Price of Management

Chapter 3. Condol Cavalry Advance

I got a reply from Patrick.

"I strongly agree with the Lord's opinion.

The warriors of the Wind clan are now fully adapted to training, reaching their peak, and there are many new cavalry boys who are 15 years old and joining the cavalry.

Especially young people like that are frustrated because they don't have a chance to fight properly. It is the custom of the Wind Clan to be recognized as a warrior after a battle.

If the Lord gives us a chance, our Condol Cavalry will use its sharpened and polished power to shake its name.

You're responding as expected.

The nomads who are currently living in the western part of Kunt Province were originally those who saw blood, saying that it was a long day, such as pillaging or fighting other tribes. It is not cruel in nature, but a people who lived in an environment where they had to carry weapons to live.

The strength of the clan of the wind comes from that. Aside from their rapid maneuvers and obvious strengths such as archery while riding, they were not afraid to look at blood.

But now I live on my monthly salary without worries. Patrick makes me train every day, but now that I'm used to it, I'm sure I'm living a free life every day.

You worry that if you lose tension too much, the strongest warriors will become lazy. Let them fight adequately and not forget their advantages.

Then it's a decision. We should send the Condol Cavalry into the expansion.

Of course, it's not the Royal Army, it's my personal army. You can't fight for free, can you?

Around lunch that day, I called Louis, the treasury clerk, and we had dinner together.

“About the expansion to the North, I'm going to deploy an army that I personally raise. ”

“You mean the army from the nomads, the Condol Cavalry? Excellent idea. I'll return some of the construction money to the military's operating expenses. ”

That's refreshing.

“I just need to get the minimum military money... …. ”

“I'll get as much as I can. ”

“Oh, I don't want money and I don't need it.... ”

“You have to pay a lot of money to get your troops morale up. And since you applied for 100,000 Redinas as a matter of the north, there is no such thing as a uniform. ”

“Oh, yeah? ”

Louie's cooperation with me. If there's a faction following me in the royal family, it's always Louis' fault.

That day I sent a letter back to Patrick. It was ordered to help with the expansion.

* * *

Fighting Arena.

Owned by Earl Kunt, this arena has become an undiscovered landmark in the surrounding area.

A place where anyone can be free to stay and fight against their skills, regardless of identity. Earl Kunt allowed any unmanned visitor to stay and provide a bed and breakfast.

The residence surrounding the arena was occupied by skilled UAVs one by one, and the others lived in a temporary military tent provided by the Kunt family. Even the wildly unarmed gathered, so they were all rough-hearted and couldn't stay.

Thanks to this, the arena has become a recognizable place as an unmanned fighter. According to Caroc's intentions, it became an unmanned sanctuary, like the Duke of Meutt, called the Temple of Knights.

I heard rumors about mercenaries who wanted to gain fame or the materials of a famous knight family. Thanks to this, Earl Kunt has emerged as a respected celebrity with this single arena.

“Oh, today's our lucky day. ”

In his 15-year career as a mercenary, he was amazed at Lotin's three-month-old visit to the arena.

“What's going on? ”

Sam, who has been a mercenary for 13 years, also asked. He visited the arena just three days ago, and his skills were similar to that of Lotin, so he developed into a drinking buddy.

Lotin pointed to a young man on the battlefield.

“Look at him. ”

“Who is that? ”

Sam became a curious face, seeing a young man with short black hair and Bastard Sword on his back. He seemed like a simple prosecutor.

“Have you ever heard of Patrick Condol? ”

“Patrick Condol? Oh, I think I've heard of it. ”

“An Earl Ligand knight in shining armor. Commander of the Condol Cavalry. ”

“Oh, right! The Condol Cavalry is a horde of nomads around here. You're a big shot. ”

“That's why I'm lucky. They say swordsmanship rivals Lord Richard Buck of the Kunt family. ”

Sam was surprised by what Lotin said.

“Richard Buck is a high-ranking officer for Oregon Expert. What a young man! ”

I remembered the light of admiration on Sam's face. By accident, I learned to control it, so far Sam has gone through the anthill battle to become an Expert, so he visited the training car arena here.

I was jealous when I saw a trick that had already crossed that line at a much younger age than myself.

Then Patrick, in the middle of the arena, pulls out the Bastard Sword and raises an error.

“Huff!”

“Orga!”

After the intense energy was released, the unarmed men at the arena were surprised and noticed him.

A trick that captures the center of the battlefield with an error launched. The meaning was clear.

“Can anyone compete with me? ”

The man who was sitting in the corner of the fighting pits jumped up and approached, frightened to the end.

“It's not enough. I'll deal with it. ”

It was almost two meters tall. He was a typical mercenary armed with leather armor and Battle X because of scars all over his skin.

“Wow, it's Dahan. ”

“We're done. ”

Lotin and Sam, who were among the spectators, were surprised to see the size of the skinhead.

Dahan was famous in the mercenary industry for his size and strength. It was a case that I was lucky enough to come to the arena as a heartwreck and sat down in the arena with Earl Basque Kunt for about 30 seconds with a short map. Rumor has it that the Kunt family recently received a scout proposal and is considering it.

“I'm sure I just got on Expert to come. ”

“Still, the practical experience is superior, so it might be a good battle. ”

With many expectations, the two of them entered the battle.

“I'm done. Take good care of it. ”

“Patrick Condol. ”

Introduction was enough.

* * *

You feel the need to regain your swordsmanship before leading the Condol Cavalry into battle. That's why Patrick visited the arena. I haven't fought as a commander in a long time.

‘The Lord expects me to become a master. That's why I'm pessimistic.’

That's how Patrick looks at his opponent.

Dahan was a veteran mercenary in his late 30s. Big, heavy Battle X, tiny scars all over the body. This meant one thing.

Crazy, powerful style.

A good attack can be a type of combat where you are hit with your body and hit with an attack. That Battle X has its downward advantage even if it misses, so it must be reduced against all odds.

A move like that is most effective at hitting an opponent with speed.

"But!"

Patrick rushes forward with the Bastard Sword of Orders.

Dahan looks a little surprised, but, like a veteran, his body is reflexively facing Battle X.

Kuang!

A blaring noise hits your eardrums.

You're strong! Your arms are weak. But Patrick doesn't avoid it. He continues to attack all of them.

It's dangerous to engage the heavily armed opponent, but Patrick doesn't want to be pushed any further.

Patrick has a memory of being attacked by someone far more terrifying than Dahan.

“A talented young friend. Remember how scary I am. ”

Duke Joel Briton pushed him right before he died.