From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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A good Pathfinder knows how to draw a line.

Especially when it comes to boundaries.

“Knng.”

My nose twitches and the temporary captain of my barracks beside me looks at me.

“Why?”

Why are you so close? It's a burden.

“Smells.”

“You just washed. ”

I can't dry all my clothes, but I'm soaking wet.

Much better than before.

Even if it doesn't smell good, it doesn't smell nasty if it doesn't stick close.

He twitches his nose at himself.

“Not that smell. ”

The beast leaves a trail of urine.

The way they go, the direction, the precinct.

‘From here, the deer district. ’

You shrug and shove the dirt out of your feet.

As I slow down, everyone sees me naturally.

“Wait.”

You raise your hands to stop them, bend your knees, and squat.

I grabbed a handful of dirt and smelled it properly.

It's vague enough that I don't know if I'm used to it.

The target is a beast.

‘I got it right. ’

You take a quick look at the group.

As a mercenary, I never thought I'd be left behind for anything less than my own eyes.

‘Two soldiers will pay for one. ’

The hatchet with the beard will look like a soldier, or a little better.

This is not a verbal ability.

It's an intuition by experience.

It is a judgment that considers your usual habits, including walking.

It takes less than half a day to see two soldiers.

Including the observation time, it takes two hours to complete.

During that time, Chris noticed that two soldiers were right-handed and had been armed since becoming professional soldiers.

You have to be good to be in your early twenties.

Their attitude and behavior make no difference from the current reserve.

‘Three times in and out of combat experience. ’

He's got a good appetite, so he's into this shit.

If you are in the army, you will see your ‘top’.

After three battles, most soldiers think.

I think I can handle a X.O.

Because it looks exactly like you.

There doesn't look like much.

He realizes that all he has is a few more fights than himself.

Experience.

[EXP increased]

The timing sounds good in your ears.

The biggest difference between the current soldier and the Reserve is experience.

With experience, they will look stronger than these soldiers.

“This is where the deer live. ”

“How do you plan on catching it? ”

A Soldier asks.

He seems to have a problem with everything.

“It's not that great. Find it first. ”

Do you think I explain myself?

I don't think this is the first axe I've ever seen.

“We dig a trap and wait. And we'll lure them in. ”

‘If you're good.’

That's what I thought.

I explained, and my gaze turned to the ground.

I see the Red Herb.

If the White Herb alleviates inflammation and is effective for anesthesia.

A Red Herb is an energising herb.

In order to mine herbs and become a pharmacist, you learn ‘colors’.

It is the first thing to learn the usefulness of various herbs such as white, red, yellow, and blue.

Of course, there are many things that are fragmented within it.

‘Red Paul. ’

A grass called a red stick.

It's just a type of red herb that people use.

It tastes the same and works the same.

However, it is different for Red Horned Deer.

This deer only eats red poles.

The moment I found the red herb rising straight up, I thought:

If you're good, you might catch a real red horn.

I'm the only one who has hunting experience with poor power.

I didn't think I'd miss it if I could see it.

*

It's not all about the eyes.

Raise your senses.

It reminds me of what I learned while digging for herbs, searching for paths, and searching for treasure.

Look with your eyes, smell with your scent, and feel with your touch.

‘About now.'

I've assigned two soldiers and five reserves, and I've got them all standing by.

I told the congregation not to light a campfire or pee anywhere.

The smell of human urine is like a sign to the beast.

At night, a dark darkness surrounds me.

The moonlight illuminates the land, but the sun doesn't penetrate properly during the day.

“Can you really catch it? ”

“I don't know.”

You brought two strong reserves for Mall.

I left my axe, and I brought a temporary commander and a nosebleed.

You hear them whispering.

“But if we catch it, can we eat some? ”

It's an anticipated snout.

“I hope so. ”

The interim commander was relaxed.

You'd be on your back right now.

When we came to the forest, we never had a proper meal.

No, I've been dragged here to eat black bread and pork claw stew.

“I'm starving to death. ”

I put my finger on the tip of my nose.

“Shh.”

I stopped terribly at the end of his words.

I saw traces of urine and followed the way of animals.

A good hunter knows how to find an animal.

I know how to connect the trail to the trail.

The destination of the next path was now in front of me.

I took a quiet breath and looked at one side.

Beyond three trees.

I see a sparkling light.

Gulp.

Nervous Blacksmith swallows saliva.

I wonder if people with those shiny eyes are common at night.

I determined the location of the light floating in the air, specifying a target.

Deer.

Hungry? I'll make you hungry.

You pick up the stone you picked up on your way here.

A stone as big as a fist.

The first thing I've learned to hunt is to stone them.

I'm confident I'll get it right.

‘One. ’

You can't just run after a deer that leaps into the ground.

A left arm instead of a right arm.

I'm more confident about throwing rocks with my left hand.

Spray shoulders forward.

Like a whip from top to bottom.

Your arms are killing the air.

Your fingertips push the stone away.

Heave!

The stone cuts through the calm darkness.

Boom! Boom!

‘That's right.'

The Pokémon doesn't rust even if it lacks strength.

Queek!

The fallen man screams.

“Grab it!”

Commander Burinake and his snout run towards him.

Then he jumps up and starts running.

“Over there!”

I pointed to one side and said,

The moonlight reflects his back.

The three of us chased after the crippled man who started running.

[Speech Skill: 1]

I heard the artifact's voice.

Ignore as usual.

Pa-bak!

The deer that cuts through the darkness is fast.

‘You're stronger than I thought. ’

That's what I thought.

That's how I followed him.

The head of a man running where the moonlight shines clearly.

"Horn."

You can see the horn rising high.

Bigger and taller than a normal deer.

As far as I know, there was only one deer like it.

‘Red Horn. ’

I was sure that the colors were indistinguishable.

I've already caught him once.

Red Horns are hard to find, but catching them is no different from the others.

“Don't miss out! ”

I shouted.

You hurl two more stones as you run.

One missed and the other hit the opposite thigh.

Not much power, but he stumbles for a moment.

That's how I drove him one way.

It's time for me to catch my breath and run no more.

“Now!"

Three-lines stand between the big trees.

Hand-made mites are the ones on the ropes.

Bang!

The moment he hits the rope, the two soldiers standing behind the tree fall at the same time.

“Ugh!”

A soldier groans faintly.

The Red Horn was very powerful.

Queeeek!

The deer screams.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

I took a deep breath and bashed his head in with a rock.

Boom!

Queeeek!

Knock, knock!

Hit him three times, his head pops open and he breathes his last day.

“Whew.”

‘His health. ’

[EXP increased]

And this artifact.

Two soldiers stood up and looked at me.

One of them falls and hits his back with a moaning sound.

I took a breath and saw the commander and his nosebleed following me.

"Ha, ha, did you catch it?"

He asks.

"Of course, son. I am Hunter Chris."

Two soldiers are surprised.

“This · · · ·. ”

One man's words blur.

I said with a smile on my face.

“You've never seen a Red Horned Deer before? ”

*

“Shall we eat here? ”

I smiled and asked, and the soldier gladly nodded.

A smiling soldier.

Of course I do.

Everyone on the continent knows that red horns are good for your energy.

It's a very expensive herb that's hard to get.

You can't sell it, but if you bribe your boss, he'll pay you the price.

I borrowed a dagger and used it to peel off its hide.

“Help me.”

In my words, the entire garrison was swarming.

“Can we eat? ”

Someone asks.

“So what? Just to watch? ”

I smiled and hung a rope on the stag's legs.

I hung on the tree, fingers grabbed the neck, and cut off the blood vessel.

Glug glug. Glug, glug.

There was blood everywhere.

“Don't eat it all. ”

A soldier approaches and says.

“No way.”

You just have to eat properly and take the rest to your base.

You draw blood, you put a dagger to cut off one leg.

An axe approaches you from behind.

“Me.”

Yeah, you're hungry, too, silent.

Slit and dice with the axe.

I grind hard as usual, and the day is very lively.

Soon a leg was cut off.

I was busy moving around with it.

Immerse it in the stream and light a campfire next to it.

The user raises a flat, comfortable stone after setting up its support.

All of this was done without rest.

When I feel like it's hot enough.

“You're really good at this. ”

The soldier vomits.

You're welcome.

About this much. Can't even get on the Survival Skill Axis.

I took the leg, minus the blood, and sliced it properly with a dagger.

If it's too thick, it takes a long time to cook.

I know a lot of recipes, but this is the best I can do.

A thinly thinned meat.

“Can you light one more campfire? ”

As I asked, the reserves have gathered and made another fire right next to them.

Kids, you listen to me.

Glug glug.

You hear similar noises everywhere, starting with the signal you hear from someone's ship.

I'm so hungry too.

The same goes for two soldiers.

“Give it to me when it's done. ”

Eating freshly baked meat is not an opportunity like this.

Place a mangled meat on a stone.

Chi Chi Yin.

You hear a faint sound.

“I'll cut. ”

One of the reserves steps forward.

I gave him the dagger, and I put the meat up.

It ripens quickly to slice.

"Too bad there's no salt."

A soldier who makes tea I've tasted.

Too bad.

There were petals collected from the White Herb.

If you dry it well for half a day in the sun, it crumbles and crumbles.

I sprinkled it on the meat.

Gulp.

“What are you sprinkling? ”

He swallows a saliva and buries the commander.

“A magical seasoning. ”

“Huh?"

“· · · Like salt. ”

It's hard to get real salt, so I made it.

Profit.

I gave one ripe meat to the soldier first.

He puts it in a mouthful of hot air.

The soldier who ate the well pretends to lift his thumb.

"You're really good at this."

I repeated the same thing. Son of a bitch.

I roasted meat without rest.

This is enough for two soldiers and a reserve.

The blood is blurry, but it tastes bitter.

Dried petals gave me a salty taste and gave me amazing meat.

I had a cold bite, too.

Ha.

Heaven is no different.

Delicious.

It's been a while.

Looking at the campfire left next to you, I begin my work.

“Do what?”

The commander asks.

"Smoke up. You should eat Lind too."

People who are injured should eat well on their own.

Two soldiers nod, looking at me.

“It's cool to care about your colleagues. ”

“Of course.”

Builds a support back on the campfire and ignites the smoke.

One or two hours was enough.

The two soldiers show a pause of concern as they arrange the order of the matchstick.

Then he had a small talk with the soldier next to him and told me.

“I'm going to take you out of the fireplace today. ”

Thank you.

I have more work to do.

It was dark, but I was busy eating.

After they finished eating, everyone fell asleep as soon as they hit their head, except for the axe beard that had become drowsy.

I finish the smoked meat, cover one campfire with dirt, and put out the fire.

Ta-da!

I listened to the sound of another campfire and stared closely at a tree.

It is a scar on a tree that cannot occur naturally.

It was a cut two lengths deep.