I came to the town of Sandor in the western part of the kingdom of Ferrind.
It is one of the towns ruled by the nobleman Barbatos Guerrera.
There are stickers of soldier recruitment all over town, where treatment and so on are written.
Nobles with private soldiers are not uncommon.
However, there are many parts of Adventurer Guild and Role to wear, so considering the cost of having a private soldier, it is cheaper to use Adventurer Guild.
So it was the current situation that recently tended to shrink even when it came to feeding private soldiers.
I was about to leave Isalia, the king's capital of the Principality of Badenhark for a while, so after consulting with the Iris Branch Manager, I was first given a month or so off.
It was agreed that the shortage of manpower in the Adventurer Alliance over there had begun to be eliminated.
I looked around at a few other towns ruled by Barbatos, but even in normal towns, it had a similar atmosphere everywhere.
It seems that there is a lord in the ancient castle that can be seen from afar.
Like when you put a bounty on me, you look like a pretty cautious guy in character, and you'll be taking external hostile measures.
You can use your skills to infiltrate, but by Barbatos, it's possible that there's Amy, my master.
If you approach the detour, you'll definitely find out first.
That way, we won't be able to get any closer in the future. So I had to gather information in the tunnel and peek at the opportunities.
Rabbi says anyone with a legend can take an enlistment exam for a unit directly under Barbatos.
If that's not there, they'll start with one soldier.
I'm a little far away because I don't know anyone with a face on Barbatos, but it looks like I'm going to have to dive in as a soldier.
Soldier recruitment stickers are recruited from time to time, so I'm guessing they'll do an enlistment exam whenever they go.
I moved to the garrison of the troops that they would accept those who wished to join the army.
There were already about eight men at the entrance to the garden.
All look bad and begging.
Just because you're a noble private soldier, you don't have a problem with clothing and living.
If widely recruited, it would be obvious that this would happen.
One person, one person again, walks into the building and immediately drops his shoulder and comes out.
"Next"
Called by a young man with a knightly style, the order came around and I went inside.
There was one seat there, guided, and across the street was a knight with a moustache, and a young knight sat next to him.
I was recommended for that seat and sat down.
"First, tell me your name and age, and whether you have any service experience," says the young knight.
"Yes. Henri Everton. Two or two years old. During the Great War, he belonged to the Fifth Army of the Allied Coalition Forces of the Kingdom of Felind."
A knight with a moustache roared briefly, "Hmm," because only a man ever came close to a stray.
A knight in charge of typical town security. You won't even have the experience of being on the battlefield with Locke.
I know what you're doing and what you're doing.
"Do you have any good weapons or skills? If you can use it, you can be good at magic," the young knight asks again.
"Because magic is not talented... A good weapon is a dagger."
I don't need a weapon, but if someone asks me what a good weapon is, it would be a dagger.
A young knight and a knight with a moustache look at each other unexpectedly, like that.
"Dagger... Dagger hey..."
Says the moustache knight, seeping through the mockery.
"Yes. What's that?
"Kimi, no, I hear you have military experience, but where's your unit? You're a medic, right? Females don't have daggers, do they?
Kuku, and the young knight spills a sneaky laugh.
The hygienist doesn't grip females. Well, it must be ironic.
"Troops are front-line troops"
My 'joke' seems to have been extra interesting.
The two knights laughed like they could play.
"Ha ha! I see, I see. He wants to enlist until he lies. Kukuku......"
"Captain, it's pathetic to laugh. Hehe... it could be true."
"There's no magic talent, so, a weapon you're good at is a dagger? You think such a soldier could survive that war? This is bullshit from someone who doesn't know the battlefield."
"Best of the day, Captain. A lot of people try to enlist with that hand."
"Oh. It's probably the funniest conversation I've ever had, rather than the most today."
With a half-laughter look, you two glance at me.
Skill Activation -.
Let's freeze those thin laughs.
"Uh, Henri, was it? Unfortunately..."
A young knight tries to declare his defeat.
At that moment I moved instantly between the two of us.
You couldn't have seen me. They're both still staring at the chair I was sitting in.
Pull out each sword that was on the two hips.
The sword of the moustache knight, to the young knight. The sword of the young knight is to the knight with the moustache...
I held my sword in my hands and stuck it in their throats.
"As you two say, I'm weak, so it may not be very helpful -"
…………
They were trying to move only the eyeballs to figure out what was going on now.
"Just a little bit, I think it'll help."
Like a fish in a tank, a knight with a moustache is making his mouth pound.
"Is this the first time you've tried to enlist with those hands?
Instead of laughing thinly, they were both pale in their faces.
With my sword in my original sheath, I slapped them on the shoulders.
"It's just a joke. Don't be serious."
The two, blue in complexion and sweating, breathed heavily.
A moustache knight wipes sweat with a handkerchief.
"Ki, what the hell..."
"Excuse me. I said something to try. During the Great War, only the Royal Ferrind Army, formed within the coalition, was able to reach the Fourth Army. Didn't you know?
"Huh..."
This town is both inland and far from the war. It must have been like a fire across the shore, like a war.
"Oh, yeah... skills... skills for instant travel, huh?
"I can't answer you. But in my style, there are no more weapons to use than daggers."
I'll take my old seat.
"Ugh, rumor has it... no, it's like an urban legend I don't know if it's true, but I've heard that the Fifth Army exists..."
"What? Is there?
Asked by the knight with the moustache, the young knight replied yes.
Generally unknown and unofficial, the Fifth Army exists.
"It's just too flighty, so it's not credible... there's only one of those Fifth Army..."
"One legion, an army of tens of thousands of units, just one......?
"Yes."
The Fifth Army refers to me personally.
During the war, the Almerians were not always with the Brave Party.
It was synonymous with the fact that the Fifth Army would be put on the front line and that an important commander of the enemy would die.
The Allied offensive that followed was decided to be amusing for enemy forces whose chain of command was disrupted.
Two people who were looking at each other slowly turned this way.
Until just now, the gaze mixed with mockery and scorn was fearful.
I put my hands up small so I could surrender.
"... I'm joking about the Fifth Army. I just said it appropriately. The truth is, he's a hygienist who calls a female a dagger."