Former General Is Undead Knight

Count Obock and one man were face-to-face in the office behind the second floor of the Count Obock residence.

Confronted with Count Obock is a skinny long swordsman.

He was slightly cat-backed, had sloppy stretched purple blue hair, and was a prominent, unhegemonic man with an insensitive mustache.

The two escort knights on both sides of the Earl of Orbok stare at the man with indifferent eyes.

The man glanced back at it sideways before turning to Count Obock.

Count O'Bock grinned, cuckolded, and raised his voice as he stroked his saggy double jaw with his fingers.

"Hector, it was a trick. I was sniffing around about my brother, and I didn't know he'd caught the survival of the former Baron Juice family so lightly. He seemed to have a reputation for standing up quite well, but with you in front of him, would the baby have been the same?"

The long-haired man, known as Hector, scratched his legs boringly, slowly finishing his elongation before responding to Count Obock's words.

"... such a boring thank you is fine, Count. If that's all you need, I'll let you go back to your room."

Two of the escort knights move between Pickle and the brow.

"Hector! You are disrespectful to Master Obock...!

Count Obock put his hand in front of the escort knight's face, showing Ni and his teeth and laughing.

"I don't mind, I don't mind."

"... Dear Obock. I am afraid that I will be able to advance. If you just suddenly put such a disrespectful man near you, if you allow yourself, it will also involve the morale of the others."

Count Obock was usually a snoring, seniority, a thorough preference for those who suck at themselves and rub sesame seeds.

But Hector was suddenly the man the Earl of Orbok had picked up, and until then he had no edge.

It has not been a year since I have been a subordinate, and I have adopted a pale attitude towards Count Obock as well.

For those nearby who have been sipping delicious juice with the Earl of Orbok for a long time, newcomers who have just entered and are privileged were the object of jealousy and frustration.

"I don't mind, my brother says..."

As Count Obock turned a slight eyeball, the escort knight silenced.

"And if you'll excuse me,"

"Huff... it's Hector. That attitude, it hasn't changed for a year. Aren't you afraid of us?

"... Countess, I appreciate it. I've caused too much trouble. I don't know when I was assassinated without the Count's back shield."

"Even with all those arms, are you afraid of assassinations? You rarely get behind on foot, do you?

"If that poison is served, it will pass away. I'm human, too. Count, apart from me, if you're going to die in battle, that's fine. One more time, just once, if I can fight someone I can be serious about, that's fine."

Living alongside the crisis of life from childhood, Hector was based on its excessive stress, a brain that did not feel excited or touched unless it was in the midst of the killing of extreme conditions.

Also happy or unhappy, Hector had the overwhelming gift of swordsmanship.

As he stretched out his swordsmanship arms in the killing and drove himself to the dead in search of excitement again, and continued to gain experience, he had an incomparable strength in his hands with other swordsmen.

But because of that, Hector had become a human being with no emotion whatsoever for living.

Hector had been pursuing a swordsman with the strength to push himself for years.

"The excitement of those days... if you can't feel it with this untouchable, defeating-head, that's fine."

Hector sighed powerlessly as he said so and poked Tong and his own head slightly at his fingertips.

"Beside someone like the Count. Oh, I didn't think I'd run out of opportunities like that... guess what..."

Count Obock was silently listening to Hector's rhetoric.

But the frustration of the two escort knights was steadily soliciting.

"If you want to die so badly, kill him here!

Finally, one crack pulled out his sword and released his sword to Hector's back.

Hector disappeared and his sword tip stabbed him at his desk.

Count Obok stares uncomfortably at the tip of his sword.

"Nah......! also, I'm sorry, Master O'Bock!

Turn your face bright blue and look around you with warmth.

He put his sword to Hector, so he thought Hector would take revenge.

But Hector had already started walking towards the exit of the office.

exit forward, and suddenly Hector stopped his leg and strayed to the side.

Momentum opened the door well and one of Count Obock's private soldiers, Leekov, jumped in from the inside.

"And if you'll excuse me! Oh, my God! There's an intruder in the building...!

"Without even knocking, you're in a hurry, Reekov. Besides, the report will come after it's captured."

Count Obock taps his desk with his tongue and pinky finger.

"Oh, that's... that's...!

Reekov hesitated and seemed desperate to find the words, but he could not find the exact words, and they were just retreating.

"It's like you're a kid's use, Count. Wouldn't you rather have fewer personnel?

Hector said boringly, avoiding Reekov, he headed to the exit and bowed his head to Pepper and Count Obock.

"Master Marchido, Captain Marchido has been killed!

"Oh, my God, are you dead? That boy."

Hector stops and laughs spirally.

Count Obock changed the color of his eyes and stared at Reekov.

"How many thieves are there? Marchido wasn't wandering around alone! Where is he?

Count Obock had a good understanding of Marchido's tenuous character.

You can't risk it for no reason.

If so, it is reasonable to assume that the majority of Marchid's men were slashed.

He also believed that there could be no such forces as forces capable of attacking this Earl of Orbok residence.

Nobles in this region fear the presence of the Earl of Aubok, who is also well versed in some of the key positions in the King's capital.

There's no way a wooden nobleman can poke at the Earl of Obock.

Given the damage done to the great nobles, there is no way they can attack here for no reason.

It is also unlikely that the royal family, even if there is a raid, will not get any prior information for hearing of Count Obock's evil.

Count Obock was in a position where he was promised safety in all respects.

What faction is launching an attack on Count Obock's residence?

"Well... there are only two enemies! Just the two of us! Thirty soldiers, including Captain Markido, were killed in no time!

An impact ran to the Earl of Orbok.

He froze with his mouth open, and then let his body tremble in defiance.

"Bubba... Bubba, stupid! Don't be silly! It can't be! Hurry up and gather the soldiers in this mansion and capture them!

The two escort knights, too, couldn't believe Reekov's words and stood flat.

"Hurry up! Reekov! Go back and tell the others!

"Hiya! Yes, I don't like it! I don't want to go back! I don't like it!"

"Don't be silly, Reekov! Hey, Hector, what are you laughing at!

Hector was listening to Count Obock and Reekov as he stood near the exit.

Hector touched his own mouth and seemed to realize for the first time that he was laughing.