From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“What about those Goblin bastards? ”

Lind came looking for me.

I'd call it a free afternoon, but we don't have that kind of time right now.

I couldn't build a house and take care of people by myself, so Digo, Lynd, and the axe were busy. While he was busy, Lynd broadened his mind.

I'm worried about the Goblins who used to occupy Prawnmund Castle.

The leader fled to Mt. Blade quite cleverly, and it was no wonder he was anxious because the horde of monsters stood up behind him.

“Yes. They were. ”

I admit, Lind was the one talking.

“Why are you letting it go? ”

It was only in the official capacity that I called him Lord and used his name, but when I heard him alone, I felt strange.

“Let's relax when we're alone. ”

“The Lord's authority……."

“I'm in charge of my authority. ”

“Got it.”

Rind said as if he was waiting for you. He would also be uncomfortable.

Anyway, I had to give him answers to his anxieties and questions.

I was just about to make my move.

Lynd, Digo and the axe are the only ones who can kill them, but we can't go after them.

But if I was, I'd be different.

On this side of the trail, there's a paper called Pass Finder, which is the second street.

“Let's go kick him out. ”

“Chase?”

We could kill them all. We had the capacity.

You can extract some of the troops that Strick has brought in and predict their route to form a strike team and take care of them.

However, it will take a long time. Sansa will not be finished in a day or two if we go over those rough mountains and kill them one by one.

“It will take half a year to kill them all. ”

Lynd nods as I speak.

There were approximately a thousand Goblins. Basically, Goblins live in herds, so some of them have settled deep in the mountains.

“If I keep him alive, I'll be sorry. ”

Lynd knows their ferocity and cruelty because he fought a group of Goblins while I was gone.

“I'll kill them all, but you don't have to do it here. ”

There is a saying among herbalists.

‘Even dog poop is a medicine if you use it well. ’

And I was a pretty good herbalist.

The only person going was me, Lynd, and the axe.

There are a hundred soldiers and Digo left that Strick brought in in in case there are any Goblins coming down to the territory.

We head straight for Mount Blade.

“This way.”

It's a rough mountain range, but the three of us climbed the mountain better than a messy ranger.

In the beginning, my physical abilities were different, and I was a pass finder.

The mountain made it much easier for those who followed me to walk and climb the mountain.

I spent two days looking at their tracks and figuring out what's going on around them. And then it started to move.

“Hey.”

Visual Lind notices a small green monster and raises her finger.

I saw where he was, and I ordered Lynd.

“Just put your arms together. ”

Following their trail, I knew the Goblin horde was occupied. I've seen the men who lead them there.

A Goblin with a red horn. A Hobgoblin. Combat strength is not that different from regular Goblins, but intelligence is different.

Smarter and more precise.

He is the head of a group of Goblins who have survived for a long time in Fraunmund territory.

I found him, but I didn't hunt him down or kill him.

Instead.

Phew. Phew!

Lynd's arrow struck the Goblin in the arm.

Queeeek!

What it means to be smart. Monsters that are not fully intelligent tend to be clever by distinguishing their enemies from those they would otherwise encounter.

“Caaaagh!”

The Goblins who found us rushed in.

“Fifteen. Axe?”

“By myself! ”

The axe comes out.

Two axes in each hand slaughtered a Goblin mercilessly. It was no slaughter, no more, no less.

As you look at him, you run faster, swinging the axe in your left hand parallel to the ground toward his head.

Puck!

The head of two Goblins caught in the trajectory is broken. The rusted spears and nails they give away avoid biting, this time lifting the axe in their right hand back up from underneath.

Puck!

Green blood exploded everywhere. It was a combination of tremendous power and skill.

The Goblins were hardly opponents. The axe clears them out.

“Next."

Lynd raises his bow again in my words. You've been sleeping for two days with a tribe that looks like that and killed them.

“Cough!”

Then I got the reaction I wanted. Goblins find us and start running away.

“Leave it. ”

Lind holds the bow with one hand and says,

Hobgoblin is a clever man. He distinguishes the opposing team from the opposing team.

I deliberately drove them inside from the outskirts of Mount Blade.

This is a mole hunt. It's just a big one.

A week later, a group of Goblins from Mt. Blade scattered from the mountain to avoid us.

The rest of the group didn't have to take care of themselves after the big mob moved out.

“Pumpkin.”

Grrr.

I left it to my little pumpkin who was chasing me.

“Kill any Goblins you see. ”

I put the two remaining Refining Bandits in my mouth at once. Satisfied pumpkin rocks his butt and climbs the mountain.

This was enough for the residual sugar treatment. A pumpkin would never be pushed by a Goblin.

If it's dangerous, just avoid the body and choose fewer groups to kill. Only the abandoned ones left behind will be left on this mountain.

“Don't you think they'll go somewhere else? ”

I put my hands on his shoulders because Lind spoke with concern.

“That's what I'm sending you. ”

"Huh?"

“I do.”

Lynd has a good head. He guessed my intention and asked me a question.

“You're throwing it on purpose. ”

That's right. The monster that needs to be dealt with is a little more efficient.

* * *

Vin Savenad looks at the man with dark blue hair standing in front of him. Vin arrived first in this territory and had already met this man.

At that time, I didn't even think he was the lord.

“Two days ago, he was a powerful man who was carrying logs for a new house. ”

The acolyte said, "He knew even if I didn't tell him."

He was the owner of a unique charm that naturally attracted the attention around him.

“Is it simple, or is it smart? ”

Vin Savenad mutters to himself.

The land is about to begin. I thought it was best for the Lord to participate directly in the labor for the unity of the Territories.

Vin turns his eyes away. Food began to be placed on the inside of the resistance, on a table in a large corridor.

Abundance, rather than poverty itself, was a meal.

“I think I should share what the colonists eat, too. Here we go. If it doesn't suit your taste, please tell me beforehand. I'll take out the bowl and feed it to the other starving people. Don't fall down if you get angry. I hate that. ”

I thought there were all these lunatics. I put a spoon in a mulgun stew just to spite myself.

The stew and thinly sliced pork were all prepared.

“I've come a long way and I'm hungry, so I'll eat without thanks. ”

Someone picked up another spoon in fear of finishing the lord's words.

Baron Sabenad's eyes gleam. There's one other person here just as important as Baron Chris Fraunmoont.

Earl Ludwig, a servant, did not come here himself. No matter what anyone said, he was the king of this land.

He was a great man who would not move on to the baron's invitation, even if he had not just succeeded as his father.

That's why the author came instead. Only after the death of Earl van Ludwig, who had been hidden so far, did the man reveal his face take his place.

A knight with burnt red hair. It was a number of vice knights in a spleen hidden by Van Ludwig, named Hülken Ludwig.

“It just tastes good. ”

He smiles, putting thin pork in his mouth. A man rumored to be the messenger of the battlefield who slashes his enemies' throats with a smiling face.

Looking at it, Baron Fraunmut said,

“Knock it off. I heard there's more of you. ”

“Give it to me to eat. What are you being salty about? Is Baron Fraunmoont treating you like a guest? ”

“No, I want you to eat properly. Fair enough.”

The two of them seemed quite close.

“Baron.”

Vin Savenad regains consciousness as soon as his knight calls. Although not as famous as the two of them, there was someone with that kind of power over here.

“I am also Weiss Knight. ”

I don't know if he was greedy or young.

A secret of his own and a hidden number that he did not reveal to anyone, including the nearby lord, and to his wife and children.

Gerald.

His knight stands guard beside him. A knight who flattened his talents and made them his quantum.

“I know. ”

Vin Sabnaad knows the skill of the Gerald. If there had been an opportunity, the so-called 'four and two thousand stopped’ would have been Gerald's.

I just didn't care that the battlefield hasn't come yet.

“I'm the vice user on the third floor. I'll break his nose if I have to. ”

“Yes, I do. ”

Vin speaks and folds his arms.

* * *

Before they arrived, I was busy learning the surrounding terrain while being trained. It's not a terrain I've learned on my feet.

“Beyond the rolling hills is another lord's land. ”

I had the mouth of 500 refugees. There were two kinds of people outside of the Earl Ludwig Triangle.

One grows up on the earth and has nothing to do but dig it up.

The other is wandering like Baxter the architect. And drifters basically know a lot. To preach what he saw and heard was to like no matter how heavy a man's mouth was.

Moreover, since the listener shows interest and the listener is the tallest person on the earth, it only hurts my mouth to say it.

“Oh. Another lord? What is the name of the land? ”

“Savannah or Savannah? It was a land by that name. ”

I gathered their words, and based on them, I saw a path. I read the surrounding terrain based on the passfinder, the path around which I hear and predict.

The path and shape that I read and drew remained in my head as a map. I rolled my head on the map for days.

I needed what they needed, so I had to be what they needed.

That is, by making maps, I was able to assess what they currently have and what I can have.

Who are the lords?

I was able to give a clear answer to this question.

They are those who defend their land, those who hang for gain.

It will be divided into several categories.

A person who lives for the status and property of a nobleman.

I glanced at the faces of those who gathered my gaze. Greed was on their faces. Some of them may have gotten the job, and some may have inherited it and not managed it properly.

Other types of humans were also seen.

Those who want to inherit their land called territory for generations, are old, but have so far changed one territory.

I can't tell everything by looking at their faces, but I've categorized them. The problem here is that there are people who do not belong to this classification at all.

Hülken Ludwig. Didn't know he was coming himself. I expected no servant, but Hülken Ludwig.

I heard rumors about Weiss Knight and the growing power of the defensive hero himself.

Looks like Wheelken's got his hands dirty.

Should Whelken put candles in my work or help me? That's what I was wondering.

Well, even if you play the candle, you have to know something to play the candle.

“You're all here because I'm curious, aren't you? How do you feel when I see someone? ”

When are we gonna get to the point? In my direct words, the old nobleman with the white beard said in a fury.

“Don't you know any manners as a nobleman? ”