After Leila left, Almark once again turned to the Star Guard.
As always, there are no signs of people on deck.
Shall I come back?
When Almark thought so.
Can I help you with your ship?
That's what I was called from behind.
Turning around, an elderly man approached.
"Ah... this ship?"
In Almark's words, the man nodded haughtily, rather than being a sailor.
"It's my ship anyway. What about you?"
Almark carefully named himself, but his eyes were directed at another man behind the man.
This long, sharp man was a sailor I saw when I came to the harbor with Wendy in the morning.
Almark explains to an elderly man named Costa that a large ship was unusual because he was from the north.
"Are you from the North?"
With his eyes round, Costa looked back at the man who stood back.
Wilvis, he's coming from the north.
A man called Wilvis glances down at Almark.
"Out north? Where in the north?"
On a blurry question, Almark answers, The Kingdom of Arnetti.
Arnetti. I'm Philippine. "
Wilbis named Almark a country he had stayed in before and gave him his right hand.
"I didn't expect to meet people from the north here."
Almark also extended his right hand and held it.
It was a rough, hard hand. Compared to this hand, Wendy's hand gripped in the morning looked like a feather.
"Oh, this is..."
That's what Wilvis laughed at.
"Boy, you've been holding a sword a long time."
Eh?
Almark looked up at Wilvis without thinking.
"I was a mercenary. If you hold my hand, you'll see."
For the first time, Almark remembered that his hands, like Wilvis, were hard and spoiled.
I held Wendy's hand with my hand.
Almark repented.
What did Wendy think?
The kid's a mercenary.
Almark was upset, but shook his head hard at Wilvis' question.
"No, I'm the son of a blacksmith."
I see. My hands are stiff. "
Wilbis convinced himself.
Wilbis used to be a mercenary with the White Phosphorous Mercenaries in the North.
The Costa is pinching his mouth.
"He's retired now and is my escort. Traveling is a lot of noise."
Really?
Almark nodded.
White Phosphorous Mercenaries.
I have heard of it. It's one of the famous mercenary regiments.
"Are you going north on business?"
"No, I'm not going north."
Costa shakes his head.
"It's all the way to Nakahara by boat. If we get close to the Menover Strait, there won't be enough ships."
Really?
You must have seen the expression of disappointment and disappointment on Almark's face. Coster:
"I also deal with people who do business in the north. There's a lot of information coming in from the north."
He added that.
"I'm still that age. Is there something you want to know?
Wilvis nodded with a laugh at Costa's words.
"The northerners don't seem to be interested in ships. I look like a sailor, but I'm still not used to my work."
"I'm sorry."
That's right, lies that are obvious to humans in the north don't work.
Almark honestly decided to serve his purpose of returning to the harbor.
"If you knew, could you tell me? Now the Bastian kingdom."
After he left, Almark named the country his father and the Black Wolf Cavalry headed for.
"What the hell is going on?"
Bastia.
Costa stared at Wilvis.
"Looks like it's pretty rough."
"Yeah, I was a mercenary three years ago, and it was a fierce battlefield with five fingers."
Wilvis nods with that.
"I've been ruined... but I've heard the battle's over."
In Costa's words, Wilvis makes a thought face.
"Speaking of which, the other day, when I went north of Nakahara, I heard you said that most mercenaries moved to Bastia because there was no more fighting."
"When was the last time?"
About three months ago.
Three months ago. So the Black Wolf Cavalry isn't in Bastia anymore?
"Does Bastia live with the boy's family?"
"No, I heard you were heading to Bastia, but I don't know where you are anymore because you're a journey blacksmith...."
I see.
Wilbis doesn't seem particularly suspicious of Almark's words.
Speaking of Bastia,
Say what Costa remembers.
"Come on, Wilvis. You heard an interesting story."
Ah.
Wilvis nodded as if it wasn't funny.
"Boy, there's a vast plain south of Bastia called the Mabilio Plain. There were a lot of knights and mercenaries coming together."
Ever since Wilbis said that, are you interested in talking about this? and asks.
Yes, and Almark nodded, laughing while Costa laughed, saying that all boys would be interested in talking about the fight.
Then tell him not to talk, and Wilvis will talk.
"At the end of the battle, a mercenary jumped out of the dark side. So he cut through the middle of the enemy army with just one horse and took the General's neck. The situation was reversed at once. The battle in Bastia almost disappeared because it determined Bastia's trend."
Mercenaries, alone.
Wilvis nods at Almark's words.
"Everyone knows the northern mercenaries now," said Mavirio's solo horse. It was the Black Wolf Cavalry's Shadow Fang Raise. "
My father is about to come out of his mouth.
"On the other side were the Hammer Mercenaries, the Gates of the Underworld, and the Garrett Heavy Mercenaries. He made a grand jump through it. What the hell is a shadow fang?
Wilvis shook his head like that.
Dad.
Mavirio's single ride.
Almark pushes the excitement to kill and asks pretending to be as casual as possible.
"Where is the Black Wolf Cavalry now?"
Come on, let's go.
Wilvis twisted his neck.
"They only show their faces in fierce battles. Nor, Kelmer, not around here."
Wilbis' names are both known as fierce battlefields alongside Bastia.
Almark's heart shook.
"Mavirio's solo journey... but I'm afraid you're not intact."
"Well, that's true."
Wilvis nods.
"The Shadow Fang was also covered in injuries at the end. You're still fighting as a mercenary."
Dad.
Almark is going to close his eyes accidentally.
"But in that battle, the name of the Black Wolf Cavalry roared all over the North."
The words arouse Almark's feelings.
Let's hear what we can hear now.
So now the strongest mercenaries are the Black Wolf Cavalry?
"No."
Wilvis shook his head clearly this time.
"The Black Wolf Cavalry is certainly strong, but they don't have enough troops. Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment if you have a lot of troops. The strength of the Ace is the Gate of the Underworld or the Tiger Mercenaries. The strength of local warfare is the Zaire Interceptor Mercenaries and the Thundercracker Mercenaries."
The name of the mercenary regiment came out of Wilvis' mouth.
Even though they retired, all the mercenaries in the north are like this.
And all the names were familiar to Almark.
"But no matter what I say, the strongest one is now."
However, Almark did not know the name of the next mercenary group that came out of Wilvis' mouth.
Definitely the Snakebone Mercenaries.