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The first thing I heard was from the Knights. It is reported that the Romulans are coming down from the north.
At first I thought they were attacking, but they said they were escaping to the south to avoid the Northern Warriors.
It is a world without its own concept of statistics, so no one has known the population of Lomubas in the past.
Hundreds of thousands of Lomumbas flow into the north as the tide rises. Some tried to pillage, but the Knights scattered their horns.
Originally, they were also moderatelyfavorable people, but they didn't have to deal with the Northern Warriors. They were even more unparalleled to the Knights who had mastered systematic tactics.
The good news was that, unlike Vidoukin, he was a communicative opponent. Hermann and Randolph followed what they learned from Albrecht.
He lent them food and money, and made them build their own homes. Albrecht supported some old crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes from the southern continent.
Due to the time when nature dominated humans, it was a garage full of places to prune and sow the land if security was certain.
The problem was the warriors of the North. Perhaps not as organized as Albrecht's army, so the supplies have not yet come down to the north.
They had to distribute local supplies through their culture and habits at the time to the warriors, and therefore could not become a unified supply.
Moreover, it was practically impossible for the Lomumbas to descend to the north by road because they were not naturally a well-fed and wealthy nation.
Albrecht recognized that Ljurik was leading the northern warriors. I also heard the news of Ragnar, the boy hero.
Albrecht, who fought Horik, the stag king of Romba himself, killed countless strong men, is simply grumpy.
Only, I once visited Karagat, one of the northern cities, to come down south with dragons, and I remembered that the captain's son was Ragnar.
Because Dongmyung was common here or there, he might not be the kid he saw, but I thought he would be the kid because he was a "boy hero."
Around June, the Northmen who sat in the Romulans' quarters sent word that they were reluctant to fight against the Risen Kingdom and wanted to trade.
If it had been the same in the north or the middle, it would have been a huge social problem because of the Lomumbas, but the current kingdom of Lisen had enough room to accept the Lomumbas.
In an age when population was power, it was profitable for the kingdom just as much if they became a productive population. Albrecht has been keeping an eye on the northern trend for a few more months, then summoned the lords as planned.
As we arrived in September, the stars from all parts of the kingdom began to gather. It was also unprecedented for the lords of the vast region to gather together.
Since they were not those who ate the words "services" in the existing world, this kind of call did not exist.
But Albrecht, as the heart of the kingdom, had the manpower to draw the stars.
As the hot summer passed, the wind began to cool. Trees with broad leaves had excellent brown clothing removed, and those with pointy leaves were still wearing blue thorns, even though they were hot or cold.
The King's side of the road was more crowded than ever before. They were all there to see the lords from all over the kingdom.
Merchants were busy with business, people were busy with good positions, and in the meantime, children were busy running around among themselves to catch up.
The kingdom is full of people groaning. There's a lot of grumbling, and the merchants are shouting for customers.
“Excuse me. Coming through. ”
At that time, the young men in uniforms with the deep colors of the sea were barely passing by among the people.
The uniform was up to Kara's neck, and the black boots were up to her calves. The hat was a hair removal that was only slightly out in front of the brim.
Everyone was wearing a cloak that came down to their thighs, but the cloak seemed uncomfortable as it was crowded.
The young men in uniform were students of the Knights Academy. In front of the hat was a gold-plated eagle spreading its wings, meaning that the Knight Academy was royal.
The uniform was designed by Albrecht himself by artists and handed down to them.
“Bebe, be careful with the buttons. Schmidt said two of them were taken off already. ”
Bern frowns and looks back, making his way among the people for a long time.
“Fo-Fo! I told you not to call me by my royal name! ”
The young man, called Beverly, had a confident conversation with the king one day while dining with Albrecht.
Under the brim of the hat, a student named Fo-Fo shrugged his shoulders.
Fo-Fo had brown hair and the same color of eyes, but he looked younger than he really was because of his large eyeglasses and cheeks.
However, Fo-Fo's eyes were shrunk with a bunch of throats, and he didn't see a button of Bern's gold plated.
“Huh? I don't have a Bebe button. ”
“What?"
Bern nods in haste.
“Oh, fuck! When did you take it off?”
Then he frowned, closed his eyes and blamed himself.
“There is not enough performance. We're not there yet.”
Fo-Fo smiles as he looks at Bern. Even though Bern seemed tough on the outside, he was a kindhearted, considerate, and leadership student. Apparently, Fo-Fo was his best friend and idol.
Since the students at the Academy had been humiliated in the castle, they stayed with the children of Banhenheim preparing the paladin.
Hard training and training were indeed hell days, but they were now memories of the past. Graduation was soon.
They were invited graduates, and now they have many successors. They were not as familiar with the children of Banhenheim as they were, but they were not as good as they used to be when the Carpen principal started caring properly.
However, the children of Banhenheim, who joined forces together, were more competitive, struggling, and full of self-confidence.
No matter how harsh and competitive they were, everyone lived there, so I got to know them.
The children of Banhenheim were less verbal, but the elegance seemed mature for some reason.
There was a system that first came into contact with the children of Banhenheim, which was a stepping stone system.
Carfen just wanted his family to live as human beings, not as weak.
So we introduced a system similar to the sequence system, and did not discriminate according to sequence throughout life as in the old family.
The only difference between pride and post-graduation rewards was that the seat was high. It was a very important element for the students, but it was not enough to make humans animals.
At first, the students at the Academy were no match for them, so their grades dropped.
After a year of hard work, Bern has become like the children of Banhenheim, and now, four years after his stay, Bern is ranked seventh in the overall class. He was number one in the academy.
Beverly's despair, four years ago, was naturally transformed into confidence and pride.
Bern pushes people away with a firm body size and heads for the next heat. The road was empty when the ten in front of it, and everyone was waiting for the lords to come quickly.
As the sun comes down at noon in the bright light, you hear someone shouting from afar.
“It's Hamelstrom! Duke Herman is here! ”
Bern, who was biting the skewers of an unfinished skewers, quickly reached out his head and looked at the other end of the road.
The students of the Academy as well as the people on the side of the road were all the same. The people on the second or third floor of the building looked out the window and saw the end of the street.
From a distance, only Herman was able to see the abundance. Next to him, Gisela, his wife and Lord Richard's sister, walks side-by-side.
Red hair was Lord Richard's sister, by all accounts. It was the same name as Gisela, the king's sister.
Bern's heart starts beating. It was Hermann, the powerful man who wrote the legend with the king.
I had never seen the Academy in Hamelstrom. Hermann has been following Albrecht through the war and has returned to the castle to spend time with his wife.
His knights and acolytes followed behind Hermann, and then again, the erl, the knights and acolytes who performed them, and the barons behind him. They were all knights who had served the king for a long time.
The troops had to remain on the territory and guard, so only the key personnel gathered to attend the immediacy. However, there were over a hundred people in the duc's pocket.
Herman drives slowly past the people on the side of the road. It was a kind of military parade.
People glanced at the king's knights, who had only been told stories, just like in Bern.
He had brown arms up to his shoulders, stiff beards, careless eyes, and an Illudian waist. He was wearing a sword behind his back that he thought was possible.
The enormous abundance and confident shoulders, like a general who received the king's command. I was just wearing a coat of armor, but I felt overwhelming.
The flag with the riders was white, with a black bear standing to the side, its tongue hanging out, and its blade was raised in a different direction upward and downward.
One meant Vervantos, and one meant Ilydia. The royal family crest was regarded as a prestige in the kingdom even if only one sword belonged to the king. There were two of them.
Bern could not control the beating of his heart. I grabbed her in my hand without even knowing it. Me too. Me too. You must.
I stayed in Hamelstrom, hopping around the mountains and fields, and filling my chest with hoe paper. However, one soldier in the city was crushed, and that was despair.
The cold reality was too harsh for a heroic boy. But after four years of imprisonment, will became stronger than ever.
If anything differs from before, he is no longer just a confident and picky kid.
I knew better than anyone that there were more powerful people in the world than me, like sand on the beach, and I didn't give up on my dreams.
Hermann's long march passes, followed by Earl Jurgen's march.
Earl Eurgen was not as overwhelming as Duke Herman. It was just that he was not older than I thought and had a relaxed smile on his face.
Yurgen walks face to face with people, smiling softly. The smile seemed to be some kind of proud feeling, rather than confidence or pride.
The family of Yurgen, Sternmark, also had the king's sword drawn.
Bordered by a sword horizontally in the middle, white stars were drawn on a dark blue top, and white underneath.
After the Jurgen passes, the next lord has not come in for a long time.
Then Wilhelm marches, and Cecilia fascinates people.
“How sweet of you. ”
“My queen won't have any wishes for once. ”
“It's not a human beauty. ”
Cecilia smiles and makes eye contact with people and waves her hands. Wilhelm's dark circles come down under his eyes as if he were speechless.
Wilhelm was a change bag for Gautingen, and his family also had a king's sword.
The family crest looked like two swords were tied to a bow protest. It meant that one was Illudian and one was a knight's note directly from the king.
The students in Bern and the Academy simply stared at Cecilia dazed. It was Queen Dowager's sister, whom they had sworn allegiance to.
Seeing that the orphans looked a lot like Rosamund who took care of them, I felt familiar and sad for some reason. It was because they had not yet earned the right to swear allegiance to the First Queen.
After Wilhelm passes, the next lord doesn't come in for long again. It was not a particularly ordered and on schedule event, so I had to do it.
The king just heard that he was almost there, and people were on their own.
Bern has been standing for a long time, but has not worn out, just chatting with his classmates.
Fo-Fo also bought carrots, digs, and grilled chicken skewers to eat. He put a speck of chicken in his mouth, and said, murmuring.
“Hermann was really something. Right?"
Bern folds his arms and says with a stiff face.
“I heard that the Dagger slashed three Hostile Nuts in battle at once, but I couldn't handle any of it..."
“It's not the same as before. One soldier should be able to win by now, I'm sure. And think about it.A king's bodyguard is more than just a soldier. ”
It sounded right to me. Bern quickly smiles.
“Isn't that right?"
Although Fo-Fo was right, Bern seems to have thin ears. He looks away and says,
“But can the Randolph ball come today?" I'd love to see that. ”
Randolph was the most popular among the students. Shin Sword Randolph. He has been a hero who has been at war with the king since childhood.
Randolph's skills were good, but above all, he was also a target of aspiration.
People didn't even know it. Ever since Albrecht and Randolph met, they've been telling stories.
Legendary figures joined forces to conquer the battlefield, take back the sanctuary by divine command, conquer the north and the middle, and now save the country.
Drunks at the tavern used to sing epic songs of heroes, and adults used to tell stories of Albrecht and Randolph.
Bern admired Randolph very much among his students. When I had a chance, I talked about Randolph, and instead, the students were bored.
As time went on, the sun was red and yellow and drenched the world. Still, people didn't leave.
I have to pee, so when I leave for a while, I let someone else take over for a fee.
The reason people don't leave is because the king keeps getting word that Randolph is almost here.
Bern was nervous for no reason. If I didn't see the idol I had dreamed of and the hero, I was full of pride.
I felt bored kicking the floor for no reason, but I heard someone shouting from a distance again.
“It's Randolph!”
“Finally! ”
“Look over here! ”
It seems that a lot of people have been familiar with it since then, but people uttered Randolph's name without any manners.
Randolph doesn't feel bad, he just smiles at people.
Bern's head twists. I looked at the other end of the road with my eyes trembling with my nipples.
The best hero was riding on a white horse, flying a single blonde, looking around the royal city. The look in my eyes made me feel something harsh.
It took me a year to break up with Albrecht in Zairexl and meet him again, and it was a really long time to see him again, but it was only four years now.
Randolph marches slowly, juxtaposing his body with Agnes.
Bern's heart begins to bat again. The uniform they were wearing seemed to be noticeable, so Randolph glanced at the students.
Then the snow met Bern. Bern seems to have stopped his heart. You just open your mouth and look at Randolph with your eyes wide open. Time seems to have stopped.
Later, Randolph looks away with a relaxed smile. Bern's time begins to slowly flow again.
The Zik Maringen crest in Randolph has a helmet facing the side over a shield with a simple drawing of Lake Bitten and the village, and since then it has crossed three swords.
Randolph received a letter directly from Albrecht, who had both Vervantos and Iliya.
Randolph was the only one with three swords in his family crest. He was the most prestigious man in the kingdom.
You can see someone following Randolph in Bern's eyes. She looks younger than herself, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. A little Randolph.
He picks up the hooded kid in front of him, and follows Randolph behind him, seeding him as if he doesn't admire him.
A little Randolph looks decent in Bern's eyes. How the hell did he end up with the Randolph ball?
Then I stupidly stupidly stumbled across the eyes of little Randolph and Bern.
The little Randolph simply looks at Bern, and Bern looks at the little Randolph with an unfair look.
As long and short as I can tell, both of Albrecht's previous assessments were subpar. It was entirely up to them how different they were over the course of four years.
And far from Bern, there was another young man watching the lord's march.
He is bigger than any adult, but he still has a look on his face.
He was dressed in leather chain armor, with clear blonde and blue eyes, and most of all, he shaved both his heads neatly and braided them backwards with only long middle hair.
Tattoos were engraved on both empty heads, and the beard was hot and northern in style.
“Hey, the southern heroes are all over the place. They're all so strong. ”
Then the person who looked similar to the northerner next to him said with a worried look.
“Ragnar, please don't get into trouble. Let's just meet the mercenary." Okay? "
The Northern Hemisphere was just Ragnar. He was the one who fought directly against the notorious stag king by conquering the Romulans at a young age. Since then, the warriors of the North have called Ragnar a boy hero.
Now this Ragnar was right, the little Ragnar whom Albrecht met in Karagat.
Now that he was 18, his heart was full of confidence. I thought I could catch a dragon now.
Ragnar smiles as he looks at his brother, Sigurd.
“Hey, I get into trouble every time you say that. Don't say that at all. ”
Sigur shakes his head as he lets out a bunch of nonsense. Ragnar grins, shouldering roughly with Sigurd.
“What's wrong with just talking? And I don't take things from people. I'll take over the East myself and take charge of the knights or whatever. And when you get bored, you sneak out again. Kekeke.”
Sigurd sighs. This was the one who really did it. It seemed like the road to hardship was clear.
Ragnar smiles and looks at Randolph's procession coming this way, shoulder to shoulder with his brother.
And just like Bern, Ragnar meets little Randolph in the eye. Ragnar thought, "What the fuck is that?"
Small Randolph was just surprised to see the Northmen who had only heard the word for the first time.
All the stars of the kingdom were gathered for the king's immediacy, and the next generation of stars that were still emitting a faint light were also gathering.
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