Former General Is Undead Knight

Having been put on a pedestrian Gansas carriage and arriving in the Viscount of Lagarh and the central city of Kraan, Lambert just left for the Glades, based on information from Gansas.

If there is indeed repression by the soldiers of the Lords, it is not a question that can be seen as a lambale, which was the tip of the culmination of the former kingdom soldiers.

If necessary, it was a presence that immediately boarded and stuffed to the lord and, depending on the response, truncated.

The narrow alley is followed by a plank-applied and reinforced house.

With a dirty wall on his back, a skinny old man was sitting on the floor.

"Old man, I'd like to ask you about Viscount Lagard and his private soldiers."

If Lambert asks, the old man opens his eyes and sees Lambert.

"Wow, Non, I don't know anything! So please, give me a break!

The old man says, shaking his voice, and stands up.

Running away from Lambert in an irresistible foothold.

He talked extra and seemed afraid he would be retaliated against later by Viscount Lagard.

(Quite, the fear seems to be deeply ingrained. You don't have to ask.)

Lambert gives up so much and looks for the next clue.

But people were found, and the reaction when asked was no different from that of an old man.

As Lambert put his hand on his helmet and wondered what was going on, the door of the house opened slightly and he was watching Lambert, a girl.

From my back length, I'm not even ten years old yet.

The red hair is blurred and wears clothes connected with cloth.

If Lambert turns his face, a smile lights up the face of the child who was watching Lambert in fear.

"Knight! You knight! Bad people, you came to kill me, didn't you?

Lambert walks over to the girl.

The girl opened the door and stepped out in front of Lambert.

Ever since I came to the slums of the central city of Kraan, this kid has been the most responsive.

When you may hear something, there are expectations in Lambert's chest.

"Um, yeah. I am Lambert Dracroix, one of the Four Demons of the Kingdom of Legions."

"Let's go......? I don't know, but wow! Cool!"

"would be so"

Lambert snorts deeply.

"Lambert, did you come to kill a clown?

"Clowns......? Oh, my God, that's"

"My dad said it. Since the clown came to the lord's hall, this place has gone crazy... so to the knight..."

Before the girl ran out, Lambert was turning his arms behind her back.

From behind the lambale, he wore his shoulder and a wooden stick was swinging down.

Lambert snapped a wooden stick with his swinging arm, and the piercing hand, which he continued to release, plundered the raider's cheek and pierced the wall.

Raiders collapse with short screams.

Lambert goes on to raise his finger-extended cage hand wide.

It is obvious if you look at the beautifully perforated walls to crush the heads easily, just as they were lowered.

"Daddy, Daddy...?

A girl calls out to the raiders.

Lambert sees a man attacking himself.

He was a red-haired, inert bearded man.

I could assume that it was around the thirties, although it looked slightly old because of the neighborhood under my eyes and because of the dirt or the grey skin.

The raider enters the scene like he's cut off from despair.

And stare at the ground, squealing in a small voice, like hitting a wrath that doesn't work.

"Altie... I told you not to open the door, that's all..."

Apparently the girl called her name Altie, and the raider was like her father.

"Explain yourself and look. Depending on your response, I'll put you on hold."

Lambert dares to leak his temper and asks the man.

Regardless of the brave warrior, this pressure cannot be overwhelmed by the constant.

No human being can lie in front of Lambert's oppression that leaks his temper.

The man folds his body quickly and lowers his head to Lambert.

"Wow, I don't care what happens! But please, please, just my daughter, just miss my daughter......! Since I lost my wife, it's my, it's the only meaning of life!

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Lambert slowly lowers his raised arm as he looks down at the man.

"I didn't expect to beg for my daughter's life first, in danger of her life. Big temper. You should take care of it."

The man doesn't know what happened, he looks up in fear and sees Lambert.

(But what an unusual threat)

It's called an old man, it's called Altie's father, too overreacting.

The whole ghetto seemed to have suffered a great heartbreak.

And there, the sound of metal rubbing together sounded.

When it was the sound of armor, Lambert immediately noticed.

Turning to the sound, there were three uniformly dressed armored swordsmen, at the beginning of which was a magician wearing a hood deep and with a white side with a symbol painted on it.

"Oh, my God, you've got kids."

"Even with all that hunting, you still have it where it's left off."

"It's like a dirt frog (topo). It's gonna grow soon."

The armored swordsmen say with laughter.

Unified armaments carry the same crest.

(Viscount Lagard's private soldier? But what about the leading magician? Bad hobby coats and surfaces don't seem like they belong to noble private soldiers)

"You shouldn't. To rebuild a troubled territory, young children living in designated areas of the territory are to be sent as workers to various parts of the neighborhood, with minimal education. Ladies and gentlemen, we are working together in tears for our territory."

The magician on the face speaks, deliberately extending his arms to the left and right, shaking his head, for Christ's sake.

(I see, is this the identity of the manipulation and manipulation by the Lord's soldiers? I'm saying it sounds good, but a stuck lord is forcing a slave tax against a slum)

Lambert turns his consciousness to the great sword he is carrying.

Depending on how they come out, they intend to wield their weapons immediately.