"Alright, Ars, we're going out!
"What? Where are you going, brother Byte? Didn't the Fontana family come this way yet?
"Are you an idiot? Do you have someone waiting for them to come? It's a must-win, don't go this way."
It was when I finished giving the Barca surname to the villagers who even responded to the convocation with magic restorative drugs in one hand.
Brother Byte, who saw it next door, rose up in momentum and put it out.
What do you suddenly say?
Are you in combat mode already?
But when I thought about it again, I was too prisoner of consciousness that I would collect numbers anyway.
I had no idea what I was going to do with future moves.
I can tell you that at best I was only thinking about it enough to wait for the old man from the traffickers to gather information for me.
On second thought, it might make sense for my brother Byte to say something.
In this village of Barca, there is land surrounded by the outer walls that I have built.
But this land would just be too big.
It must be impossible to protect this land, which is about 4 km from one side, with no more than 100 people.
Besides, although the walls are only thick, they are not made like walls.
It's only built to be okay with a big pig storm, and it's not built to intercept the people who attack it.
But that's also the idea that we're going to be in formation now, as Brother Byte said.
It's too dangerous to dare push them to their home base.
It's a group of warriors around the corner.
Originally, in recent years, there would be war power differences, just conscripting peasants to fight.
Maybe you should turn around a little bit.
"All right, let's get out of here. However, the destination is not the city. We're going to the next village."
After a while, I decided to go to another village.
The city of Fontana in the south is about 3 days away from the village of Barca, near the northern forest.
Naturally, it doesn't mean there's nothing between my village and the city.
There are several villages.
I decided to head to the village closest to Vulka.
Even so, it is not intended to raid and loot villages.
We in Barca were going to tell you why we decided this time.
The outrage lies only in the Fontana family, and we stand insufferably against it.
So let's expand the story we used when we called the villagers to other villages.
You could call it a kind of propaganda.
Justice is in us, that's why.
Of course, being told such a story wouldn't be something you learned for other villages, and it might just be annoying.
But there are a certain number of people listening to me.
It's hard to eat every day, and every winter there are quite a few people who die of freezing and starvation.
People who are living a life that could be tomorrow.
Convince them as if to brainwash, "It's all because of the nobility that you guys are having a tough life," and perform more magic.
Now, along with the food, you'll be able to use this magic, I appeal.
Maybe we'll get some people together.
Use magic that no group of people from Vulcan has ever seen, and show one or two more of them the scene of magic mastery in front of you.
That way, no one will doubt that they will be able to use magic, too.
If we succeed that far, the rest depends on how it goes.
We can head to the city.
It's okay to play the field somewhere.
Some will return to the village of Barca to cage.
Or it will depend on how they come out.
Because I want to take the lead, but I can't imitate going in if the other side is going to put a hell of a number of forces into it.
In the end, ad hoc, we'll have to think about it then.
Thus nearly 80 people from our village of Vulka pushed us to the neighbouring village.
"Hmm, unexpected. You don't even have the ears to ask."
"You bet. If all these people come close with weapons in every village, I wouldn't care to discuss it."
"I thought it was a good idea. Dad, what do you think we should do?
"There's no way you know your father."
Neighbourhood village that came by trying to move from the village of Barca to the diagonal one.
Come on, let's have a discussion, I was apparently the only one who thought so.
The people in the neighbouring village who perceived our presence approached us in a group gathered with an immediate weapon.
Somehow, I'm used to fighting.
That was the case in our village, but every house has something to use as a weapon when things go wrong, and they come together with it as soon as something happens.
Unlike the lack of motivation that was moving in disaster prevention training in previous life, it was just the speed with which we said that our lives depended on that speed.
Maybe he didn't experience it in my village, but he suddenly has the experience of being attacked by some kind of group.
By contrast, this person is quite concerned.
This was natural if you think about it too.
I was only here to discuss it with my neighbor.
But they weren't communicating it to the whole group.
It was only to tell the people around us where we were going before heading to the neighbouring village.
Maybe some of the humans over here think they've come to raid the neighboring village.
The experience of leading a group of people with weapons in their hands, for example, was not in previous life either.
Maybe I moved too far without thinking deeply about what everyone would think.
They looked up to heaven unexpectedly in a situation where groups met each other in a killing mood.