accepted Illudia. There was blood everywhere. A heavy sinking voice comes from Albrecht's mouth.
“Who did this? ”
“Nose, Contarini. ”
Contarini was Diego's wife and Valentina's family.
Goetz painfully spits it out and closes his eyes. I thought I was dead, but I was breathing. Albrecht's frostbitten fury seems to subside a little. But Goetz is now at the edge of sleep and death.
“Rose, look at Goetz. ”
“Yes.”
There was nothing else Albrecht had Rose do. She was one of the most clinically experienced specialists in medicine.
Rosamund looks behind Agnes and says,
“Agnes, go get my ointment. Go to the room and open the drawer. ”
Then he climbs into the wagon, unwraps, lifts a cloth and examines the wound. The knights have been taking good care of you, but there's not much pus.
Albrecht looks away from Rosamund and Goetz. Hervin comes to the side and says,
“That soldier gave me this. ”
Then I put out a cloth. Albrecht opens his eyes. The cloth was covered in dry blood.
The shield was painted on a white base, and inside the shield was once again painted with a red base and a yellow straw symbol tied up and down. It was the crest of the Contarini family.
Even though he is the most powerful knight commander in the world, Erbin cautiously said, looking at Albrecht.
“Soldiers say the masked vigilantes have been attacking the Illudians. Isn't it strange? Who dares attack the king's messenger and the Illudians? Moreover, the evidence is too clear and suspicious. So on the way here, all the merchants were arrested. ”
“Well done.”
Albrecht simply paid off. I wasn't in a position to lower my prize.
Albrecht stood on his thigh, his golden embroidered black silk tunic, with his father's sword around his waist, looking down at the ground.
You use your right hand to wipe your beard and hold a bloody Illudian in your left hand. Thinking about it for a moment, I looked up at the people.
Hundreds of traders have been arrested. Tied up in a rope, everyone looks at Albrecht with eager eyes, begging for his life.
Diego approached Giovanni and Valentia, but was stopped by the knights.
“Lord! Valentina! Valentina! What's going on? Tell me about it!”
Together, almost a thousand people came for the festival and Diego's cry echoed the beautiful landscape of Wittenheim.
Albrecht turns his head again and sees the Wittenheims in a clearing cut away from the hillside.
They are making horrified expressions about the tragedy in Penbach. Randolph's grandfather was trembling, holding the family's hands tightly.
For a moment there, Albrecht was now the most powerful king in the world. Wittenheim was a man who could turn the whole of Oestern into a wasteland.
Albrecht turns his head again to look at the shadowy merchants next to the house. It was all the doors of the League of Merchants. And it was all gathered until the week.
They looked at what was going on, or what was going on, and muttered among themselves. Albrecht instinctively thought they were involved.
The boundaries between knights and robbers, soldiers and bandits were ambiguous. Merchants were also obscured by thieves' guilds, gangsters, and mafia.
“Catch them too. ”
Albrecht says small. But Erbin heard it loud. Then, pointing to the people in the Merchant Gate on one side, he said to his assistant,
“Haven't you heard the king? Come on. Get them in there now! ”
With Erbin's orders, the deputy looks up and walks to the senior knights.
“Your Majesty's orders are to capture them all! Take the knights and arrest them all! ”
Then, wearing a helmet and chain armor, wearing a black cross on a white top, the fully armed knights roared at the merchants.
You see an innocent glare beyond the nose shade helmet and the northern helmet.
Merchants have grown restless. Their plots, their plots, and their daggers must be used to assassinate them.
The Knights of the Lysen Knights waged a war against the North, and each one became a World First Aid Knight in the Wrightingen Field through an unprecedented Great War.
Very rarely, some have followed Albrecht since the Crusades. I continued my service in the Knights, considering Hansako territory.
“Come on, come on! We had nothing to do with this! ”
A merchant complains of injustice. But the knights were more fierce than ever. You slap the merchant's cheek with your black, rough leather gloves.
The merchant lets out a gasp of breath and spills steamy liquid from his mouth. The broken one dropped favorably.
The merchants surround the parties in surprise. But whether they did it or not, the knights brutally assaulted the merchants with their skilled and skilled skills emanating from their trained bodies.
It was still a time far from knighthood. The knights of this age were masters of violence, culminations of gangsters.
Even if they wanted to, it would be their life if Albrecht hadn't tied their necks to these wolves.
The knights followed Albrecht, drawn to something deep in their hearts, rather than the tedious and vain pleasures of plunder and robbery. And Albrecht made sure the rewards were realistic.
However, the knights had just been drawn by virtue such as nobility and virtue, not completely overlooked. It was because there was no concept of the 'and' of the canopy.
That's why I thought the place Albrecht pointed to was the place where justice would be done.
At any time, the owner unsheathes his collar, rushing at the opposing Pokémon with an eerie, natural move that shows lifelong sharpening and bruising.
The merchants were all overwhelmed in a flash. Everyone's hair became tousled and expensive clothes became shameful.
And I was dragged to where the prisoners were. Existing prisoners look desperate and look at the newcomers.
Not only the civilians around me, but also the alpine pastures, trembling with fear.
Albrecht turns to Lake Wittenheim. A white cloud floated in the blue sky, and the lake held the sky in its arms. It was gorgeous.
Looking at the lake, Albrecht thought about how to kill them.
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