Dream Life

March 30th.

We have proceeded well through the meadow areas of the central region and are scheduled to arrive in Netherton, the main city of the central region, by the end of the day.

I'm just getting tired of seeing the meadow landscape, which was rare at first, for days.

In the afternoon, in about two hours, in a place called the city of Netherton, Beatrice's horse stopped. When she wonders what it is, she suddenly utters a word of warning.

"Something's approaching from the western meadows!

To that word, everyone turns to the west.

Liddy, who was deafening and picking up the surrounding sounds, supplements it with words containing a rush.

"Dozens, no, nearly a hundred horses! I'm going to run with great momentum."

My father gives an immediate order.

"Everyone but Rod and Sims, get off the horse immediately! Expand to protect the carriage!

When I tried to carry out that order, a horse-riding shadow appeared on a hill about a hundred meters away.

The appearance was alien.

There was no horse's neck, and there was a man's upper body.

"The Centaurs!" Someone can be heard, and agitation runs to his squire and vigilante.

But soon my father's "Never get your hands on me until I have an order!" An order was issued, and their agitation quickly subsided.

"I don't know what you mean," my brother asked me. I don't see an anxious look, but I have a confused look on my face.

I can only answer "I don't know" when asked.

Once stopped on the hill, the Humans began to run again. And they split left and right in front of us, and they're surrounded in no time.

That number, as Liddy put it, is about a hundred rides. Everyone wears leather armor and metal helmets, with short spears. Furthermore, there was a round shield on the back and a short bow and an arrow barrel on the torso part of the horse.

I am confused by this situation.

Preliminary information suggests that the Humans are respectful of the Empire, basically never have negotiations with the Humans, nor have we heard of any trouble with them.

Before that, they rarely even showed up, and this time they thought they would go through the meadow zone without seeing the Humans again.

I can't think of any reason for them to show up before us when they first entered the meadow zone.

"I am an imperial nobleman, Viscount Masaias Lockhart! Why do you lay your weapons around us!

A warrior came forward with a feather decoration on his helmet to his father's words. His face is hard to understand in the shadow of his helmet, but he is a horseman with the penetration of an old mighty man.

"The head of the Sorel tribe, Pisar! We are here to challenge the best fierce of the Empire, the brave of Lockhart! I want to work with us!

It was the voice of a man of my father's generation or slightly above him in a tense voice.

"I don't like useless fights! Not to mention surrounded by many soldiers and unwilling to go along with the disrespectful ones who impose!

Not only did his rigid father refuse his demands in this situation, but he also appealed to his opponent for disrespect.

If you're a short-tempered opponent, it could also be a signal of battle, so much so that you've thought for a moment which magic works.

A Humane Horse clan named Pisar shook his spear lightly at his father's words. Then the surrounding Humane Horse clan returns in unison. The motion is undisturbed, and it is so brilliant that it is only understandable to be elite.

"I apologize for the disrespect. How about this! Why don't you go with us!

My father also gives me a puzzled look at this action.

"What do you think we should do? I'm not going to pull it off if I don't match it."

I agree with my father, but I don't know if we can make a deal here. We have training wooden swords and spears, but we don't have wooden spears over there that could be used for mock warfare, and if we were to do it, it would be a serious battle.

"May I negotiate," my father nods, "I'll take care of it."

"I am Zacharias, the second son of Masaias!

Pisar begins my appearance, and the warriors of the Humane Horse squeal. Obviously it was a young creation and I guess I thought it was lacking as a negotiator.

Still, I'm not going to stop talking here. I'm going to say what I have to say before they say anything from the other side.

"Even when it comes to matchmaking, I serve the same empire. If it's a mock fight, we don't say no, but we're not even going to kill each other for losing our lives. How about renting a defensive training ground in the city of Netherton and matching it there"

The opponent is a cavalry, and this one is basically an infantry, so it's overwhelmingly unfavourable, but this suggestion would at least not leave the dead.

But the response from the Humans was negative.

"Unless there is a special reason for our covenant with the Empire, we cannot enter the towns of the people. I'm sorry, but I'd like to ask for some help here."

It was unexpected that there was an agreement.

"I didn't know about the deal. But you don't have a training spear. Will you come out again?"

"I wish I had a training spear. If......" and send a signal to the Humans in the back.

The Horseman, along with about ten of his companions, raises the wooden spear high.

"I don't have any complaints about this."

Ready. I had a wooden spear for everything around. I send my father an eye out that it's harder than this.

When my father gives up and nods with his face, he steps forward.

"Got it! But this scene is between heaven and earth. Become a nuisance to other travelers. I'd like to travel if there's a suitable place nearby."

In that word, Pisar said, "That's the rigid and the famous Lockhart!" and after lavishly praising them, we speared those who came,

"If it's at the end of this hill, it won't be a problem. Okay, here we go!

That's what I say and turn my heel back.

"Are you okay? There's a trap or something..." my mother asked.

"I don't think so. If you were going to annihilate us, you should have ambushed us with that force. Besides, I felt majestic from a chief named Pisar. I know it works with different values than we do, but I don't think it imitates betrayal. Somehow."

I'm not sure about myself.

On behalf of my mother, my father answers it.

"Right. I felt that, too. But why did this happen..."

Looks like you're having a headache with this development. But quickly switch heads,

"A little early but I think it's evening training and you just have to do it the way you always do! You can train against cavalry, which is rarely possible. Make sure you use this opportunity effectively!

I speak louder than usual so that my servants don't get anxious.

I'm going into the meadows, including the carriage my mother rides. I have some decomposition, but I don't have a problem with slowing things down.

On the other side of the hill there was a gentle downhill meadow. There are no artifacts within sight, and even 10,000 people here would be able to train without any problems.

"Lord Pisar, how will we make up our minds," my father asks,

"I'll get five people out of here. We just need to get the same number out of there."

Answering that, one warrior pinched his mouth saying, "I don't care if you're human or beastly."

"Refrain! Leeva! You don't have the pride of a warrior!

The man called Leeva doesn't apologize, he turns his heel back and falls back.

"Excuse me. How about this way?"

My father found out that the other person was a discerning person to talk to and nodded with a relief look on his face. But I immediately said, "May I make a suggestion here?"

"I wonder what it's like"

"I would like you to have a mock fight with my ministers as well as the five of us. Because these opportunities are rare, I want them to be used effectively."

Pisar shuddered for a moment that he could not understand his father's words, but immediately laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! That's a rock heart! That's more than a rumor! I didn't expect you to tell me to increase the number of people! Hahaha!"

The Humans and Horses behind them are also caught laughing at the sheikhs' lavish laughter.

"Fine. Let's match your numbers. There seems to be some bowmen out there, but you can also play bow fights."

Pisar is totally motivated.

Subsequently, discussions were held on how to conduct a mock war.

"... admit to losing and throw away your weapon if you get a deadly attack. I'll leave the judgment to each of you. If you lose your mind, you lose at that point. The winner does not pursue the loser uselessly. If you get hurt, our healer will treat you..."

The way it was done is the Lockhart stream, but the Sorel mock warfare was in the same form, and the discussions were over without objection.

(But why do we have to work together? Well, maybe the Humans have come to know that they have strong opponents because they seem to be a fighting nation... where did the information come from? I was talking about only interacting with nomads...)

While I was thinking about that, my father and Pisar's discussions were over.

The time now is past one o'clock in the afternoon, but taking too long will delay your arrival in Netherton. They say the city of Netherton is opening its gates until 8pm, but I want to avoid going down the dark night lane.

"I think we should do a few things together so that we don't take too long," he advises his father.

"Right. Let's make a suggestion from me," I acknowledge.

"I want to enter the city of Netherton by the end of the day. I'm sorry, but let me do it one by one."

"Fine. But I just want to show everyone who's the best there is and how to fight my warrior leader..."

My father and brother decided to be members, but my father, my brother, me and Beatrice, Mel, Sim, Dan, and four squire and four vigilantes, fifteen in all.

My fathers assumed they wouldn't let me join them because of the low level of the Rosalies and their brothers, but Theo and Serra said, "We want to fight too!" He rebelled violently.

My father tried to persuade me, but Theo and Serra conceded reluctantly, saying "it's okay to know the horrors of the cavalry" because they were strong and the rosaries were even more motivated.

Liddy and his squire archer Mark, and vigilante archer Freddy, were to compete with bow arms. Sharon also joins the Archer division as a magician.

Swordsmiths and magicians on the Lockhart side line up in order of level like Beatrice, my brother, Mel, and me.

My brother, Sim, and Rosalee seemed to intend to fight on horseback, holding the reins of their beloved horse.

"Our best warrior is Beatrice. Then Rodrick, Melissa, Zacharias…"

Introduce members in order of level.

When Beatrice left one step ago, the Humans were surprised to say "Tiger tribe..." but no one made a fool of Mel because he was a woman.

I knew why right away.

Women were among the warriors chosen by the Humans. Same goes for the nomads, but the women around here are also good warriors and seem to be more than soldiers in line.

My opponent is their number four.

The head was bigger than the rest of the human race by more than one minute, and the horse body was about as large as a horse. My back height, or just my height, is about two meters higher than mine, and my head is about three meters tall and I look down like I'm a guillotine.

He is dressed in azure leather armor and wears a simple helmet, including parts of his horse body, just like any other warrior.

I have a spear close to three meters in my right hand.

There's nothing to be confused about just being big because you're fighting an ogre or a troll. Nor did it atrophy to such an extent that I was impressed that it was awesome, as I know the intimidation of Vlad, king of the undead, although it is not half as intimidating.

Other members besides me are just saying the same thing: "It's surprisingly big to see it close by," and it wasn't much different than usual.

Pizarr said, "Let's just do the horse for what we won" and speared the frog horse behind us.

It just seems that its face is full of confidence and is going to be complete without a single win.

"Then let's get the product out of our house too. Zach, how many bottles do you have?

"There must have been twenty crystal ones..."

"Our horses and wine do not match each other" leaks the discontent, but as soon as Pisar stared, it became quiet.

"Great. Let me see that," he said, grinning niggly.

My father seemed to want to surprise me by showing me a bottle of crystal glass.

I also got a little cocky about the word "sake," so I pretend to pick it up in the carriage and remove the bottle with the most beautiful cut from the storage magic (inventory). It's an eight-year-old brandy, by the way.

"This is the specialty of our Lockhart Territory, distilled liquor," he says, raising the bottle high.

The Humans had lost their words in crystal glass with high transparency and refractive index.

"I wonder if this will still be called" sake, "my father stabs a stop.

"Hahaha! That's the rigid and the famous Lockhart! I didn't expect you to serve a kettle made of gems. Everyone, his people have prepared a good reward for us! If you don't live up to that intent, you're breaking the name of the Sorel family!

The warriors of the Humane Horse clan put up their spears simultaneously and said, "Ooh!!" "Scream and respond to it.

I feel like it's been counterproductive, but as far as previous interactions are concerned, they just really want to fight us.

Fifteen swordsmen, five magicians, three archers and a total of twenty-four magicians from the Lockhart family. Only three people are not in the mock fight: my mother and her youngest sister Sofia, Luna.

My father is totally motivated and asks my brother "how much do you think he can win," and my brother answers with a smile as well.

"Mr. Beatrice and Zach will be tough, but you won't be able to do half of it. I'm not sure either..."

Not only my fathers, but Mel seems to be having fun talking to Theo and his squire are nervous, but they talk about how to fight.

He seems to forget about getting hurt or just seeing the other guy.

Thanks, it seems our guys are just unbeatable brain muscles by the Humans too.