I am the Monarch

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Inside the Gateway was the New World.

It didn't mean that the wagon was a world that flew in the sky and was decorated with all kinds of jewels.

"Look at this road."

Wide open road in front of you.

Even though the wagon was passing by with a flat stone, the ground was not worried about the file.

Moreover, the wagons and wagons were separated from each other, so there was no interference with each other's passage.

"Look at the number of shops even though it's a gateway city on the territorial border."

Gordon is surprised elsewhere.

There were so many different shops that there was nothing to sell on the side of the road, but they were all neat stone buildings.

"Oh my! There's wheat in the Easterl Kingdom!"

"Look at all the gold jewelry."

"Plenty of quality mushrooms."

Those who passed through the gate naturally walked towards the store.

Clyde and Gordon keep looking back, but they can't stand it now.

"I'll stop by on my way back."

Clyde nods at Gordon's words.

I tried my best to get to the end.

Then.

"The station wagon to Mediacis is about to leave! If you are going to Mediacis Castle, please buy a ticket!"

A resounding voice.

"Huh?"

Clyde and Gordon's gaze naturally follows his voice.

"Hmm."

Suddenly, a low elasticity flowed out.

You see a huge wagon with dozens of people riding it where you can see it.

It was the huge station wagon that passed in front of the two of them as soon as it passed through the gate.

"Two horses can pull a wagon that big?"

Clyde shakes his head in surprise.

The steps were heading towards the station wagon.

As we got out of the way and into the large clearing, even more surprising sights were opened.

"It's not just one or two, right?"

Inside the void were five large station wagons.

There were fewer than ten and more than twenty people on board.

The number of horses that dragged the wagon was also different depending on the size, but no more than four horses.

Clyde and Gordon staring at each other in surprise.

"Welcome to Unham Wagon Station."

A young man approaches and bows his head.

"Tickets can be purchased from the inside."

On the left chest is a badge with the name O'Connor and an institution for the Lancefield Transportation Division, Unham Wagon Station.

Gordon smiles awkwardly and asks questions.

"Oh, yeah. If you buy a ticket, will you be able to take that huge wagon to Mediacis Castle?"

"Yes, of course."

O'Connor nods, smiling and smiling.

Clyde looks a little suspicious.

"With so many people riding around, can you speed me up with two horses?"

O'Connor replied with a soft, upbeat voice, saying, "Don't worry."

"This is your first time using a station wagon in our lance phil transportation business. Our station wagon is a magic wagon that was carved with the magic jewels of the Leno Tower on the latest wagon made in collaboration with the Lancefield Alchemy Bureau."

"Magic wagon?"

Clyde's eyes widen.

O'Connor nods lightly.

"I also don't know exactly what magic is engraved, but I do know that it contains magic that essentially reduces the total weight of the wagon and magic that balances the wagon."

"Hmm."

Clyde and Gordon spill another low tear.

'I've seen a lot of weight loss magic.......'

Research is actively underway to reduce the weight of heavy armor for the operation of strong infantry troops.

In fact, in the Estonian Empire and in some other kingdoms, some of the weight-loss armored troops were doing some work.

'I had no intention of incorporating the magic into the carriage.'

Clyde glances at O'Connor with his inner tongue.

"How long is this magic wagon going on?"

"Not much yet. The total number of wagons running across the territory should add up to 20. And of course, that number continues to grow."

I feel a sense of pride that cannot be hidden from O'Connor's voice.

Clyde and Gordon nod slowly.

Twenty Magic Wagons.

It was never a small number.

'Quite an achievement in just one year.'

In fact, although O'Connor was a terminator in the transportation business and was not aware of the details of the situation, Earl Lancefield is currently making remarkable progress under a systematic regional development plan.

Specifically, Lancefield's transportation network plan, represented by a magical wagon, involved the Lancefield Alchemy Bureau, the Lancefield Technical Bureau, and Leno Mart, as well as Lydia Timber and Ford Mining Companies handling key raw materials.

Here was the Goldmaster Sale, or the merchant merchant merchant merchant merchant merchant merchant who runs the transportation business directly with the road hypothesis.

In other words, the transportation network business was a very important part of Earl Lancefield's development plan.

'Fantastic.'

Clyde was greatly impressed.

Earl Lancefield was aware of the rise of a new commercial hub in the Rhine Kingdom.

However, I did not expect that the infrastructure itself would be being repaired.

'Earl Lancefield may be a much greater man than I thought.'

Instead of obsessing about short-term results, he was leading the territory with a long-term view.

Of course, he wouldn't have done all this alone.

But it was also great to have talent around to make it possible.

"Gordon. We should use the station wagon, too."

Clyde glances, smiling and smiling.

Curiosity arose.

I wanted to go through it myself and feel it.

Gordon nods and buys a ticket to Mediah from an internal source.

"Have a nice trip."

O'Connor bows his head in a polite manner.

Clyde and Gordon nod slightly and walk toward the words that say, "To Mediacis."

There were still a few vacancies left in the large wagon.

A wagon decorated with a thick, soft cloth.

As you step inside, you see a small, comfortable wooden chair.

'Not bad.'

If we can really carry this many people with two horses, we will be able to carry supplies as well as soldiers at the same time.

'The movement of supplies and troops will be much faster?'

If this holds, Earl Lancefield will be dozens of times more powerful.

Clyde and Gordon sit face to face and look at each other.

Both of them had complex colors.

Then.

"I will depart for station wagon No. 3 to Mediacis."

The voice of the wagon seated in the carriage seat is clear as if it were speaking next to you.

At the same time.

Yuck.

With the sound of wooden planks creaking, the giant wagon begins to move gently.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

The two horses stomped the ground hard without any difficulty at all.

The slow-moving wagon leaves Unham Wagon Station and enters the wide road.

Clyde glances at Gordon, shining his eyes.

"It's not shakier than I thought."

"I think it's because of the balancing magic that that guy O'Connor mentioned earlier."

Gordon reacts coldly and senses the wagon's movements.

Although it was comfortable without shaking, it was not that fast.

"A little more than I thought….."

When the horse goes on like that.

I heard the wagon's voice again.

"We're out of Gateway Town Unham. Let's speed up your movement from now on. Enjoy your trip."

The wagon speeds up, terrified to the end of the horse.

Fortunately, the higher the speed, the greater the speed itself.

I didn't even know a wagon was running unless it was a crude window in the middle.

Clyde and Gordon shake their heads, facing each other.

I'm even more tired of being surprised.

"This is the size of the Gateway Village, so what is the capital Mediacis Castle like?"

Clyde mutters in a small voice.

Gordon doesn't know anything, but another merchant who was there when he couldn't answer smiled and said.

"It's a different world. especially in a nocturnal city."

Night vision.

Clyde and Gordon frown.

Unfamiliar words.

Is there anything special about the night landscape?

'At best, you can keep a few lamps on.'

The king was setting up a lamp in Mildo and some of the streets to illuminate the darkness.

Miller was the most magnificent and colossal city in the Rhine Kingdom.

'But…'

Clyde had a mind, just in case.

At some point, he was expecting something from Roan.

Clyde's chest runs as fast as a runaway wagon.

* * *

Rustic, unpretentious, and understated.

Located in the heart of Mediacis Castle, the Lansfil backwriting was like a dedicated administrative space with only the essentials.

"Still no trace?"

Non-top seats.

Roan, who was sitting at the end of an elongated circular table, asked with a serious expression.

"I don't blame you."

"I'm sorry."

Earl Lancefield's eyes and ears, known as Director Chris and Captain Keefe of Tenebra's forces, bowed with a solemn look.

Roan sighs for a moment.

"Where did the godfather go......."

It was Io Lansfield and the other patrons who were desperately looking for him.

It's been a year since Io disappeared.

It was discovered that the king also left Milr at the time of the Territory War and headed for the Estia Empire.

But the reason he chose to march on the Empire and the aftermath of his entry into the Empire was unknown.

'I haven't reached the Estonian Empire yet.'

Agence and the Tenebrae troops have been refurbishing and refurbishing for the past year, but it was not enough to gather information from within the Estonian Empire.

In the past year, Roan has been chasing Io's trail with his backpack while sweeping the interior rooms of the territory.

However, despite all efforts, there was no trace of Io.

Then.

Knock, knock. Knock.

With the sound of knocking on the conference room door, one of the guards appeared.

"Baron Elva Dionard is here."

The words hardened the faces of Austin and other major housewives.

"I'm here to see the erl."

At the same time, Elba Dional, a woman with a beautiful but strong feeling, appeared.

Elba visited the territory about a year ago and has been a key guest of the Earl's estate until now.

In a way, there is no big problem.

But over time, her identity became a problem.

When Elba first came to visit Earl Lancefield, she was representing 12 Hatchling, a group of nobles of the small intestine tribe.

At the time, she asked Roan to become the thirteenth member of 12 Hatchling.

However, he couldn't accept the offer in pursuit of Iow's missing trail and leveraging the groundwork of the land.

A complete rejection.

Then Elba insists on sitting down on the Earl Lancefield, and over time she begins to confuse her role as well.

Originally Elba was a nobleman who supported the Three Prince Columns.

After she left for a long time, the column began sending letters and people to her for a number of reasons.

I wanted to use Elba to lure Roan into his camp.

From then on, Elba began to wander between the two roles of 12 Hatchling representatives and Column Faction people.

Earl Lancefield is also troubled not by how he deals with her.

"Whom did they come as today?"

In Roan's question, Elva lowers her head, smiling faintly.

"I'm here as Prince Column's man."

It looks very worn out today.

'You seem confident today.'

Roan smiles bitterly.

She was an important guest of the family, but she was now a meeting to address the Earl's major issues.

It was not a conversation.

"Baron Diona. I'm sorry, but I'm in a meeting right now, so I'll talk to you in a minute."

At that, Elba shakes her head with a blurry smile.

"It will only take a moment. I have some very important news."

"Important news?"

"Yes, this is important news."

Elba stares directly into Roan's eyes.

Roan nods, looking at the bold, unadulterated look in his eyes.

"Good. What's the news?"

At that point, Elba took a short breath and replied in a small voice.

"I've heard from Io Lansfield."

* * *

Hee-hee-hee!

A well-traveled wagon suddenly stops.

"I'll stop for a moment."

Immediately, you hear the wagon's urgent voice.

Clyde and Gordon look puzzled as they take a nap.

At that moment, one of the merchants who was looking out the window yelled in surprise.

"Troop of Lancefield chariots!"

Troops.

Earl Lancefield was also called Gail's unit, which was created with the development of a magical wagon.

Two or two!

Sand dust rises around the station wagon with a huge hoof sound.

"What the hell is going on?"

"All of a sudden, Lancefield's chariot troops surround the wagons......."

"Is there a remnant of Earl Chase among us?"

Scared sounds pour out from everywhere.

Clyde and Gordon swallow dry saliva with a slightly tense look.

Then the door of the wagon, which was tightly closed, opened.

At the same time, a handsome man wearing red armor appeared.

"First squadron leader Caldwell, Gail Corps. Is Clyde here?"

It was a loud voice, but the tone itself was very polite.

Clyde, who was located on the inside of the wagon, stood up at the stagecoach.

"I'm Clyde."

After that, Gordon rises up and stands in front of Clyde.

Moves that have been working on Clyde for over 30 years.

Caldwell bows slightly and bows.

"I have come to take you at the Lord's command. Take our chariot."

"Earl Lancefield……?"

Clyde mutters in surprise, then nods.

Now I have a rough idea of how things are going.

'Baron Dionard brought it up first.'

He wanted to hear the news of Io as soon as possible.

Clyde pulls Gordon out of the wagon with one hand.

In front of you, you see a large, solid chariot painted red.

Unlike a wagon, it looked very monotonous without a lid or roof, but it felt like it would be much faster and more destructive because of that.

"Climb inside and place your feet on the floor loop and hold the strap firmly on the wall."

Caldwell demonstrated his hand with an explanation.

"Yes, thank you."

Clyde and Gordon nodded and secured themselves along Caldwell inside the chariot.

"Hold on tight."

Caldwell checks the condition of the two men thoroughly, then grabs hold of the long stretch.

The horse, who was breathing heavily, lifted his neck and burst into tears.

Hee-hee-hee!

As the two chariots rush forward, they sweep the ground as if they were dragged away by a chariot much smaller than a wagon.

"Oops!"

Clyde and Gordon slap the eardrums and swallow the wind.

It was unbelievably fast compared to a magical wagon.

Two or two!

With a loud hoof, the ten chariots cross the field.

Destination is Mediacis Castle.

Clyde ducks under the chariot, avoiding the wind hitting his face.

It was hard to breathe.

He clutches his left chest without even knowing it.

'When we reach Mediacis Castle.......'

When Clyde and Gordon meet with Roan, or precisely, the moment the letter of your heart is delivered to Roan, the peace that lasted a short time will end.

Clyde raises his head slightly and looks up at the sky.

One day, the sun went west and sprinkled red.

'The world is already turning red.'

Clyde smiles bitterly.

The world of sunset will turn to a world of blood.

A war that I know, but cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided.

The tent was just about to open.

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