From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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When I took off my clothes, the pumpkin woke up whimpering.

Take it out and give it to Lynd. Take the barrel and feed the pig's milk to his mouth, and he eats it quickly.

"Hey, you're popping on your clothes."

"Son of a bitch, that's enough. You're holding this cute creature."

A puppy with white hair that glows amber eyes.

No, a wolf.

The nostrils are red, and the fur lies flat.

If you hold it with both hands, it is small enough to cover everything with your hands.

“It's cute. ”

I left the pumpkin with Lynd, and I took off all my clothes.

"Oh, it's cold."

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

But you can't leave it to anyone else.

“Digo.”

“Huh?"

Digo, who has been working on catching frogs for a long time, approaches.

“Can you hold me with one hand? ”

“· · With one hand? ”

Digo scratches his head for a moment and bends to a 90-degree angle for a burning egg in one arm.

“Do you want to hang out? ”

“How old are you? ”

“Fifteen.”

There may be Giants among our ancestors.

Or Ogres.

Human blood will be more abundant, given what it looks like.

Hanging on to that arm, Digo shifts for a moment and survives.

“It could work.”

“Good.”

I wrapped up my naked clothes and tied them around my ankles like a rope.

“Pull it out twice. ”

“· · Huh? ”

“Pull it out twice. ”

“Yes.”

I pushed myself into the swamp, leaving Digo confused.

You roll the prepared herbal leaves, plugging your nostrils and earholes.

As I got to my chest, I felt a creepy feeling.

There must be all kinds of parasites or bugs living here.

I think something just twisted and grazed my thigh.

“What are you doing right now? Captain?”

Digo's voice is dull.

I think my ears are blocked.

“Dive.”

With that said, I dived from my head into the swamp.

Puck!

I feel like I'm floating in the dirt.

Like soil soaked in water, a heavy, dull feeling pressed against my body.

I couldn't open my eyes, so I had to rely on my senses.

It's not that hard.

‘You should have done it once or twice. ’

Herbs to drink here are one of the most important things to do in the future.

The name Dirty Maid is a flower that blooms on the bottom of a swamp.

A dirty servant.

I came in to collect it.

The swamp wasn't deep enough.

Above all, Dirty Maid is one of the most abundant edible herbs in the swamp.

I reached out and tried to get on the ground.

I couldn't open my eyes, so I was frustrated but not nervous.

This is why EXP is important.

As I groped the floor, I could find a round leaf.

If I can distinguish herbs with my finger senses, even the god of herbs can't come.

But this is different.

The moment I touch the leaves, I feel a clean feeling with my fingertips.

It seems that this leaf is the only other place in a stuffy and stuffy space.

I ripped it out of my hand and held it in my hand.

Then he grabs the rope with his other hand and pulls it twice.

After a while, the body is gradually pulled back up.

Soon, I began to feel the cold air from my feet.

“Puha!”

After all, I burst into the breaths I had endured.

I wipe away the dirt from my eyes with my hands and open my eyes.

I saw a blue, twisted leaf.

My first objective, the herb, the Dirty Maid Leaf, was to become a scout.

“You don't call it a bath, do you? ”

I took the herbal leaf from my ear and threw it away.

It was Lynd's voice.

I tightened my nose and spit out my nose.

If you bathe in water like this, you'll get a bottle that wasn't there. Roast frogs if you catch them. If we leave here, we can return to the barracks before sunset.

I'm already on fire.

I gave Digo what I caught.

“I'm going to wash up. ”

I saw the waterway on the way.

There would have been a small pond to dip myself in.

“Alone?”

Lind asks.

I could see the pumpkin rushing towards me in its arms.

“It's going to take too long to get there. ”

I walked naked leaving my men behind.

After walking west for a long time around the original troops, it is calculated that the area beyond this swamp is somewhere in the 5th Infantry District.

My pace of walking properly with my troops was unparalleled.

Pathfinder is a walker, seeking a path.

They learn how to walk, how to tread on the floor again.

I had no choice but to slow down the march.

'Raising an army with a Pathfinder would have been one hell of a march speed. ’

But like all Pathfinders, there were more people looking for a way than money.

"I'm unique. ’

As a mercenary, I walked the path of the Pathfinder.

As soon as I found the place where the water had dried up, I dipped myself naked.

The cold water cleared the body of dirt.

I put my finger in my hair and washed my face.

Then I went back to my unit.

I was already removing the frog's intestines and eating them.

“Salt Flower? ”

“Sprinkled.”

His snout stands up and says,

This guy feels energetic only when he eats and drinks.

“Then let's eat. ”

Always eat first.

I also picked up a well-baked frog and tore off its hind legs.

I'm as fat as a chicken.

"Oh."

I came out of my mouth with a tingling sensation.

“Who baked this? ”

“Me.”

His snout stands up and says,

She seemed to be more talented at cooking than fighting.

When I ate all the frogs, I was full.

Then, if you walk hard again, you'll be out of here soon.

"Here we go again."

The sound of walking again changes the complexion of all units, including Lind.

“What about this? ”

You see grey mud stiffening around Lynd's thighs.

I don't think it will budge if it's hard.

“Axe.”

The axe approaches and raises its fist.

“Awake.”

Bandages.

“Aah!”

Bang! Bang!

It's not a real stone. It's just moderately hard clay.

“Surprise, damn it. ”

Rind spits and examines his wound.

“Isn't that amazing?"

I've seen it a few times, but it's amazing.

My stomach hurts more than ever.

Various enzymes in that mud have this effect.

If I didn't mine it and use it right away, all the medicine would disappear, so I had to come here and apply it.

Lind gets up and takes a few steps.

“Much better than before. ”

“I'll do the same for a few days. ”

I spoke up and called again. Returning march.

"Oh, soles of feet."

“It hurts.”

Except for the axe and Diego. They're all dead.

He frowned secretly, even though he was quite patient.

Lind didn't just scream death, she was tired and tired.

"Come on, if you eat well, let's walk."

Meanwhile, I was the only one at peace.

Walking diligently again, I arrived at the base around sunset.

The day is fast.

After arriving at the barracks, everyone stopped.

“Is this our tent? ”

"Oh, the door's not shaking in the wind."

“There are no holes in the ceiling. ”

That's normal, son.

I understand. After they were stationed here, they always looked at the perforated ceiling and saw the door not closed properly.

“Hey, scout leader. I switched to a new tent. ”

I can barely remember my face.

A soldier asked me to come get his boots.

I have a pair of boots hanging out of my hand.

"Come and get it, it'll get you." It's about this big, right? We're running low on supplies these days. Took a pair of them hard. "

The soldier asked me to look at his boots.

“Thank you.”

Van Ludwig is rich.

He also has quite a number of businesses, I hear.

It's just a brick.

Use it when you're using it. You little prick.

This is why the boots or other items you pay to the infantry are not properly supplied.

“Here we go then. ”

After the soldier left, they turned around, and everyone was taking off their boots.

“Take it all off and sit with your legs straight. ”

I looked around and saw the smelly soles of my feet.

I saw blisters on the soles of my feet, except for the axe.

Throwing a red herb at me, I said.

"Bite it in your mouth, and throw it away when it falls into the sweet water. And does anyone have a needle? I have to tie the thread and blow the blisters away."

“· · · I think it hurts. ”

“It doesn't hurt. Son.”

I popped all the blisters on my feet and came out.

‘The scouts are happy to see the ease in many ways. ’

Once all work is done.

The main mission is to spy on the enemy all day, guaranteeing bedtime.

Of course, Chris' scouts came back from eating frogs, digging for herbs, rather than looking at the enemy.

I step outside, walking toward the tent of the 7th Infantry Commander.

You see many soldiers around you.

"Hey, do you have anything?"

“No, son. ”

Some are hungry, others are looking for something to eat.

Some lie in tents.

The 7th Infantry is not basically a professional soldier.

Turns out, it's all free time except group tactical training.

In that free time, we clean up the pigsty and clean up the stable.

‘Cheap troops. ’

Duty infantry. Meat shield on the battlefield.

If we put them in front of us, we will lose morale and run away.

Do not routinely require hard training.

Increases free time in addition to errands.

I choose a hunting party so that I can sometimes enjoy myself.

One to ten, really.

All to boost morale.

Soldiers who train with spears rarely wash their eyes and look for them.

Soldiers know that.I 've been on the battlefield once.

Nothing's changed from swinging a spear a few times these days.

‘In a situation like this, you have to swing the window to change. ’

“Hey, Chris! How are you?”

A soldier who favors me.

A friendly greeting.

This kind of greeting is worth it.

Even if a soldier can't greet the Dowager with both hands, it's not a big problem.

‘They're not the problem. ’

Soldiers staring at me all the time.

An eye that cannot recognize me.

This is not good.

There is a high chance that a hungry animal will run toward food for 3 days and nights without obeying my command in a moment of need.

"I can't."

The 7th Infantry is a meat shield, but depending on the use of it, it can be the enemy's rear thrust.

Of course, at this rate, half will flee as soon as they fight.

I stumbled upon a memory. In fact, I heard that most of the 7th Infantry died shortly after losing this war.

Few have survived there.

"If we wage all-out war like this, we will exterminate them. ’

He's a professional soldier, including 1st and 2nd Cavalries. He'll fight well.

The 7th Infantry will die right and left.

After the victory and defeat of the battlefield, this army will be thrown away.

So we don't have to pay for the right supplies.

"Hey, the 6th Infantry's rolling hard again today. Those bastards are so dead."

You hear another soldier's voice.

Yes, the 6th Infantry is digesting a fierce amount of training from the side.

Unlike the 7th Infantry.

‘Even the 6th Infantry is not a proper soldier. They're all the same. ’

The true power of Earl van Ludwig is in the upper ranks.

The 5th Infantry will be more heavily trained.

And that heist is going to make a difference between supplies and food.

Unit four, unit three.

The difference grows exponentially as you go up.

This is the essence of the Earl's military operations.

Competition.

If you want to be treated better, stand up.

Originally, a shoal is a 7th infantry unit filled to fill the number where the 6th infantry is all.

A Goblin Church among Ogres.

"Oh, I'm hungry. Who else wouldn't bring meat?"

I was out of my mind.

‘You just need to get one more herb. ’

Then we can avert the tragedy that begins with the 7th Infantry.

By the way.

If we let them live like that, can we buy them later?

I don't train in my free time, and I don't care about my skills.

I didn't see one of those common crooks.

When I thought about it, I suddenly walked in front of the Tent of the 7th Infantry Commander.

“Stop.”

The spear stands in my way.

One head bigger than me was a soldier.

He must be in his mid-twenties.

"It's Chris, the scout. I'm here to see the 7th Infantry Commander for a report."

That's how I tried to get by.

The chin and the spear pushed my chest.

“Wait.”

My eyes glanced over his shoulder.

It has no bearing.

The Terminal Soldier.

One of the two blocks my chest to the spear, and the other one splits at my side.

You hear laughter, giggling.

‘Oh my.’

A day or two is a day too long to be ignored for not having an arm in your past life.

I knew what was wrong with these guys.

What kind of a tenacious man is that young and weak?

There's a loose military atmosphere behind it.

A soldier can temporarily forget his differences with the Dowager Captain.

Fair enough. This soldier didn't do anything wrong.

This is all the commander's fault.

Do you think they can fight with this army?

The second time on the battlefield, the difference between the trained and the untrained will be obvious.

What the hell is the Canneruck infantry commander thinking leading this army?

Exactly.

"Aigoo, mistake."

A soldier grabbed a spear and hit me on the head with a spear.

It hurts.

I looked up and saw the soldier's face.

Hold your smile and look at me. The ball swells up.

"It's a mistake, a mistake."

This unit is too skilled.

That's a problem.

I kicked his shin.

Boom!

“Aah!”

Grabs and pulls the back of the scrunchy head down.

Wood Duck.

The sound of my hair being torn off with the skin of my head in my hands.

And a vertical knee.

Sneak!

Child, cheerful sound.

“Fuck off!"

The user bends its head to the side as it exhales and exhales.

I plucked out his greasy head hair with my bare hands.

This is not a beating. Education.

The hawk of today may save your lives tomorrow.

It's not about getting pissed off.

It's all for your own good.

“· · Huh? Huh?"

The soldier next to you is surprised and grabs the pole.

I looked at him and I opened my mouth.

“That's a hypothetical statue. Soldier.”