Civilization Game

Surprisingly, the current king of Abyss has no control over the guards except in the event of an emergency. Rod used the Commander's Spear to train some of his troops, but they were automatically transferred to the Underhaim Guard, not to the Royal Guard under him. Perhaps even the command system was used by Martin, who was worried about the king's rise in power.

"A king without military command... Even a scarecrow can't do that." '

"Who are you? State your affiliation!"

Upon arriving at the Guard Building, two guards raise their spears and block the road and Beatrice's front.

"It's me. It's me."

Lord said as he walked the hood. The guard raises his spear in a frightened expression and says:

"Who's Naga?"

This is... shit.

"... is your king."

"…… ugh, ugh! How did you get to this place?"

The guard shouts in a reflective salute.

"I'd like to speak to the commander of the Underheim right away."

"Now, wait here for a moment."

"We don't have time. I'm going in."

The road moves loudly into the main building. The guards dare not block the road ahead (Beatrice stares fiercely from behind).) I had no choice but to escort him to the guard commander.

"What's the commotion?"

After turning a few corners, you hear an old man's deep voice in an open room.

"Yes, sir! Well, well!"

"Greetings, Guard Commander."

Rod walks into the room, smiling and raising his hand. The guard commander, who saw Lord Beatrice's face and followed behind, jumped up and bowed down in a treacherous manner. Lord looks at his face, saluting him.

He looked about the same age. I saw wrinkles deeply embedded in the head with gray hair, and glowing dark mushrooms all over my face. But his eyes were as alive as those of young men in their 20s. It was good to see that there was something different about sitting at the core position of the military at the age of witchcraft or bowling.

"Welcome, Your Majesty. Have a seat over here."

"Thank you."

Rod and the guard commander face each other. When the guard commander ordered the car out, a few soldiers in the room ran to Burinake. It was full of vigor. From their point of view, it will be as if the commander suddenly came at night.

Lord checks the status first before speaking with the guard commander. I still didn't know his name.

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Name: Hans

Affiliation: Abyss Guard

Title: Guard Commander

Race: Humans

& Force Rating:

Sole rating: (D +) *

& Outline Rating:

& Political Grade:

Class D +.

Unique Ability: Reflex Leader

Hans has been in the guard since he was a child, and has met various soldiers and been through numerous incidents. With that knowledge and experience, he treats his soldiers as he intended and fully understands what they like and how to raise morale.

The morale of the troops he manages will not drop and crime and desertion will decrease.

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'Hmm- typical row style commander.'

"What brings you to such a humble place?"

Hans asks. Lord leans against the chair and continues the conversation in a relaxed tone.

"To make sure. You know what?"

"I'm not sure what you want to say to this old fool."

The soldier who ran out came out of the car. Lord takes the cup of tea and says, "Thank you. 'and muttered.

"I trained soldiers with royal funds, and all of them belong to the guards. Did you know?"

Hans nods softly.

"Yes, it is."

"What's going on here?"

"I understand the royal family has established a military system."

Martin, not the royal family. Rod has his tongue full. But in the end, former King of the Scarecrows, Rod Polentia, could not resist Martin's words, and would have accepted it. As a result, Hans is right.

"The garrison is maintained with royal funds. Then let me ask the guard commander one question. Are the guards the king's soldiers?"

"The guards are the ones guarding the Underhaim. Your Majesty."

The rod's eyes narrow. Oh, look at this.

"Then it's a different question. At the time of the screaming, the guards were also told to take orders from the king, who was the ultimate ruler. Is that correct?"

"Yes, it is."

"Well, then."

The rod that lowers the teacup places its arm on its knee and clasps.

"It's not a scream. Suppose there is a force against one king. If that force were to attack the king within the Underheim, how would the guards move?"

The Underheim garrison has a force of 300.

Nevertheless, the reason the guards were not three major forces was because they were in a thoroughly neutral position. Therefore, if you can attract them, it is the best. With this many armies, no matter how many Martins I have, I won't be able to move. In addition, the guards were able to invest resources to freely augment the troops if they were to support this side. Even if you become part of the Guard, you become your own military.

Lord waits quietly for Hans to answer.

"The guards guard the Underheim."

However, the answer came from Hans's mouth. In the end, it meant that I would be strictly neutral.

'That's what it looks like.'

Lord Mack is down, but he has no choice. That said, if Lord tries to modify the military system, Martin and the Mafia may come to the royal court immediately.

'You're halfway there. At least we know the guards aren't Martin's henchmen.'

Lord thinks so and asks Hans.

"Can you take responsibility for what you just said?"

"I've risked the life of this old man."

Hans nods and answers in a decisive tone.

"Very well. I think we're done here."

Lord gets up from his chair. Beatrice steps forward and sticks by his side. Damn, that's cute.

"However."

Rod looks back as he tries to get out. Hans' eyes glow sharply.

"The guards will do anything to protect the Underheim."

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The way out of the guards and back to the palace. One day it was dark, and a gentle darkness covered the streets. The guards were not too far from the royal palace because they were located on the outskirts of the city, neither in commercial nor residential areas.

Rod suddenly opens his mouth as he slowly moves along the boulder path.

"Beatrice."

She follows behind the road like a shadow, her head bowing, revealing herself.

"…… Yes, sir."

"Why don't we walk next to each other while you two are standing?"

"…… No."

It was a shy but quite firm refusal. Lord glances back, smiling lightly. Just looking back at her, she looks adorable.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"… ha, greetings."

Seeing her face, Lord felt that she could not speak easily. But I opened my mouth more firmly.

"About you."

"…… Yes."

"Like Unibell said, do you really hate me?"

Her rabbit-like eyes widen.

"Oh, that, that…… I mean…"

She hesitates half-shy. Surprised, the habit of wiggling fingers was now familiar to Lord.

"Tell me."

Rod is one step closer. Hic! 'Surprise sounds came out.

Oops, it was intended to be ready to listen seriously, but it seemed to have an adverse effect on Beatrice. My tremor got worse than before. Now there are small tears in my eyes.

I'm sure. She was afraid.

"Would it be more burdensome to face this closely? '

Lord steps away from her again. I can feel her tremor diminishing a little. Aha, like this. Lord turns around and sits on a moderately flat rock with his butt flat.

I looked up and saw the stars tightly embedded in the night sky. In Seoul, the road was briefly touched by the rare scenery.

I'm enjoying the cool night breeze so far, and her answer comes back.

"…… the assassin has no feelings."

Unlike before, it was an unshakeable and clear voice. Lord was slightly impressed with her voice for the first time.

"The assassin is just the owner's sword. It's a black tool with emotions, and it loses its meaning. No matter how the owner handles the sword or how he manages it, he doesn't show his emotions to the will of the black owner. It just embraces it, and it bends to its owner's will."

You're the one who talks about alcohol because you don't have eye contact. Lord smiles faintly. It seems that it's because of the assassin's tendency to settle down behind the opposing team's back.

"Then if I, the master, tell you to show your emotions, you should do so."

"…… It cannot be contrary to the Black Master's command, but it is not recommended as a deteriorating act of the sword."

"Hahaha! An iron wall."

"Iron... wall?"

"That's what I'm saying."

Rod looks up at the night sky and opens his mouth again.

"I'm sorry."

"……"

"I can't imagine what horrible things I've done to you before. I can't make amends because I can't remember, so I don't have the courage to ask forgiveness from you... … but I just wanted to express my heart. I don't want an answer."

"…… Oh, no. There's no need for the owner to apologize to the sword."

"But I'm sorry."

Lord told me.

"I'll never do anything bad to you again. I swear."

"My Lord, that's..."

Rod turns his back to look at Beatrice. She flinches, returning to the shy girl. Lord rises up and approaches her. She steps back, but the road is faster. He extends his arm. The bars tremble as if her widowed body was about to become a giant terror.

"I can't stand this. '

When Lord Beatrice and Beatrice talk, she doesn't look him in the eye. Her gaze was always, always, solely in Lord's right hand. Lord Lord's right hand, who didn't know when to inflict brutal force on her, was herself a terrible trauma.

'We'll have to take it slow.'

Lord thinks so, placing his hands on her head.

"……?"

Beatrice blinks, embarrassed.

"Lord, master?"

"Stay still."

Lord strokes her head slowly. I felt a sudden improvement in velvety silver hair. Oh, I have to admit. In fact, there may be a greater desire for rehabilitation and to put my head together.

Beatrice's face is shocked as if a rocket had exploded in her head. The same number of strokes as Lord lifted his arm was not in her head.

Lord stands long and strokes her head. I was rarely bored. Fear gradually spread over Beatrice's face, and she became a little more relaxed.

"Oh, my God."

Beatrice opens her eyes and looks up at him as Lord's hand suddenly stops. Lord said with a bitter smile.

"You got me."

Beatrice's eyes are startled. A single drop of blood runs through Lord Lord's mouth.

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