Episode 338
The magnificent castle building in the heart of the fortified city of Calfar was the headquarters of Baza Mercenaries.
By all means, this is the House of Duke of Calfar.
Duke of Carfal's flag and coat of arms had been burned and destroyed.
I'm not familiar with the political situation in Kuwait, but I'm a little anxious.
If you replace the Kwor royal family with the Shogunate, the princes are daimyo.
In addition, he has heard that Duke Karfal's grandmother was a royal man, so he is far from the current king. Although the power of Duke Carfal is not that great, he is a household close to the government among the princes.
Mercenaries who were merely a jumble of commoners beat the venerable Duke of Calfar to Bokoboko. Moreover, it occupies the mansion.
I feel bad.
"Zakal, who is the Duke of Calfar?"
"Because I begged for my life, I saved my life in exchange for a ransom. It seems I fled to a more upstream city, Wajar."
Hey, that's bad.
Do you always know what you are doing?
"The Duke of Carfal is a distant relative of the king, but is it okay to do that? Is he getting the forgiveness of Duke Bazza?"
Then Zakar laughs with his nose.
"We are mercenaries. Mercenaries are fighting according to their contracts. So we fight with all our strength. Defeat enemies. That's it?"
In response, the surrounding Khmer mercenaries nodded vigorously. They seem to be captivated by Captain Zakar.
What he says sounds right, but he doesn't consider the circumstances of his employer at all.
Most of you are in breach of contract. Initially, it should be a siege of Calfar.
Propose surrender after siege, and after negotiating like that, surrender Duke Carfal.
Duke Carlfal will then be able to end the battle without any damage after showing loyalty to his relatives, the royal family.
Roundabouts, no one loses. Even mercenaries do not die.
However, Zakar arguably colluded with mercenaries in other towns, and moved Bazza mercenaries on his own.
I hear that Karfal has a simple but fortified wall and gate, and that there was a proper guard.
The mercenaries of the coastal princes were only three thousand in total, so they would have caused considerable damage from entering the city.
The Battle of Carfal itself has been the victory of the coastal princes, but considering the whole war, it seems that "it's just a matter of confusing things."
So I complain.
"I know the difference, but isn't it a waste of soldiers? Are the mercenaries taken from Prince Bazza?"
Zakar laughs at my words.
"I have command. Only me can command the mercenaries on the battlefield! Or can I make Bazza? I only know the battle of the sea?
"I don't mean you can do anything just because you've got your soldiers in it?"
Apparently not in good shape.
And the surrounding mercenaries began to smell the killing.
"Fan?"
Monza, who accompanied me, laughs thinly. I licked my tongue.
Monza is always laughing, but now her eyes are not laughing. She feels the smell of killing. I will kill the mercenaries.
The other wolves are pretending to be calm, but are ready for war.
Even the Grizzes and Belousa Land Squadron were pounding their necks and fists.
It's a quick hit.
scared.
Captain Zakar is unlikely to be the one to talk to.
There is no way to talk to someone who does not speak.
And here, if the deputy deputy of the Demon King Milardia and the captain of the mercenary captain of Bazza fight, only the position of Duke Bazza will worsen.
First of all, it's ally, and finally it's appropriate.
I smiled and then dabbed Zachar's shoulder.
"But, anyway, I won. It won't be worth it if I win. I'll give your credit to Bazza. I will report it to my home country."
Zakar quickly understood the meaning of my remarks.
"Oh, that's an honor."
My victory and Takena will roar at Miraraldia across the sea.
Zakar grins grinning. It's a rather nasty laugh.
At such a moment, your personality will not come out.
He was in a good mood and patted my back lightly.
"As expected, he is a Deputy Deputy of the Demon Lord. Even though he is a foreign general, he is not a real warrior. Do you think so, are you guys?"
As Zakar laughs, the smell of mercenaries' murder fades.
Is it not Captain Zakar but me who controls the game?
I feel like I'm in an animal-like struggle.
I am an elegant and delicate sorcerer who loves learning and culture.
I don't do that kind of savage play.
I decided to escape quickly.
"Then I'll bring my subordinate guards into town. It's a unit independent of the chain of command, and I'll help you out of the way."
"Oh, yeah."
Now I smelled a bad smell from Zakar. The smell of lying.
Apparently it's like pulling our feet.
Be alert.
I exchanged thanks with Zakar with a smile and pulled up quickly.
I didn't eat lunch.
Returning to the Milaldia army's waiting area, Captain Griz murmured.
"A man like a geba. I'll put poison in my belly and do it."
Geba is an edible fish caught in Belousa that is delicious but highly toxic to its internal organs. Unlike the puffer fish, it looks like a normal fish, so it's hard to clean.
I nod.
"It's a dangerous man, but it's also capable. So he's an increasingly dangerous man."
Grizz nods and turns his eyebrows uncomfortable.
"About us, soldiers don't overdo it. If you tell me you can kill ten, you're exactly ten. Nine or even eleven. My husband said, "
"The order is based on the premise of killing ten people, so I'm thinking about the next thing."
He knows that well, and this brutal Mohican man is appointed captain of the Land Squadron.
I sighed.
"Those who overdo it like the Bazaar mercenaries always have a problem. If I'm an employer, I'm going to replace the captain, but the employer is the Bazaar."
"I'm an old woman, but I don't know much about war, especially in land wars."
"That's right. The coastal princes don't have land war experts."
You can't get rid of Zakar, even if you do a little too much.
"Vaid's husband, what's going on in the future?"
"The Duke of Karfal will never forget this matter. A noble who is disgraced is dangerous. For nobles as well as mercenaries, mens is of the utmost importance."
Reputation from lords, vassals, and other lords and kings. Both are important assets for the lord. It is directly linked to food and security of life.
"I don't know the character of Duke Karfal, but it seems better to be on the lookout for future developments. If you have the opportunity, you will surely get revenge."
They are not sweet enough to drain the humiliation breached by the civilian forces.
I gathered the werewolf corps and Belousa land squadron in a vacant lot near the castle gate.
"Now we need a dormitory, but this is the occupied territory of the coastal princes.
"Weite ... Is it good, Captain Weite?"
Deputy captain Fern calls out anxiously. Fern has gradually learned the human way.
You seem to have noticed that my instructions bought a rebound from the residents.
So I smile.
"These private houses are all tattered. Do we need repairs to use them as lodgings?"
Just there, Jerikh's squad carried timber and sun-dried bricks by cart.
"Hey, General! I just need to buy this much !?"
"Oh, start right away, preferably in the architectural style of Kwor. Let's do it for the inhabitants."
"Oh!"
Jerik Corps has blacksmiths, carpenters and masons.
I immediately checked the condition of the ground and measured the dimensions of the pillars.
Fern looked dimly for a while, but apparently understood my intention.
"Oh ... I see. Well, let's do that. Look, everyone is ready! You're used to hiding in home repairs, right?"
Every house was rattling.
Belusa Land Squadron is also gaining momentum.
"Oh guys! I'm the point of emergency repair of a warship.
"Come on!"
Immediately, construction starts with Tonten Kanten.
The worrisome reactions of the residents are worrisome, but they have no choice as the werewolf squad and the Mohawks have caught and forced them to help.
Actually, I would like to have a lower attitude, but this is also a consideration for various directions, so I will have you put up with it.
"Please keep the original division! I will give up after using it as a lodging!"
The houses around the castle gate are damaged, so we will repair them without permission, use them as lodgings, and leave them alone.
That's it.
As for the expenses, I have purchased and sold my own Dragon Dragon from Mao to a Khmer merchant. In order not to be beaten by the buyers, the dealers carefully chose their personal connections.
There was only one ore that did not exist in Kuhwar, and even small stones were sold at incredible prices. The rate was guilty, but it's amazing because they make money.
Thanks to this, the war expenses are plentiful.
Suppose you drop a little bit of money into the battlefield of Karfal and, in the meantime, help a little with recovery.
As work began to take off, Deputy Chief of Mercenary Kumerk appeared out of nowhere. Well, were you watching?
"Sir Weid, what are you doing?"
"I'm planning to prepare my own Milaldia soldier's dormitory. I'm just preparing the soldiers."
Because my money and my subordinates do it, nobody should have the right to stop.
Try to get in the way.
As she grinned, Deputy Secretary Kummerk stared at me.
"Sir Weid, you feel sympathy for the people of Karfal ..."
"Well, what is it?"
I can't do much in other conflicting countries, so I'm just preparing for the military camp.
Then Deputy Kumerk sighed.
"My parents' house dealt with pottery, and I was in charge of purchasing decorative slabs, so I can understand a little about architecture."
Then he smiles in trouble.
"Are you sure you want to help?"
"Thank you. I'll be saved."
At that moment, Deputy Secretary Kummerk takes off his jacket and raises his voice, intermingling Khwar and Milardia.
"There's a whole difference in how the bricks are stacked! Then it will easily collapse with the force of the side !? Who is the owner of this house !? Help if you do not want to be selfish by Milardia soldiers ! "
Mohawks and wolves are confused by the annoyance, but Kummerk pulls scared residents to work more and more.
"Don't throw away the snake's pottery! This snake is an incarnation of a mejire, an amulet of a house. It's an important thing to show the owner of the house. "
Is it like a nameplate and a demon tile?
Anyway, it is very fine.
A savage Mohawk is leaning on his neck, holding a round tile that splits into two.
"Even if you tell me to inherit, I don't know what I'm doing ..."
"Is that so? I'll do it. You go back to work. If there are any other broken pieces, I'll fix them all."
When Kumerk received the tiles from the mighty Mohawk, he took out a small urn or leather bag from his waist porch and began kneading.
Apparently he intends to fix it in a way that looks like a gold splice. As expected it is my profession.
But is this enough for work?