I am the Monarch

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Roan hurries to prepare for his return.

I had to cross the border before news of Reytas and Manus reached the Estelle Kingdom.

'The news of Amtu will inevitably bring up my name.'

An unpleasant situation for Roan.

A fearful and hateful kingdom of Estelle, calling him a Red Ghost, would have turned on the lights and crossed the border.

'Moreover, there is a way to safely cross the border.'

What a curiosity.

Roan, Harrison, Brian and Clay decided to cross the border with the Persian Royal Coven dispatched to the Estelle Kingdom to coordinate and consult on war reimbursement matters and post-war settlement matters.

For the undefeated Kingdom of Estelle, the Victorious Kingdom of Persian Co-op Guild cannot be inspected or alerted.

Even if the Persian Royal Covenant Council showed arrogance, they had to endure it.

because it could affect the negotiation process.

Thanks to this, Roan, Harrison, Brian and Clay were able to reach the Eastern Kingdom of Ceres Castle without any problems.

"Of course. Tell Prince Manus nicely."

Baron Niels Friedon, head of the Persian Kingdom Co-op, captured Roan and repeated the shrine.

Because I knew Manus and Roan were very close.

Niels wanted to impress Manus through Roan.

"I took a little time to ensure the journey wasn't uncomfortable."

He glanced around and gave me a heavy bag of money.

Roan looks at the figure for a moment, then shakes his head.

"I'll be sure to let you know."

It means you don't need a purse.

He turns around and leaves the building.

"Huh?!"

Niels smiles awkwardly, his eyes wide open, not even like this.

Should we go after him? Or are you just gonna back off? '

I couldn't feel it at all.

When I hesitate with such haste.

"Just give it to me."

Clay reaches out his hands with a smile that looks good.

Niels hesitates for a moment and gives you a bag of money.

"Clay, I'm counting on you."

"Yes, don't worry."

Clay gives you a good four-year-old answer, and then he picks up a bag of money.

I didn't have to turn down this blind money after spending so much money in the future.

Instead, it was better not to do irrational and disgusting things in return for blind money.

Receive in cycles.

There is no cost.

That was Clay's idea.

Harrison and Brian, who were watching, put their tongues out.

However, I did not feel condemned or bruised.

'Clearly, after Clay arrived, we had a lot of what we needed.'

'I'm doing things that others are reluctant to do.'

Clay took care of everything that was petty, mean, naughty and snobby.

With him, the majority of the Amaranth and Tail forces were able to defend their stubborn character.

'Clearly, talent is talent.'

'You are a necessary talent in many ways.'

Harrison and Brian were recognizing Clay in their hearts.

"Well, we'll be off then….."

Clay, Harrison and Brian greet and exit the building.

Niels clenches his fist unknowingly.

That's it! That's it! '

He believed in Clay like a rock.

It seemed like a bright and prosperous future was unfolding before my eyes.

*

Between Roan and Harrison, Brian and Clay left for the Persian Kingdom, the Charity Merchant Guild actively bought farms in the Eastern Kingdom.

No, I secured temporary ownership through long-term rentals, to be exact.

The Estelle Kingdom has taken no action despite the fact that one of the merchants is leasing a considerable amount of farmland.

Rather, he tried to proceed with more leases by introducing farms close to the leased land.

The situation in the Estelle Kingdom was very difficult.

Pay dramatic crop yields and massive compensation for two wars lost each year.

The financial situation had already been penetrated to the bottom.

"That's it."

"Good work."

Roan nods, receiving reports from Hodram, the real Cherity Merchant Guild hawker.

The purchase of farmland was much more successful than I expected.

'Starting next year, grain yields will increase in proportion.'

If the same future unfolds as last time, Roan will be very rich.

'Whew.'

Roan takes a deep breath.

I was proud and pleased.

Of course, Clay still did not understand why he bought the farm.

"Then……"

Roan stands up and stares at the people around him.

I had a smile on my mouth.

"Shall we go back home now?"

At that moment, everyone's face lit up.

Soon, they duck.

"Yes, my lord. I will hurry and prepare for your return."

Ready to cross the border again.

Beyond the border, there was a hometown I wanted so badly.

*

"You were rejected again?"

"I'm not saying no, but I have a lot of things to worry about right now, so just wait a little longer."

A young man and an old man sitting across from him and talking to him.

The old man frowned.

"That's a no."

"I said no!"

The old man looks puzzled.

The young man sighed deeply.

"It's been over five years since our Renault school steeple lost royal support, and the support of royalty, aristocrats and various powers. All this time, I've barely kept the vein alive by selling the steeple, selling the land, and selling the treasures, but now it's the limit. I have to worry about magic research because I'm going to eat it right now."

I'm so frustrated.

'Moreover, the number of wizards who belonged fell below twenty.'

The young man couldn't breathe as much as this story, and pressed into his heart.

Leming Ahd, the leader of the Leno school and the tower master, was very considerate.

However, despite this young man's consideration, the old man, Leming, had already died of a lot of grass.

"Is there anything we can do?"

Honestly, the question was asked without much expectation.

The young man replied with a gentle voice as if he had waited.

"How about studying and practicing magic that is close to wars such as attack, defense, and healing, not just useless magic research on Leno scholars?"

"Absolutely not!"

Lemmings shouts.

One strand of pride, no matter what happens, the pride of the academic group burst.

"Unlike other scholars, our Leno study aims to use magic to improve people's living standards and quality of life. It's not just an exomedullary discipline that focuses on one area: attack magic, defense magic, healing magic."

"Yes, yes. I understand."

The young man nodded with a straight face and pointed to the lamp in the lab.

"So after two years of research, I made this lamp."

He picks up a metal plate with two fingers on the table.

On the front of the metal plate was a blurry engraving of a very complex magic circle.

The young man presses the magic circle with his fingertips and spills Mana. The magic circle flashes briefly on the extinguished lamp surface and disappears.

At the same time.

Pa!

Inside the lamp, a tiny basket appeared.

A bright light spread out around the lamp.

Leming gladly smiles at him.

"Fantastic. Fantastic. Thanks to this magic lamp, the people of the world will no longer fear the darkness."

"The people of the world?"

The young man shakes his head with an absurd look.

He presses the metal plate again, pulling out his lamp, and sighs.

"Your Highness, what do you need to make that magic lamp?"

A provocative question.

Leming hesitates for a moment and replies with a crawling voice.

"Stable stone."

The young man nodded.

"That's right. Even though it's small, you need a stable stone. One on the lamp, one on this metal plate the top lord calls a controller. You need two guns."

"You can use the lamp without the controller."

Leming shouts as if it were unfair.

The young man nodded once more.

"Yes, I can turn the lights on and off if I have a lamp. But we still need a stable. It's nothing else. It's a bench. Stable Stone.I have to use Stable Stones that are much more expensive than gold to make these trivial lampstands."

"Ha, annoying......."

Leming's voice trembles.

The young man did not care to speak.

"My lord, you can buy a cobblestone for a few years of lamp oil. It's a business that doesn't suit ordinary people."

He was right.

After two years of research, we developed a magic lamp that was simply impossible to replenish.

Leming sighs with his head down, and raises his last pride.

"That's why we're working on materials to replace the stable stone."

"Essence?"

"Yes, Essence."

Leming nods coldly.

The young man sighed.

"How many years has my Leno study water?"

"Could it have been 200 years if I couldn't?"

"So how's the research coming along?"

"That's......."

Leming was unable to connect the horses.

The study was decades into its place.

Was I too harsh? '

The young man was hurt late because he was watching Lemmings full of grass.

He gives an awkward smile while clearing his throat.

"Anyway, if you don't want to do war magic research like any other scholar, you're going to have to find a new sponsor."

"But when I look around, they all say no, just wait a little longer." "

Leming was still a blurry expression.

The young man smiled gladly.

"Because we only look for patrons near the king."

"There's nothing I can do. Research costs a lot of money, and most people with that much wealth live in Mill."

The young man shakes his head at Leming's words.

"That's not true. There are quite a few suitable people in the province. Especially if he's the hottest person in the world right now."

"Him?"

Leming frowns and cautiously asks.

The young man's smile became darker.

"Baron Roan Tail."

"Ah......."

Lemmings burst into low elasticity.

He had heard rumors about Roan, who was obsessed with magic research only.

"Will Baron Tail sponsor you?"

"I don't know. We'll just have to bump into it. If you get rejected, you can find someone else."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and replied unequivocally.

Leming smiles bitterly at his appearance.

"I'm sorry. You've been through a lot with a lousy ride."

"It's no trouble. If it weren't for the Lord, I'd still be wandering the streets."

Lemming shakes his head at the young man's words.

"No, I don't think so. You may not be very articulate, but you're very talented."

"Ehey. Why are you saying that again?"

The young man trembled with exaggeration.

But Leming was quite serious.

"I mean it. MacGrum, I'm sure your gift will revive our scholarship."

Hot eyes.

The young man, McCrumb, glanced at the look in his eyes, then shook his hand with a bloody smile.

"Phew. Okay. Okay, I'll work hard to make Leno the top scholar, because I have the grace of the Topside."

"Yes, I believe you."

Leming nods.

McCrumb shudders to see if he can't handle the heavy atmosphere.

"Well, let's start with unpacking."

"Yes. Let's clean up and get out of this godforsaken kingdom." "

According to Leming, McCrumb nods, smiling brightly.

"Yes, let's go. The Baron Tail, a place of hope for dreams and the future......."

*

Clay led the Merchant Guild back into the Rhine Kingdom, acting as a fake.

Movement was much more comfortable and safe than I expected.

The Cherity Merchant Guild has been a tremendous appreciation and favor to the Estelle Kingdom.

Thanks to this, I was able to get to the border gate a little earlier than I planned.

"Huh. You're a bigger man than I thought."

Gateway Commander Doss raises his thumb at Clay.

He had already received a report from Central Administration about the Clay and Charity Merchants Guild.

"You leased a lot of land that no one's ever looked at before?"

"Yes. I wanted to help the Estelle Kingdom in some way."

"Hahaha! I knew I could see right through people. He's been very persistent lately, unlike other young people. Hahaha!"

Doss slaps Clay on the shoulder with a big smile.

Clay smiles and hands him a pouch full of gold and silver.

"I picked it up on the way over. Please find the owner again this time."

"Hahaha. Don't worry. I'll find you."

Doss nods, smiling louder.

Then.

"Huh?

Clay frowns slightly.

Where he can see.

A soldier approaches Roan in the middle of the Merchant Guild procession.

What is it?

Clay always seemed a little overwhelmed and confident.

It was the same with Roan.

What's going on? '

He tilts his head toward the wide-eyed soldier.

"Greetings. I am Picio of the Gate Guard."

A big-eyed soldier, he was Picio.

The same soldier who pointed at Roan when the Charity Merchant Guild first passed through the Gateway and said it was strange.

"Yes. But what's the matter......?"

Roan nods carefully and asks.

He purposely shrugged his shoulders and made a frightened expression.

Fizzio grumbles with big eyes.

"What's your name?"

"This is Henry."

Roan said the pseudonym he had prepared in advance.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two years old."

"Are you from the Kingdom of Rhine?"

"Yes, I'm from the West."

The short question came and went.

Meanwhile, Fizzio looked carefully at Roan as well as the people around him.

"How long have you been working for the League?"

"It's been three years this year. But what is it about?"

Roan asks with a shaky voice.

"Well……"

When Picio was about to speak out.

"What's there?"

Doss frowns and approaches.

Clay gave me another pocket of small money and complained that the search was too thorough.

Doss rolls up his sleeves for a new line of money.

"Ah, sir."

Fizzio puts on a cold suit.

Doss approaches and says with an annoying expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Well……"

Fizzio glances at Roan and whispers in a small voice.

"I think this worker is suspicious."

Roan listens as if it were his story, but his voice is so small that he can't hear it well.

Doss frowns.

"What?"

"The posture and gait are different from those of ordinary merchants. In addition, the placement and location of the people around him is all around this worker......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Son of a bitch!"

Doss kicked everything.

Phew!

"Hehe!"

Fizzio falls to the ground feeling a choking sensation of pain.

"Yes, sir."

Otherwise, my eyes became big.

Doss continues to kick towards Fizzio, who falls to the ground without a care.

Puff! Puff! Puck!

The dull sound echoes loudly.

"Son of a bitch! What do you mean what? Are your posture and gait different from those of ordinary merchants? Crazy bastard! You've got to be kidding me!"

The pain broke out.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Painful moaning.

The pitcho rounds its torso.

Puff! Puff! Puck!

Doss' kick lasted for a long time.

"Oh, you crazy bastard! Tsk!"

As he breathes, he stops kicking and spits out a thick spit.

Then you shake your hand as if you were sorry for Roan and return to Clay.

I went to see if a new line of money would offend me.

"Huff. Huff. Ugh."

Fizzio falls to the ground and bursts into tears.

What he did wasn't worth it.

I did what I had to do as a Guardian of the Border Gateway.

"You okay?"

"Now, get up slowly on your shoulders."

The soldiers around you approach and raise Piccio.

Picio wipes away the tears with the back of his hand.

Meanwhile, I met Roan who was standing still.

Roan bows slightly.

Something I was sorry for.

'It's because of me....... By the way.......'

On the one hand.

"Did you notice anything strange about walking and posture? '

It was a great gift, if that were true.

Roan gazes quietly at Picio as he moves under the support of his soldiers.

'I'd like to find out more.......'

I felt sorry for him.

I couldn't talk to her as the situation was dire.

But luckily, he had Clay.

'You seem to like it. However, if you really notice something strange just looking at the situation, you're not very good at it.......'

Clay looks at Roan's face and looks at Doss, sighing.

"Commander, who was that soldier just now?"

"Oh, I'm Picio. He's a serious suspect. What are the odds of that? It's suspicious. It's a lie, they say. This will never happen again because I took care of you. So you don't have to care anymore."

"Is that so? A soldier in trouble, then. But why do you keep it under control......?"

"Oh, that's local, and it's rare to read and write, and..."

Doss has been talking about Picio for a while.

Clay reaches out for more information as he strikes the midfielder.

Doss has been talking for a long time before he wakes up late.

"Yes? Then why am I talking about him? Anyway, don't worry, this will never happen again."

"Yes, I only trust the commander."

"Yes, just trust me. Just me."

Clay and Doss have spoken a little more, and then they meet next.

Soon, the merchant guild procession began to move ahead of Clay's wagon.

Safely through the border gates of the Estelle Kingdom.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

Roan finds Clay only when the procession has reached the end of the buffer zone.

"What do you know about the soldier?"

"Yes, his name is Fizzio, he is twenty-six years old, native to the area and has been in the garrison for three years."

Clay gives a short answer before looking into Roan's eyes.

"My lord."

My voice was quite serious.

After clearing his head, he said with a confident expression.

"Fizzio. I need to get that soldier."

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