Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 340

Returning to the banquet hall, I sought a Deputy Lieutenant of the Bazaar Mercenary Corps, but gave up again because the serious Sergeant was completely drunk.

For now, ask about the treatment of those beautiful girls. I'm sorry if I get terrible.

I'll ask you again in the morning.

And the morning comes.

My head tingling is probably due to molasses.

Perhaps because he was drunk, he dreamed of Frieden Richter after a long absence.

I often see Friedenrichter's dreams, but last night he appeared as a bar owner in front of me of my last life.

Friedenrichter's bartender looks strange, so the atmosphere in the restaurant was very good.

However, no matter what you ordered, you could get molasses straight, and the only dry thing was grasshoppers.

Next door, Bartesse and Kultce in suits were fighting over the debate on `` whether the demon army's public offering is Ali or Nashi '', but eventually it was said that `` Tomomo is good '' .

I woke up when I was in trouble trying to go to the bathroom.

This is the first dream I don't understand.

The sun is yellow. In addition, the sun was shaking.

Miraraldia's sun did not fluctuate so much.

No, it's my liver and brain that's shaking.

I cast my spell in my mouth, rubbing my right flank.

Some enhancement magic activates internal organs. Now it's a way to strengthen the liver. In other words, it is magic of detoxification.

After a while, the sickness faded, and the sun stopped swaying.

Convenient.

I wanted to use this in previous life.

When I come out, I wake up the werewolf, the Mohawk, and the Khulans, who are everywhere.

Even though they repaired the private house, more than half of them seemed to be homeless.

"Everyone should wash their faces. Don't use the water from the river. Fine mud comes in through your eyes and nose. We're not used to the water here, and you'll get sick. I will use it. "

Well water is a little better because it is groundwater. Mohawks are forming a line and washing their faces.

The waters of the river Mejire are rich in germs and are not much different from poisons for Milardians. Beware of infectious diseases in werewolf.

Then I seized Lieutenant Kummerk and smashed the magic of drunkenness, reiterating my complaint about the matter last night.

"Because I'm married, I don't need to worry about it.

"Well, I understand ...?"

Deputy secretary Kumerk nodded several times, but twisted his head.

Is that something that doesn't make sense? But I was unfamiliar with the night culture of Kuwait.

After Deputy Kumerk rushed back to the mercenary headquarters, I had breakfast with the rest of the pot.

The Werewolf Corps and Belusa Land Squadron are still rehabilitating private houses today.

However, I have two squad members of the Hammam corps deliver my letter to Viracoya, the Duke of Baza.

"Make sure to give it to yourself, so no one but the Viracoya can read it."

"OK, Lieutenant"

The members of the Hammam squad are not from Hidden Village, but seem to have been lost to a band of human bandits.

I can do equestrian riding, and I'm good at such secret missions.

The letter contains a report on the current status of Calfar. He wrote his concerns about the mercenaries as they were.

If you read this, Viracoya will do something.

The problem is the distance between Calfar and Bazza.

Even at the speed of a messenger running on horses, it takes at least three to four days to make a round trip. It takes more days to run a united army.

That is, no one can stop Captain Zakar with his ability.

I sigh and tell Fern.

"Because Viracoya's eyes reach near Bazza, the mercenary seems to have calmed down."

"So you've finally exposed your nature?"

Fern tilts his head while pulling his mouth and exposing healthy teeth.

The wolves are comfortable because they are not interested in politics.

"Maybe it is. The army of coastal princes in the back is a jumble, not as strong as it looks.

The regular army consists of sailors on ships, town guards, and civilians. The formation change that is absolutely necessary in the land battle will not be left.

I've experienced land battles several times in this world, so I know that warriors who can't form well are not very useful.

Mercenaries aren't good at land combat, but Commander Zakar is a land combat expert. He has also properly trained in land battles.

"The mercenaries are waiting for the moment they can do whatever they want. This dogma is a dry run."

If he could be accused of taking the initiative in Calfar, he would have calmed down or turned over to the enemy.

However, there is some reaction from Viracoya at least three days later. Nobody will be able to stop Zakar once they have entered Encaraga, the capital.

Then, Wadd, who had cut the timber into an appropriate size, muttered.

"But, despite its decoration, the army of coastal princes is large. There are only three thousand mercenaries, and you're going to take quite a bit of damage in the capture of Calfar, right?"

"No, that was Captain Zakar shielded from mercenaries in other cities. One thousand Bazaza mercenaries reporting directly were almost intact, and mercenaries from other surviving cities swearing obedience to Zakar one after another. "

I heard this from a drunk Deputy Secretary Kumerk.

"in addition……"

When I said, an armed middle-aged man came before me.

"I'm rude. It's Barker, son of Shumsa. Are you the Mercenary Captain?"

Although it is a beautiful Khul language, the man's appearance is dingy.

He wears rusted iron armor, but his hands and shoulder rests vary in size and design. Probably borrowed from different armor.

He had only one leg, and he was wearing the right leg on the left leg. Probably for the forefoot defense.

Weapons are only old swords. The leather of the sword belt has a strange smell, whether it is groomed with cheap oil.

It looks like a ronin.

I shook my head.

"No, I'm leading reinforcements from Milaldia. If you're a mercenary captain, I'm in the residence of Duke Calfar."

"This is polite.

The man left after carefully bowing with his right knee. Still stinks.

Staring at the man's back, Wod sighs.

"It's a bitter mercenary. The third and fourth sons of a lower aristocracy leave the house, and after about ten or twenty years.

"Is there a lot of candidates coming to the mercenaries?"

As I tilted my head, Wod narrowed her eyes and nodded.

"That's right. If the dependable mercenary captain earns gross profits, he will get a reputation in the neighborhood.

"From an outsider's point of view, the army of coastal lords is not advancing bamboo ..."

The princes of the Mejiré River basin are in close contact with the coastal princes at the back, almost passing through.

However, ostensibly, it has been invaded and surrendered.

It would be no wonder that some people misunderstand that this is "the great success of the Zakar mercenary captain, who is at the forefront."

I'm getting more and more worried.

"Monza"

"What?"

Monza, who was repairing the roof, appeared upside down. Perhaps it's hanging from the roof, but how do you hold your body?

I order her, thinking inwardly and strangely.

"The Monza squad monitors Zakar's movements, giving priority to not being noticed."

"Yes, leave it to me."

The head is withdrawn.

It's old, but there's still a mystery.

I perceived the mercenaries as potential enemies, and gathered information again.

As a result, it turns out that it is bad.

It is said that the regular army of coastal princes has been considerably reduced because troops have been deployed in cities along the way.

The basin lords have surrendered and they will no longer fight, but the coastal princes have to leave. Eventually they are returning home.

Therefore, it was necessary to keep surveillance and communication troops stationed.

There are currently about 6,000 coastal princes gathering in villages near Carfar. It's a calculation that leaves the rest of the 2,000 around.

The mercenaries are severely wounded, killing or injuring about 20%, and their troops have been reduced to over 2,000. But Monza reports that new mercenaries are coming here and there.

If the mercenaries betray and attack with the Royal Guard's 4000 guards in Enkaraga, the capital, the coastal lords will surely lose.

I talk to him while cheering on the lunch made by Captain Grizz of Belousa Squadron.

"That's why it is Captain Zakar who has the right to decide who will win this civil war."

"Hey, that's a story I don't like. Husband, is it easy to change?"

"Oh, I ask you a lot"

"Every time"

Cereals, the main food of Kuwait.

Grizz arranged the paella style of this guy, also known as Kuwor wheat.

To be honest, the media itself is not so delicious. It is not suitable for those who are accustomed to rice and wheat.

Unlike wheat, it is great to eat without flour, but eating with the intention of rice is awkward.

So Captain Griz, who had arrived at Kuhwar earlier, squeezed his wisdom and came up with a recipe that he liked the Milardians.

The only fun part of the expedition is a meal, which is very helpful.

"This is delicious. If this is the case, you can import the fish. In addition, the river fish of the ingredients is impressively delicious."

"Hehe, I tried to squeeze the Kurobe's herbs into the whites and try to eliminate the smell of the river fish. It tastes like cod and it's honest.

Grizz is laughing happily at the end of the century with an evil attitude.

While Mohawk and the werewolf wrote something like Paella with white fish, I will consult in the future.

"The mercenary is dangerous. I don't know when to betray."

"Is your policy not to inspire your husband, that Zakar bastard?"

"Let's do it.

For the time being, we will be scrutinizing for a while, and if the connection with the king is lost, the mercenaries will disband.

"Because Bazza said he would send a messenger to the king, negotiations should be under the surface. We will earn time."

"Hey, I understand."

"Okay, captain."

Mohawk and the wolves nodded at the same time while eating something paella-like.