- The Latio Republican Army was defeated, and the report was delivered to the Liberation Army.
Though the defeat of the republican army was expected......
If you look at the details of the report, there is something to protect you from the cold.
Apart from the smell, almost the same number of soldiers hit directly from the front in the field.
Nonetheless, the war situation seems to have been excessively one-sided.
The Republican Army suffered a devastating defeat in which up to three of its five generals, including General Moschino, acting Commander-in-Chief, would die in battle.
How the hell did a soldier escape to his country?
The damage is immeasurable.
However, besides the Expeditionary Army, the Republic still keeps quite a few soldiers in the country.
In other words, this defeat is not immediately related to the survival of the nation.
That said, nearly 40,000 generals, from the time of their initial appearance, the fact that 60,000 great armies were destroyed.
The impact that it has had on the human beings of the Republic is too great.
According to the next and subsequent reports, there seems to be a great deal of confusion in the Republic.
Especially the national sentiment, its sadness and anger is terrific.
There are two major emotions that can be called frenzy, where the spearhead is headed.
One is us who betrayed the Republic.
The popular opinion of the republican people seems to be burning black with PLA hatred.
Yes, they seem more resentful than the Royal Magna Army, which actually defeated the Republican Army.
And now one is the senators who pushed for such an alliance with the Liberation Army.
The legislators, headed by Sir Bartolone, who strongly pushed for an alliance, were immediately stripped of their seats by this popularly held Parliament.
Furthermore, the republican people, who still can't get angry, turned into thugs and raided the mansions of former Alliance promoters.
Looks like he put it up for a blood festival.
Yes, with just one exception.
"Min to see the desk. There's no way out."
I shrugged as I watched a line of large merchants that entered Willa far away.
No, it's a night escape group dressed as a merchant squad, to be exact.
I sent you to the Latio Republic, Watson. Your task is twofold.
One is a warning to Sir Cazzarini and a recommendation for asylum.
If the republican army is defeated, it can be expected that his position will be jeopardized.
Regardless of the other senators, he needed to be rescued.
Because there's a stock of wands and gunpowder under him that went into the mass production system.
That's why I advised you to take as much as you can and asylum here as soon as possible.
But since you arrived in the Republic, Watson, you wouldn't have been able to prepare for such a massive night escape.
Sir Cazzarini must have been preparing for asylum beforehand.
He's a really capable man. That's why you'll need to be vigilant.
"Oh, the Witch Hall! It hurts to greet you on purpose."
Sir Cazzarini, who has broken his face, will thank you very much.
"No, Sir Cazzarini. It is only natural to welcome and work with friends out of their predicament."
I greeted her with a ladylike smile.
"It's a thank you. This time you will reach out for salvation, and you will be most grateful. So what you need to have is friends."
Salvation and nothing, if I hadn't betrayed you in the first place, I wouldn't have been in a predicament...
One thing that doesn't leak resentment is things like boulders.
I turn my gaze behind Sir Cazzarini like that.
"Still, that's an amazing amount"
Sir Cazzarini, once turned around, nodded back.
"Yeah. We did everything we could to reward you for this. The items requested by the Witch Hall were originally scratched as far as hardware, weapons, and military food, and our money. I was hoping you could help me."
"You've done so well in your own peril... I have to thank you."
There are other people's eyes. What a white conversation we engage in.
Still, it's a truly uninterrupted souvenir.
You can't treat Sir Cazzarini with so many handicrafts to evil.
Really, you're a good safekeeper.
"You must be tired from a long journey. We have a room at the Fine Palace. Please remove the dirt from your journey first. We'll discuss the future tomorrow."
"overlapping, it hurts"
Sir Cazzarini carefully bowed his head.
I instruct the servants of Palazzo Fine to guide Sir Cazzarini.
Led by a servant, Sir Cazzarini heads to the Fine Palace as soon as possible.
What was left was a huge pile of supplies.
This one gives instructions to the soldiers and tells them to clean it up properly.
At that time, don't forget to stab the nail.
"Sir Cazzarini will have an inventory of this supplies available. Check it out later, so you can sort it out with your kitten for clarity."
"Ha."
"It's a huge amount. As also reveal who was in charge of which supplies. You don't have to know who to ask later."
"Understood."
Then put it down and I'll go back to the Fine Palace, too.
Okay, now that would have been some restraint against the bad guys.
Do I have to put any hardware in their pockets?
… maybe we can have a scapegoat appropriately.
Even more, a tightening effect would be expected.
And if only that poor goat had sidelined some supplies already.
Then, oh wonder. Lost ends up in my pocket.
Yeah, that's a perfect deal.
I nodded contentedly.
Knock on the door with the tons.
"Go ahead."
Wait for permission to enter the room and go inside.
"Oh, can you give me a day off, Witch Hall?
Sir Cazzarini, who saw my face, laughs niggly.
"What, were you really taking it? You idiot, you can't stay that long."
"Oh, boy. So, what can I do for you?
With his shoulders clasped, Sir Cazzarini inquires.
"I wanted to get a breakdown of the handicrafts."
"I see.... here it is. Go ahead."
Sir Cazzarini takes out a piece of parchment as he speaks.
And I handed it to you.
I'll take it, or I'll run my eyes on that paper quickly.
"Artwork on gold coins, precious metals and jewellery. Then, weapons, food... This again..."
"It's something inside, isn't it?
"Yeah. I guess you've been in rowing business for a long time."
In my direct words, Sir Casalini, the boulder, also smiles bitterly.
"Anyway, is the key wand… 3000? Hmmm......"
Not a bad number.
In this case, we can create a Simply Calculated 3000 Demon Wand Unit.
That we can tailor a people who have never had a weapon into an army of 3,000 men.
The dramatic change is the earliest kind of alchemy or something.
Yeah, but...
"Bullets are fine, it's still gunpowder stockpiles that make it a neck..."
Find the number on the paper stating the amount of gunpowder.
I don't mind bullets inside consumables. I can mass produce as much as I want.
The problem is gunpowder.
I guess Sir Cazzarini also brought all the minutes he had at hand.
That amount is small.
However, the amount of gunpowder used will also increase if the Demon Wand Squad becomes as large as 3,000 people, unlike before.
Honestly, there's something I'm not comfortable with in this amount.
"After all, we rely on Wise. What do you say, Sir Cazzarini? Does he do well?
"Well. I kept it connected to that muscle (...) handover I have... What happens now? I guess it depends on him."
It's an unreliable answer.
I'd like a more reassuring answer...
I take one sigh zero.
A stable supply of gunpowder is essential to keep the Demon Wand unit in operation.
Another task entrusted to Weiss is the establishment of a supply route for gunpowder.
For that reason, I sent him to the Republic.
A trade route around the west established by the predecessor Sir Cazzarini.
Gunpowder arrives from here.
Nothing, not even the route used only by Sir Cazzarini's fleet.
If he's not in the Republic, there's no problem if another Chamber of Commerce ship buys gunpowder.
If there is a problem, it would rather be buying in the Republic.
Due to the current relationship between the Republic and the PLA, I do not believe it is possible to do business.
Whatever, the republican people's national sentiment for the PLA sucks.
No matter how blind a merchant you are to making money, you won't be able to make a deal with the PLA inside.
In the first place, I don't think the Council of Elders will allow it.
I mean, dealing with a legitimate chamber of commerce is hopeless.
Then we have to give up?
No, no, that's not going to be an option.
So, what do we do? The answer is simple.
If you can't make a deal with a legitimate chamber of commerce, you can make a deal with the less legitimate people.
In other words, he is the dark merchant of Mogri.
A republic where trade flourishes. There must be enough to sweep and throw away the raw hands.
If they trade in an angry world, they won't be constrained by Congress either.
Depending on the money, you'll be able to trade enough.
Here's the painting I drew to procure gunpowder.
First, we leave gunpowder imports in the ocean to the leading chambers of commerce.
And as an intermediary between its major chambers of commerce and the PLA, use the Dark Merchant.
I can source gunpowder without any problems with this.
We need Weiss to follow this path.
It's just a land of no edge or itch, even though he's a former merchant.
I don't even carry handouts or other shards.
Starting from scratch, there's more to the impossible.
That is why I asked Sir Cazzarini to introduce me to some preexile handouts.
By now, you should be in contact with the introduced Dark Merchants.
Later, depending on how Weiss works.
I'm sure he's straining himself, too.
Because once you've been dried, you can start over as a merchant.
... yes, even if you were thrown into an angry world.
Yeah, business is business.
I'm sure, I'm sure, it'll be strained.
No, you did your best, my Watson.
You can do it!
Yes, even if any ordeal or training ground awaits.
Yeah, you could do that.
Of course, I don't doubt his success.
I don't doubt it, but in order to make a breakthrough, I declared that if I failed, I would be decapitated.
By the way, whether it's a metaphorical representation of dismissal, or something physical, is determined by one of my breasts.
I heard that, Watson. You were shivering samurai.
I'm sure you got excited about a worthy job.
Oh, how reliable.
He would overcome any hardship.
I am heartfelt sympathy, soul, and celebration of the future of my men.