Easy Lords Fun Territorial Defense - Unnamed Village in Productive Sorcery to the Strongest Castle City

The battle is over and Olt opens his mouth as he sees his people cleaning up after him.

"The request is closed. After that, if you get the other half of the fee from that butler's grandfather, it's over."

The others turn their faces to the ortho they said so.

"Yeah, that's it?

As Pruriel listened back, Ort roared spicidly to say, and looked at the vans.

"... a little intrigued. It may not be gold at all, but can I try to stay?

To the ortho who says so, five people at another party shake their heads left and right.

"Sorry, Ort. We need to get to the county next door. Sometimes this request was convenient. Well, I'll show my face again if I have plans in Earl's Lands."

And, apologized for looking sorry, Ort grinned bitterly.

"No, it was this way. I was on the road. I'll see you later. It's too late to get out now, though. Why don't you let me stay the night in the village?

"Right. Tomorrow morning, we'll have the bandits' survival. How about two silver coins a head?

"Hey, no transportation, no fees? What's the matter? Was he that kind?

"Ugh. Instead, send me a good request the next time it happens. You got it."

The two had such an exchange with laughter, and the scene left. Seeing Pluriel and his people listening nearby, Ort takes a word, confirmation.

"If everyone doesn't want to stay, I'm going to go back first. But if you say you can stay, why don't you stay with me?"

Everyone looked at Olt asking.

"What about the period? I have some money, but if you don't take it long enough, it's gonna dry up."

"In the meantime, I'd like to see how it goes for a month"

"It's nothing good. But when it's going to be too long, you might get out of the party."

"Of course, I'm not going to stay that long"

"Even Warcraft hunt and collect materials? Just around the corner are deep woods and mountains"

"Sure. It's been a long time since I've hunted a warcraft without a request. You might make the other way around."

Unsurprisingly, everyone rejoices in being on board, and Ort replies with a laugh. And at the end of the day, Pluriel opened his mouth.

"... that Van, you don't think he's noble, do you? Well, you don't even look like a normal kid."

"... right. That's the most reason I want to stay. Is that all those kids have liver sitting on them? The head also spins unusually fast. Well, you're a nobleman, so you'll be educated all the time, but based on that, it's strange."

Tone with the words of Pluriel and snort deeply. Everyone roared and saw Van in the distance again.

At first glance, he's a child with a noble atmosphere like nobility. But if you open your mouth, that image will collapse.

I stand polite and relaxed, but still look like a courteous normal child. There is no such thing as words or deeds as looking down on an aristocratic commoner.

And that's the word.

"... I feel like I've never seen you ready for nobility before."

I didn't know what to describe it, and I did. Then everyone agrees.

"Sure."

When one affirmed, everyone said the same thing to their mouths.

"If you ask me, I'd say it's not the right kind of magic for an attack."

"I mean, that's when those kids tried to die for everybody, right?

"Huh, he's a stranger."

Pluriel opens her mouth with a strange face where she exuberantly exuberances.

"... when I was in danger, I was saved. You owe me back."

A man watching the scene agrees with Pluriel grumbling about that.

"Yes, yes! That was a move I didn't think of as a child. It looks like a knight in line could use a sword."

"You're not even ten yet, are you?

"Does it matter?"

The debate gradually becomes incandescent.

"A strange child."

When one said so, Ort answered with his arms together.

"Right. But of all the nobles I know, it's preferable to anyone."

"Definitely. If she becomes lord of a great territory, I'd like to see what that territory will look like."

To that word, Ort raises the edge of his mouth.

"Oh. What do you say? Why don't you help that kid for a little while?

Four of our colleagues respond promptly to the proposal.

"Fine."

"No objection"

"No problem."

It's good.

Ort looked proudly at his people and laughed.

"Thanks"

[Pluriel]

I've always wondered, but there are things I couldn't ask inside with post-processing.

So I said a word to the bandit's body at the beginning and to my fellow detainees, and then I went to Van.

Van was just talking about something with the maid's kid and the slave kid.

"Master Van. Next, I want you to risk Kamsin's life first, okay?

"I get it. Bet."

"I never heard it properly, Master Van."

"Wow, I get it. Don't cry."

Seeing the maid who cried out, Van is upset and comforted that she has done so. The slave child sees his hand with a busty face.

"... we need to be more powerful"

The child of a slave who grumbles so dissatisfied.

Even though that child would still be a child, I got the impression that she was either influenced by her husband or in a hurry to live. Those kids will not hesitate to throw their lives for Van.

"Hey, is that good?

When I rang that, the three of them turned this way once, and the maid panicked and turned away. I look behind me wiping my tears and smile at Van.

"You're young, but you're already making girls cry"

I'll make a joke. Then Van clapped his shoulders in a bitter mix of laughter.

"I'm worried about being honest with women. Especially for important women."

And I said something childless again, turning the maid's face bright red. It was a maid who hid her face with both hands, but she found out because it was bright red to her ears.

I look Van in the eye and open my mouth.

"Master Van isn't actually an elf or anything, is he? There are times when you don't look like a child."

A question that would seem rude to a normal aristocratic opponent, Van laughed without looking particularly concerned.

"This Till has been taking care of me since I was a baby. I'm sure he's just a human being."

I snort at Van for saying so.

"Where did you learn the sword?

Unexpectedly, I heard it without respect. But it doesn't look like he cared either, and Van gets a difficult face and sighs.

"You saw that knight's uncle, didn't you? Dee and I are very strong among the Knights, but I was trained directly by that guy. I'm training you to be stronger than I am, even though I'm not much bigger. It's a ghost, Dee."

Van laughed as troubled as he daunted his dissatisfaction. While complaining, I guess you don't think Dee bad.

"So the way Master Van thinks, the knowledge, that Esperda came from a deacon guy?

"Right. Well, the way you think seems to have an effect on Till or something."

Answering that far, Van looked at this one with his neck tilted. Why do you ask that? That's what my eyes say.

I made my dwelling right, and I saluted it.

"With Master Van's actions and the power of his sword, I was helpful then. Thank you. I will never forget this grace."

When I said that and looked up, Van laughed furiously.

"Fine. Forget it, forget it."

I accidentally circled my eyes to Van, who said that in an easygoing manner.

If this is due to aristocratic charisma, I think it's a big deal. Look, because I've already grabbed the heart of the adventurer.