Dream Life

Tria calendar July 7, 2017 at 5: 00 pm.

We're heading west on Aurelia Avenue towards Low Cliff, the de facto border town of the Caerm Empire.

Bandits raided in the woods along the way, more than an hour behind schedule, but nothing went wrong after that.

About two hours after the re-departure, we could see a huge bridge hanging on the Fatas River - a great river flowing parallel to the Avenue of Aurelia - and the city adjacent to it, Low Cliff. The city of Low Cliff, visible from the slopes that descend slowly, is an accomodation town with a population of about 3,000 and is the standard fortified city of the Caerm Empire, as is the old town of Doctus.

Viewed from the south side of the city, or the Caerm Empire side, Low Cliff has become a kind of bridgehead across the Fatas River.

In fact, the castle gate on the south side of the city is directly connected by a stone bridge extending two kilometres in length, which hangs on the Fatas River, and the Low Cliff itself serves as a castle to protect the bridge.

The only way you can cross the Fatas River without a ship is here near Low Cliff and the commercial city of Aurelia to the west.

This is the base of the Empire's invasion of the North.

The giant bridge is the same as the castle walls of the fortified city of Caerm, built by earthly attribute magic, and it took more than twenty years from construction to completion, he said.

The bridge is about twenty metres wide, there is ample room for four carriages lined up, and a surveillance tower of about ten metres high is provided at regular intervals.

We were watching the Fatas River and walking slowly. Those who go past us turn a curious eye to us. Of interest to them are the eighteen men who walk behind the carriage.

Exactly when there are eighteen of us, we can't even put them in a carriage, we just have to let them walk.

Shortly after the raid, I was wondering if I could recover the horses they were using, but all the horses had been taken away to the survival of the bandits, and in the end I couldn't recover one. For this reason, we need to keep pace with the bandits, who have not yet arrived in the city after nearly two hours.

About thirty minutes after I began to see the city, I finally arrived at the east gate of the city of Low Cliff. The guards at the castle gate were surprised that a line of nobles was taking the men tied with ropes, and flew right in.

His father immediately went down the horse and spoke to a soldier in his forties who seemed to be in charge.

"It's Masaias Lockhart. These are the bandits who attacked us. I'm sorry, but could you call the head of the defense team?"

When my father named Lockhart and briefly explained the situation, the soldier who seemed to be in charge said, "Are you Sir Lockhart! I will call Sir Boyette immediately," he says, stretching his spine to salute his father. And ordered his subordinates, who would refrain from sideways, to be contacted immediately.

Regardless of the fact that Lockhart's name was known, I was uncomfortable paying homage to my less familiar father.

There was a guard nearby, so when I asked him about it, he said many people knew what his grandfather Govan was doing, but his brother Rodrick told me that he was spreading Lockhart's name.

"When I say Lord Lockhart here, or Lord Rodrick, I am a young knight who is said to have that man in the army of the Northern Governor's Office, and no one will know the story of the" Giant Slayer ". Besides, you will marry that princess (...)..."

Brother Rodrick defeated the first giant (Cyclops) about a year ago at the foot of the Porta Mountains, in the eastern part of the Raswell Frontier Berg Territory.

Of course, we are defeating it with a platoon of fifteen knights and squadrons - there are also about five other soldiers in the platoon, usually consisting of twenty - but still it is not easy to defeat Cyclops who are more than ten metres tall.

It is a first-class equivalent monster in line with dragons and others, and it is said that the support of a well-trained squadron - one squadron standard in the Caerm Empire with five platoons - and a class of about ten court magicians is minimal. Cyclops was such a powerful demon.

My brother has defeated the cyclops without the help of a magician, and it is also defeated by just one platoon. As a result, there are no strangers in the Raswell Frontier Territory. Of course, I knew the story, too, but I didn't think we'd be able to talk here.

(A hero of giant killing marries the lady of Uncle Borderline. Because the story of this hand will soon spread... I'm glad your body is complimented... but I guess “that princess” 's “that” refers to horses then...)

My brother's fiancé, Rosalind Raswell, was a famous courtier. Of course, no one knows it by saying that it is the daughter of the ruler, the Governor of the North, but it is also very famous in another sense.

She was a beautiful girl with such beauty that she was told from her early teens that there was no one lined up in the northern frog, but she was more famous for her “grandma horse” than that.

Rumor has it he started riding with his sword around the age of ten, mixed up with the Knights' coaching to accompany him to outdoor exercises and sometimes to participate in the crusades of demons and bandits.

For this reason, words are often exchanged with the people of Ichii, and are more popular than the borderline uncle because of his unadorned character and beautiful appearance. So much so that the civilians call Rosalind, who is not royal, a “princess” with familiarity.

And this is also a famous story, but my wedding partner had declared that he would decide for himself, challenging the battle of swordsmanship to the princes who were going to propose.

Currently, he is sixteen-year-old Rosalind, but he says he has already reached the level of a swordsman of eighteen, and he can't fathom at all in the aristocrats of his generation - usually only about ten swordsmanship skills if not at the house of Martial Arts - and there were times when a young apprentice knight - about level fifteen - could take the fall.

Of course, a regular knight would be good enough, but sometimes it's the master's maid, and most of the time he seemed to give her the victory.

That's when Rosalind challenged his brother Rodrick, who was making a name for himself in the Northern Governor's Office Army. My brother, bewildered, does everything she can to deal with him, as she asks, and prevails naturally. Rosalind challenges her brother several times, but his serious brother treated her as a swordsman each time and prevailed each time.

As she exchanged swords several times, she was only fascinated by her brother, and her brother was equally fascinated. And on the occasion of the success of the Cyclops crusade, his brother proposed to Rosalind and not only Rosalind himself, but also Uncle Borderline, approved the marriage of the two.

The story is spreading in the alley.

I didn't hear it directly from him, so it's unclear how credible the story is, but it seems there was something close to it.

There were further rumours that Uncle Borderline had decided to leave her beloved daughter with a brother who did not seriously and wrongfully confer on her so that her daughter would not be involved in a successor dispute.

Uncle Borderline valued his brother Rodrick very highly, and there are stories that he said that as a reward for his Cyclops crusade, he would give him the title of associate baron and a territory worthy of it. In contrast, he declined to say that he was a genius and had not done anything yet.

(I feel too humble that my brother is a genius. Well, I'm telling you from the bottom of my heart, I'm over level fifty before I'm twenty, so I'm a genius enough...)

Waiting at the castle gate, the commander-like knight of the defensive squad approached him on a small run with several squire members. Though not wearing armor, he is a man in his mid-thirties who has accumulated more than one hundred and ninety centimetres of body and splendid mustaches, brewing a piercing that does not suck alongside his father or Byron, and feels like a warrior in all its history.

"I'll see you first. My name is Arman Boyette and I will keep this city of Low Cliff."

That's what I say, I ask my father to shake his hand.

My father also shook his hand back in his name and immediately got to the point.

"I was attacked by these people along the way, but they are saying strange things..."

My father informed me of the possibility that Maddock had been hired by someone and insisted that, for their own safety, we keep the figure of Maddock, the main culprit. In contrast, Boyette has rejected it with a slightly rubbed voice.

"The punishment of bandits is the role of small jobs. No matter how Lord Lockhart may encroach upon the authority of the small office entrusted to him by His Excellency the Governor."

And his father bowed his head lightly once, and said, I am sorry, but this is not conceivable.

"It's the undead who raided my Lockhart family. The interrogation further reveals that there is a mastermind. We must report this to His Excellency the Governor General, who is in Welburn. As a witness, they're taking us with them."

That narrows my eyes slightly.

My father and I have met beforehand, and he asks me to be a little strong. Originally, my father hates that kind of rush, but this time he's reluctantly on my plan by saying he's been targeted by the clan.

Voyette said in a loud voice that matched her body, "That decision is made by a small job! Your Lordship should report that to His Excellency! scream."

Furthermore, as my father attempted to utter an objection, Boyette blocked my father from saying, "Is your lord insulting me! It would also be a fabrication that a bandit attacked me!" and further absurd his voice.

Guy's complexion changed to that word.

Aside from my father, who is just the lord, I never raised a voice of protest, but I send a murderous gaze to Voyette. In my eyes it looked like a killer was erupting from his body. Not only that, but the sight of Enos behind him and the five vigilante youths was equally daunting.

(Guy's loyalty is the same. But I'm glad Byron's here when this happens. Byron, who has experience in palace service, can keep calm when he says this... but does this deputy named Boyette think he's not suspected? Or are you out strong because you think they suspect you? ……

Boyette says, "I can't talk to you," but something's wrong. Occasionally, I swim through my eyes and my gaze is uncertain. If you look closely, you see Guy behind my father as a flicker and he seems to care.

Can't Boyette stand the gaze of my father and Guy, wandering around in front of my father, telling me that he would sue Uncle Borderline if he were to encroach on his authority, and furthermore, he was oral about something that would tie him up.

(I'm sure you care about Guy's gaze, but you know there's no more harm you could do to yourself than having a father... hands shaking? I see......)

Going on to observe Boyette closely, he seems to be desperately dampening the tremors in his hands, and it has been found that he is a cautious man, unlike what he looks like.

It's hard to say exactly where it is, but there is an amateur odor in a few places, such as legging and gaze movement for being sturdy, and I find it difficult to imagine "lightness” from the point of physical appearance.

Looking at that unscrupulous move, Sharon, with experience in action, looks more like a trained soldier.

What is more, he is oblivious that he is drawing attention from around him. As we were taking nearly twenty bandits, merchants and wild horses who heard the noise through the castle gate were winding away, but he couldn't see much of the excitement and seemed to forget he was noticed.

(You seem like a cautious person, unlike what you seem. I'd be surprised if this were an act, but it doesn't make sense to play an excited fool in this situation... but do you think such a cautious person would lend a hand to such a great thing as assassination? Or are you even gripped by weaknesses? ……

My father looks like trouble and tells him to care about his surrounding gaze in the dark, "Lord Boyette, isn't it a little awkward here"?

Interestingly, the wild horses around them looked frightened, but no one looked surprised.

You seem to know that Boyette is someone of this character.

(Sounds like you're definitely a forensic little guy. But you're deputizing for me on edge? For that matter, this should be an important hub... Raswell Border Uncle should be an excellent ruler. Maybe there's a reason... now's not the time to think about it. We need to do something about this situation...)

Voyette also finally realizes that she was upside down in her father's words, making her face even more red. And he told me to head to the gatekeeper's stuffing near the castle gate.

My father nods at it and walks behind Boyette. I took this opportunity to open my eyes to my father.

"Apparently, there's a dark spot behind you. Come out even stronger here. I'll put on Guy and Byron, so Father, keep demanding Maddock's personality."

My father said, "Is that all you need?" He asks back. I nod at it and give more instructions to Guy and Byron.

"You two stand behind your father and let go of the killing. As you know, that man is a cautious man. I can't stand the killing of the two of you."

Guy nods silently with a harsh look on his stomach or not, and Byron grins badly at people, saying, "Master Zacharias is a bad person, too," he nods.

We decided to wait outside the jar, but my fathers came out just about enough.

"Lord Boyette accepted. Maddock says they'll fit the collar of slaves."

My father explains it in a subtle unconvinced face.

The non-Maddock bandits would be extradited and detained in a jar, but it would take time to confirm and it would take a few days for the bounty to be finalised because my father was telling me about the mastermind and whether it was a mercenary breakdown.

I'm not having any trouble with the money at the moment, and since I plan to stay at Wellburn for more than ten days, I was asked to put in contact in the meantime.

Maddock, but as it stands, he was to be put on a criminal slave collar to prevent escape with a pending disposition.

Did my father think he wouldn't talk in Boyette, or give instructions to the first soldier he responded to not to attempt to destroy evidence by execution?

"Bandits other than Maddock, but there must be instructions from His Excellency the Governor for questioning or for transfer to Welburn. Not to be executed lightly..."

By the time my father had finished explaining that, Boyette came out of the jail with a ragged look.

He dropped his shoulders disappointingly, his gaze uncertain, and all his squire seemed to be able to do was nod when he spoke. Furthermore, acknowledging Guy and Byron's appearance, it also shows off a lagging trick.

(How much guy-and-byron killing did you get so grumpy? Or are you desperate for turning Maddock over to us? ……

You briefly explained to me that I looked strange or that Byron was inside.

The moment Guy and Byron let go of their killing temper, Boyette shuddered into a mess, he said. And when he admitted to taking Maddock to the throw, he sat in a nearby chair.

"As Master Zacharias put it, I let go of my sincere killing intent to kill him. I was a little interested in how far I could stand it, but I didn't know it was that unbearable...... just for the record, Lord Boyette seems to have incontinent slightly. My squire took me to the back to distract me... my trousers must be changing."

I couldn't believe that, and I said, "I guess I just really cared about killing you, huh?," he muttered.

Byron nodded loudly and replied, "Of course it is,"

"Lord Jakes seemed angry, so he put his hands behind his back to keep his sword from hanging by mistake."

I still can't believe it and say, "Whatever you want, you're a knight. I don't even know if those kids..." he muttered.

Byron has nodded at my words and communicated his thoughts in a small voice.

"Probably none of them have had any real combat experience. You've never been exposed to demonic killings."

If I get the genuine killing spirit unleashed by Guy like a sword out of him and a great Byron over two meters, I'll have goosebumps, too. But if even young people in our village are old enough to attend training, they shouldn't look incontinent.

Listening to the story, one question remained.

Why did so many mindless people help us raid?

What is possible is that you are held weak by the mastermind, but from the mastermind side, if you draw in this degree of man, you will be shackled the other way around. Of course, I guess I won't leave the important work to you, but I can easily imagine still showing up with horse legs when controls like this one don't work.

(... you don't have a lot of company, or you didn't figure out who Voyette is... maybe there's something I don't know... if you threaten Voyette, you might understand the mastermind, but the other guy is a knight of the same size as my father. Besides, I have been entrusted by Uncle Borderline to represent this city. Don't be too risky to get your hands on Voyette with just Maddock's words that are just bandits......)

While I was thinking about it, a bandit other than Maddock was turned in and ready for our departure.

My father ordered Enos to leave, and we went into the city of Lowcliff.