Former General Is Undead Knight

It was three years ago, when Lambert came back to life as an undead night.

There were strange visitors to Viscount Lagard's Hall.

She was a girl of a different appearance, wearing surfaces with tears added to both eyes and dressed in cloistered clothing and a cloistered hat in a variety of colors.

Viscount Lagar and his men, who had been threatened when they heard a hell of a big man was coming, were drawing their faces to the appearance of the girl who appeared.

Viscount Lagar's men, who brought the girl in, were also frowning about what was going on.

"Ya 'll be in trouble. Bring me in, I'm in a hurry. I don't know about this girl, Viscount Lagar."

Viscount Lagar had doubtlessly distorted his fat, tense face, making deep wrinkles all over his face.

"Hahaha, a joke joke. More than that, is it time to sit in a chair?

A girl on the road stretches out her white glove fingers and shows her a chair that accompanies her desk.

"What, this kid! Pick it out! Why did you bring this stuff here!

Viscount Lagar slaps the floor with a cane in his hand like he had an eclampsia.

"But... in shape, she hasn't changed her appearance for a long time..."

"Bring the real thing! They're good people, they don't know what to do when you piss them off! Get this uncomfortable kid out of here!

Viscount Lagar rises and punches the head of his men, who brought the girl, with a cane.

My men bleed out of their heads and fall on the spot.

"Also, sorry! Immediately, immediately...!

The girl looked at it boringly, but, as I thought of it, put up a bright red metal rod in her hand.

"Respond to my voice, come from the physical realm, dance the truncated platform Porterciser"

The magic formation unfolds, and a giant jade with eyeballs floats on both blades in Viscount Lagard's present.

Summoning Sorcery… It is a sorcery called the Spirit, which calls out by covenant with a people of another world.

"Mm...? Hi-ha, hi-ha!

Viscount Lagar flies back in surprise.

The rest of my men become noisy.

Summoning witchcraft that interferes with other worlds is difficult, and spirits are difficult.

Only a handful of magicians can manipulate summoning magic.

"Now you understand? I said," The Flute Demon "Eight Wise Men, Luluk Luluk. I can't believe he called me a terrible kid and suspected me of not knowing what to do. I've come a long way to negotiate with you, but I'm a little stubborn."

"But I'm sorry, Master Eight Sages Look! Forgive me!

Viscount Lagar lowers her head, turning her face bright blue.

"Haha, I guess I'm a little too angry. It's okay, it's okay, 'cause I don't give a shit. He's an important negotiator, and I'm an adult, too. I can't even look at you with this. Because I know I'm the one who has a tough look. It's me, isn't it?"

Viscount Lagar looks up in relief.

"No, but this is the one with the rudeness... sorry for the rudeness..."

"Don't be more relaxed, haha, stiff. Because I, among the Eight Wise Men, am quite common sense. That's why I was chosen to negotiate. With the exception of the boss and me, you're just a little bit of a freak, aren't you, Arr?"

"Ha ha... Oh really, Master Luluk"

Viscount Lagar makes his men wipe their sweat with cloth.

"You can do it. Well, that's about it for nothing..."

As the Taoist girl, Luluk, twisted her cane, the poltercizer circled around and slashed off the neck of her men, whom Viscount Lagar was beating with his cane.

Pan and blood dance, his neck flying to the corner of the room.

The spiritual poltercizer of the physical world disappeared as if he had finished his role.

"Is it time to start the talks"

In a quiet room, lookin 'relaxed takes a seat.

"Ah, ah... why...?

A man of my men who was wiping Viscount Lagar's sweat shrugs.

"Huh? No, no, no, not good if the Viscount's neck is slashed, is it?

One person, I didn't understand what Luluk had to say.

After a long silence, Viscount Lagar commands his men with a blue face, "Or, clean it up".

"Master Lagar! But but............!

"I don't mind. Count Obock, the Phantom of that aristocracy, also said he was on" The Whistling Devil ". They are seriously looking to overthrow the state. If Count Obock rode it, there's no mistake. You can't come this far and pull it off."

"Yes..."

Forecasting the conclusion of discussions between Viscount Lagard and his men's whispers, Luluk coughed a tall throat.

Stop the poor shaking of your body and your mocking eyes will be set straight.

"Now, as you know, the nobility of the Kingdom of Legions has already shown a system of cooperation to our 'whistling demons', headed by Count Obock. Our ultimate purpose lies in the collapse and takeover of the present kingdom of the Kingdom of Legions. We, the" whistle-blowing devil ", promise to put ourselves in the key position with the establishment of the new Kingdom of Legions in return for the cooperation of the Viscount Lagard"

While Luluk talks even like someone else, at some point he hands over the paperwork he had in his hands to Viscount Lagard's men.

The contents are specifically packed with the content of the mouth.

"In addition to basic financial and other support, I would like you to entrust the management of the small city of Tethomburg in Viscount Lagard to this look."

"Tetomburku......?

Viscount Lagar looks up.

"Are you dissatisfied, Viscount?

From behind the surface, I feel the gaze of the monster.

"Yes, no! It's just that... the small city of Tethomburg was a city adjacent to a mine to build for mining and throw in and work with the city's floaters... because it has too much toxic gas and can't take a lot of ore, so it's still in deficit... Naturally, there's no point in forcing it to operate, so it's totally ghosttown now. It's embarrassing."

Viscount Lagar wriggles his hand and tells him to flatter.

"Phew," Luluk says, moving his legs butterfly, gaining momentum and standing up.

"Of course it's fine, that's about it. I've been doing some digging. Just that I didn't have the right place to fit the terms. Well, I'm sure the Viscount will appreciate your cooperation."

The condition of Luluk's voice had returned to that of a teasing child.

After the talks were over and Luluk left the hall, Viscount Lagar had been questioned by his men in the office.

"Are you sure you want to join hands with those people? Even now, you should press charges…"

"... I can't do that. Remember that big fire in Baron Hillnice six months ago? That was probably in retaliation for" The Whistling Devil "in an attempt to press charges. You should look at them sweetly."

"But I didn't know the upper echelons acted as a very decent organization in such a lunatic..."

"It's working, so you're hiding so far in the country and succeeding in the aristocratic pockets. By the time the Royal Legions realize it, they will return the pawn thoroughly and the unstained will be a formula to eliminate. They're horrible... but that's why it makes sense to ride. Nong et al., all you have to do is ride the winning horse and sip the savory juice. In short, they don't want the royal family on their side when things happen. I'm not expecting nothing less from the work of Nong et al. The dangerous side, they do it all on their own. Until the royal family disappears."

Viscount Lagar drips thick cheek meat with a grin that lacks character.