Former General Is Undead Knight

Leaving Cradle, Lambert was taken by Fiona and the others to the adventurer's guild, Dusk of the Spirit, on the second floor of the building.

I entered the room behind the guild, the Guildmaster's office.

The guild master of "Twilight of the Spirit" was a long-haired man.

The age is like the middle of thirty.

"This is Mr. Germain, guild master of The Spirit's Twilight."

Fiona explained that to Lambert, then Fiona made a report to Germain.

It was easy for now to investigate the village, and first we talked in detail about one thing with Cradle that we met on the table.

Germain sighed deeply as he finished listening the whole way.

"... I'm sorry. I didn't know Cradle was this far...... I thought if I let it go, the harassment would stop soon."

"I can't even bother the tavern downstairs much, and you might have to seriously think about relocating. Besides, don't let the 'Demon Golden Dragon' catch your eye in this city, don't do it"

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Fiona felt responsible for getting her eyes on the 'Demonic Golden Dragon' through Cradle, or she bit her lower lip and leaned down.

Germain looks at the condition and meditates his eyes, shaking his head small.

"Fiona won't be the only one aiming.... it might be me who got involved"

Germain said in a whining, smaller voice.

Then I open my eyes and keep going with my voice back.

"This city is a little strange. The relocation could have been done, even if this was the case. Originally, it was a rented building. It doesn't even hurt as much. Well... I spare a little of the trust I've built so far.... Now, the man with the armor over there has left Cradle for me. Let's thank you."

"Shouldn't you not have put your hands on it?

If Lambert asked that, Germain shook his head that was outrageous.

"There's no reason." The Demonic Golden Dragon "is certainly a high strength. The only way I can cross with them would be as much as I am in Twilight of the Spirit. The influence within the city is also enormous, and it does hurt to be eyed. But they are... more frigid than the guild behind them. If they were taken, I can't imagine what Fiona would have seen. Anyway, the customer is the Earl of Auvoc."

"Ho."

After all, Count Obock seems to repeat quite a few dark things behind him.

Visiting the Adventurer Guild to gather information did not seem a mistake.

"Hopefully, I just want them to hear more... Besides, what the hell is a back guild...?

Fiona answered the question that Lambert had put to his mouth.

"The back guild is about the people who take on illegal jobs. Often the presence hasn't been very bright. It is there and the people who are hiding and working mainly. But some of them are using them as backshields instead of taking on the dirty work of the powerful"

"Fiona's right. It's not something I can talk about very easily... right. I can't say you're irrelevant either. It would be good to talk about it."

Germain foreshadows that and then continues with a slight drop in the volume of his voice.

"'The Dragon of Demonic Gold' takes on the normal work as its subject. Besides, it's so famous that there's no one in this city you don't know. It doesn't really apply to the back guild. It's just... what I found out while I was gathering information with my guild in the land," The Demonic Golden Dragon "is likely the focal point for Count Obock to ask for work on the back guild." The Dragon of Demonic Gold "itself also has strange movements, such as acting after grasping the situation of the back guild. Often, the guilds on the table and the guilds behind them bump into each other at conflicting requests, but they don't have it at all in" The Demonic Golden Dragon ". It's as if we're showing each other in advance"

"I see..."

"They themselves, if it's hard on people, don't know what they're going to do. He's very good at hiding his tail, but he doesn't have any direct evidence."

Probably even used this route when Count Obock induced the bandits to attack the village, Lambert guessed.

"And more than that, let me ask you more about your identity. It's not like I can talk to someone I don't know much about. Apparently, our Fiona got help..."

"This guy got caught by a bandit when we went to see what was going on in the village at our request... that's when he helped us. However, he didn't seem very familiar with the area, so I thought maybe life would be troublesome, and he just suggested from me that we stay in" Spirit Dusk "for a while..."

To Germain's question, Fiona answered.

Germain roared after seriously checking Lambert's face (the helmet).

"If you're also a benefactor to an important work colleague, you can't say no. Just, can I show you my face once?

"... Hmm"

Lambert was asked by Germain and replied so as to roar.

If you spend time in the city, you run the risk of encountering these crises.

Lambert wasn't oblivious to that either.

But whether it can actually be dealt with is a completely different matter.

Lambert tried to disguise himself as calm, but the upset was slightly exposed over his helmet as well.

Lambert has gallbladder. It was just deadly radish.

I couldn't really throw up.

"... what's up? You're saying you can't take it?

"Once upon a time... I was badly injured. It's not something that people can see."

Germain had been thinking about it for a while when he heard it, but eventually he shook his head slowly as he exhaled, then mouthed the conclusion.

"... well, fine. There's no way I'm not returning the favor I received. However, if it seems to annoy us, let us disconnect. That's all I need you to accept first. It's just... I don't think this city of Einsas is comfortable with you."

Germain concluded that he was being looked at from somewhere because of Lambert's neglect of information, his dislocation from the public and his desire to hide his face.

That's why I made it clear that I wasn't going to hide it when the chaser arrived.

Lambert, who was going to get away with the worst, sensed what Germain was thinking and decided to talk to each other.

"It helps...... Don't worry about it. If I know what I want to know, I'm not going to stay for long."

"Shall I just have the formal paperwork written for now? Hey, Lily, I have an offer to belong on that shelf over there, so take one."

At Germain's direction, Lily takes the paper out of the shelf and hands it to Lambert.

(Name……)

Up to this point, I've been deluded, but it's time to have something appropriate.

"I'll lend you my desk and pen. Write it down now."

Although they gave me paper, I can't think of a proper name.

After much trouble, Lambert filled in 'Lambert Dracroix' as it was and his name exactly as it was in his lifetime.

It was over two hundred years ago.

That's what I thought, that no one would realize whether they were themselves.

Lambert had intended to choose without any concern, but this was the sex of the undead who became obsessed with the way he lived.

The undead is an adamant in his lifetime mission and way of life, and it is that obsession that is also the chain that keeps the soul of the undead tied to this world.

Lloyd steals Lambert's written name from the side.

"Was the name Lambert? I wish you had told me..."

Germain received the paper Lambert had placed, checked it with his own eyes, and then laughed with his nose.

"Lambert Dracroix......? That's a big one. I'm not going to bite you if you don't use a pseudonym, but I think you can do this easily... Be careful not to buy a smile when compared to the real one at best."

Germain compared the paper name to what Lambert looked like and said as if he was frightened.

Lloyd didn't seem to notice, but Germain seemed familiar to Lambert Dracroix in his name.

Fiona was also grinning bitterly after hearing Germain's words and looking a little like he had a bite to eat.

(Germain and Fiona sound familiar to me by my name)

"... what's up? Is that a celebrity's name or something?

Lloyd frowned wonderfully and asked Germain.

"A little more. You should read the book. Heroes of the Kingdom of Legions in the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms...... Griff Parkaiser would know, wouldn't he?

Lambert felt slightly itchy thinking it was exactly about him, but I was surprised that his former best friend's name popped up by accident.

Griff Parkaiser.

He is one of the same four demon generals as Lambert, as well as Teng himself who pushed him down to the bottom of the cliff.

"G., of course I know Griff. Don't be ridiculous."

Answer like Lloyd is upset.

"The biggest obstacle, virtually at the end of the day, is Lambert Dracroix, who stood in front of Griff Parkaiser fighting for an end to the War of the Eight Kingdoms"

Among what Germain tells us, Lambert Dracroix had become a great villain.

"Lambert Dracroix, who was originally an orphan, was raised by his rigidity by no choice of means during the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, and ascended to the Four Demons. And he said he tried to become the champion of the western part of the Warrimian continent himself, plotting to kill his rival, Griff Parkaiser, and his lord, Aurelia Alreart. It turns out he lost his battle with Griff Parkaiser, and he threw himself and lost his life."

"What, just a traitor? I think I've heard of him for a little while... but I don't remember him like that. I'm not a scholar, I'm an adventurer. That's Griff Parkaiser's stepping stone."

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Lambert was listening to his place in history as if he were a human being in a completely different, distant country somewhere.

So much so that I rebelled in my head after hearing it, and remembered that it was finally my own thing.

As far as the history of the country is concerned, it would sound much better to say that a hero executed a traitor rather than murdered a loyal minister after suspicion.

We cannot spread extra dirt in order to move forward with just united and stable governance.

I could understand that, but it was unacceptable to Lambert that all that sword was waved for Aurelia and the result was made in history as a rebel drowned in his desire for authority.

As a Four Demon General, Lambert wanted at least a proud death.

If I had flesh, I would have zeroed my tears.

It was the advantages of the undead's body, even lonely, that did not give him any extra suspicion about it.