From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

"Rock salt is a national specialty! Stop what you're doing and wait for orders! ’

In the letter from the royal family, it was written with a rhetorical phrase.

“Can't anyone interpret it? ”

within the expected range. I just didn't think the interest would come in person.

“If it's Nitel Serkado Gabsch. ”

Grape is blurry at the end.

“The prince who promised to succeed the next king. ”

That's what Lind said.

Grafe and Lind looked at me at the same time. The rock salt was at the heart of this territory.

If I couldn't sell the salt, I couldn't withstand the wealth I had anymore.

So I couldn't even think of improving the salt at all, and I was selling it at all.

“You can't give up on this. ”

Lind told me.

I know. It was short-term, too, after I learned so much about this territory.

“Without rock salt, you won't have anything to eat for a week. ”

No matter what Jabrian does, he won't be able to get food without money. And I'm not gonna make that deal in the first place.

“I know. ”

The faces of the two who spoke to me were too dark. They know it's a problem to sell salt.

However, if there was no place to call agriculture and there was no rock salt, it was also a hard land to feed and slaughter, unless there was wealth created by it.

“If not, I could be a mercenary. ”

Digo said that he understood at least half the words.

“A knight in a territory is a mercenary. It's ridiculous. ”

I said with a smile. Well, that's too bad.

“Don't be so stiff. Everything's gonna be okay. ”

I wrote a letter just like that. There were several ways to find out who did this.

An information guild that bites the tail and climbs up.

Two are looking for information through spies planted here and there.

I couldn't use the money for the information guild, and I didn't plant spies everywhere.

It was instead.

“Hey, how much did you sell that painting for? ”

When I asked Lynd, he answered without a worry.

“Twenty gold coins. ”

Everyone was surprised that the painting was worth it.

Those who knew the source of the painting were even more surprised.

“Hmm.”

I've tasted it. It's not as valuable as I thought, but it's not what our wretched prince would hear.

I wrote the rush of the letter.

[Prince, I wonder if you've been comfortable. The item you entrusted to me has been converted into twenty thousand gold coins.]

No one hates their ability to prove its worth. even if it's expressed in a few coins.

The prince will be amazed. I was so surprised that I thought I might spill the bowl instead of eating.

* * *

Edric doesn't care much if anyone calls him "ruined."

That doesn't mean you have to let him who speaks that way in front of you go.

There are a few things a prince like that has horribly hated these days.

“Hey."

As I reached out to the market, the market poured red wine into it.

“Ha, that bastard. ”

Edric looks frustrated with a glass of wine. When he saw it, he turned back with an uneasy look in his eyes.

“Hey, did he cheat on me? ”

I cut it all off back and forth, but I could easily tell who was on the market.

Chris Fraunmoont.

The prince's painting was worth a lot of effort. Thanks to that, only the nearby watchers were dying.

“Aren't you going to answer? ”

"Yes," you say, "What are you, insulting my Chris?" ’.

Even if I said no, I didn't take it lightly. It was blocked by the enemy, both back and forth.

The market desperately waits here for someone to save themselves.

“Look at this guy. He's not answering. Oh, what the hell, the prince doesn't have to answer when he asks? ”

“Oh, no. Prince.”

I bowed my head with my eyes wide open. The jackal poured a glass of wine into his mouth and drank wine at once.

“Ugh."

His eyes gleam brightly, beating and staring. It was a moment of doubt that he would have hit his head with a bottle of wine.

“Here's a letter! ”

God did not abandon the market. It was Lord Nelson. He was the prince's escort and the only one who didn't treat him lightly.

A letter from him himself.

As the prince looks at him, Lord Nelson speaks.

“A letter from Baron Fraunmut. ”

The prince's hand stops as he moves toward the bottle of wine, but he reaches out his cup.

The market filled it with red wine again.

“Bring it.”

Lord Nelson handed over the letter, and the prince himself removed the seal and took out the cheat sheet. The market was nervous.

If what was written in there wasn't what the prince wanted, I was afraid of the consequences.

Maybe the fuck-up just got screwed.

Tsk, tsk.

The prince misses his wine glass and it smashes against a hard marble floor. The market was surprised when the red wine soaked the floor, so I quickly brought a cloth and wiped it.

The prince did not even look at it. He read it carefully, holding a letter in both hands.

“Twenty gold coins? ”

The prince who said that said that said one more word at the end.

“Some bastard dares. ”

He takes the letter aside and looks at Lord Nelson.

“Who's the one with the cancer report? ”

“…… Yes?"

“Find the man who claims to be selling salt. ”

I can see Lord Nelson moving in a hurry. The prince was drunk, but his mind seemed clearer than ever.

The letter fell to the floor as he stood up. The market quickly picked it up.

“Give me that."

Gave it to the prince's demands, and his gaze flashed. It was just a few words that appeared because it was just a glimpse into the eye. Tax and rock salt, jealousy and territorial warfare.

“Oh, and that, hmm. Go to my gallery, get some more paintings and wrap them well. Be careful! ”

The prince specifically emphasized. The market bowed and said yes.

“Heh heh. Twenty gold coins. ”

Say that.

“Some bastard dares. ”

Suddenly, I was angry, smiling and speaking. The audience was convinced that the crazy bastard was drunk and crazy.

* * *

“Welcome to Fraunmut territory. ”

Eyes on an angled chin, it was not lacking to be called matufa.

It was another feeling when I saw it in the royal family.

“Good to see you again. Baron Fraunmund.”

The blonde man on the white horse was commonly referred to as Prince Charming, but his appearance was a problem.

He did not look like a prince on a white horse, but rather a "vicious warrior on a white horse."

He quickly stepped off his horse and walked in front of me. In front of him, he put his hands on my shoulders and said,

“What an example between us, my brother's knight, is also my knight. ”

No, which country is that? A ridiculous prince raises me up.

“Hahaha, I've come all this way from the royal province. Are you going to offer me a drink? ”

I didn't have to guess why he came in person when I saw him. He has come to buy my solace.

He goes inside and serves a meal, and only after talking nonsense is he able to get the point out.

“Salt is a national reseller. Baron.”

“I know. ”

“But if you use my power, it won't be hard to give it to you. ”

What is justification, excuses and reasons.

“But.”

As he stops speaking, one of the attendants follows him out. It looked familiar, but it was definitely the first face I saw.

But I keep seeing it somewhere.

“Even if I wanted to give you the privilege, if I could just give it to you, I'd buy the priesthood of the other nobles. So if you pay taxes to the royal family for half of what you earn from selling salt, you won't have that problem. ”

Speech, behavior beggars are taken from parents. I could think of one person by looking at his tone and appearance.

Earl Piece Allergy.

He was a royal and when I was at Earl Ludwig, he came to get me. The card I used to hit my servant in the back is now here to hit my back.

‘Well educated. ’

He smiled favorably at me, standing by the prince's side. He was saying it wasn't an attack on me, it was for me.

But it didn't turn into a human voice.

Grafe and Lynd and I speculate on their intentions and ideas in many ways. So they concluded that there were only a few things they wanted.

“But there's no escaping it. ”

Lind, who knows some of the noble periods, said. I also agreed with that statement.

“If you can't avoid it, you have to accept it. You pay taxes and take other benefits. ”

In terms of territorial operations, Grape gave the best answer. We give them something to eat somewhere else.

What extraordinary heads. I agree with you both, but I didn't intend to.

In fact, as soon as you pay taxes on the sale of rock salt, there was no significant impact on the operation of the territory.

I could have survived. There is also a way to defer taxes with this ignorant prince who favors me.

‘I hate it. ’

But I don't want to. There must be someone behind this.

The one who sent letters to the royal family and brought this up.

Even if I didn't hide it, I couldn't rest knowing I was selling rock salt unless it was in the surrounding territory. The royal family reacted too quickly.

At least one warning would be considerate of me.

It wasn't that complicated.

“My prince.”

After clearing my mind, I opened my mouth.

“Yes, tell me. ”

Nittel Sercado Gabsch, heir to the royal family of the future.

Under the circumstances, it wouldn't be a bad choice to stay under the interest. The cause of the authentic successor was a string given more opportunity than I thought.

But I didn't.

In his thirty-nine previous lives, the prince did something crazy while continuing with the royal family.

A madman who gave spears to young children and old men and exiled as Teegys because he lacked troops.

The thought of that breaks my heart.

The urge to pick up Blueish now raises a desire to smash his head in. I smiled in circles.

“Why are you laughing so much? ”

Oh, another bad habit. I laugh when I'm angry. I used to have a very bright smile.

I also knew that when it was combined with my appearance, it would look very pleasant to those standing in front of me.

“I'm sorry. I suddenly had a joyful memory. Do you like hunting?”

“Hunting?”

The Nittel's eyes sparkle and glow.

Prince Matupa was a warrior who enjoyed fighting and loved fighting. There's no way he won't enjoy hunting.

“Catching common beasts can be dangerous, but...."

“Danger?”

Ugh.

When he was awake, my body reacted naturally. I've got a darker smile.

If the nobles of Sercago and the royal family had joined forces, they would not have crossed the threshold and the liver.

The prince of the land was vice knight and the Grand Duke was vice knight.

What a force!

“Is it really dangerous? ’ ’

He asked.

“Of course, they're not meant to harm the prince. ”

After I finished my meal with the prince, I went straight outside looking for the year that had not yet fallen.

“What are you catching? ”

The prince on the horse asked.

I told him I had the bow and arrowhead.

“I'm a goblin.”

Goblins have often appeared behind our territory, even though we've caught them all. We can't leave them on the salt mines, so we used to deal with them periodically.

Well, the territory can handle it without me doing it now.

Now I have something to show this prince.

“Let's go.”

The prince said in a cheerful tone. The prince had more than a dozen pilgrims and a dozen hits, and I only had Lynd and Royce.

“Hehe!”

Royce is in charge. It was no use hunting down the Goblins as he stepped up and ran.

It was definitely more exciting than catching animals.

How many vice knights are here?

‘Fifteen if you combine the Nobles of the nearby Minutes. ’

How many people hate or reject me there? There were definitely two movable nobles.

Behind Ludwig and Bin Sabnaad.

Savannah, I presume?

I made a guess. But I'm not sure, so I'll get confirmation. After he deals with his tongue.

‘If not knives, use power. ’

As a nobleman, it was a very basic tactic.

“You've come a long way. ”

The prince said, I can see it in my own eyes, and I can see it in his.

Royse looks at me and retreats. Everything that led the prince here in the first place was promised.

“This is the fortress of Wolves. Have you seen it? ”

I asked, and the prince kept his gaze on the fort.

“I saw it twice as a child, and now it's the third time. ”

When I told Prince Bastard that I was giving him that fort, I knew why he had accepted the break.

That was his brother, Prince Mudfa's wish.

Taking down the first fortress in Armstrong.

I knew Prince Nittel's wishes.

“I will not pay the tax on the salt mines in gold coins. ”

Then the prince's gaze returned to me.

“What do you mean? ”

His glabellar frowns lightly, revealing a gentle fury. How dare you disobey me?

I might say something like this. No, I was already saying that with my face.

I said with a bigger smile on my face.

“The tax I'm going to pay is not gold, but it's going to be worth more. ”

I point my finger at the fortress of Wolves toward the Prince of Interest.

“Before next fall, that fortress will be taxed. ”

I said, the prince opened his eyes.

“There should be no falsehood in that. ”

“My words are true, and I will not ask the royal family for reinforcements. Orloth will conquer that keep with my power."

The words show Lind twitching her hands.

Ah, I know.

How violent and dangerous is that fortress? I know that no matter how advanced the territory is, it won't be easy on our own.

It was okay, though. I was confident I would take that land without spilling a drop.

“Can you keep that promise? ”

“Yes. I promise to protect it with all my might. ”

I said, Lynd's eyes started shooting at me terribly.

I'm so confident. So stop staring.

After all, the power I sent over the blade was lightly earned by my tongue.

“Then I'll wait. ”

The prince accepted my offer with it. A prince who practically runs everything as regent instead of a weak king. His words were the law.

And I was about to swing that prince. That too, in return for what I promised the prince.

Well, he doesn't know about Edric's deal with me. This was‘ How to throw a stone and catch two rabbits. '