Summoned Slaughterer

"Excellent grades"

Rarely did he hear Kym praise people, and Duergal was on duty in the hall where he was in the study room.

"Well, is your daughter that good?"

"Right. It's not the same as you who managed to pass by letting Brokla bow her head and teach her to study."

"Uruchi"

In front of the two of them having an idyllic exchange, Filinion was stuck at the desk.

"One, I'm tired... I've never studied this much in my life."

"Good day, lady. This way, please."

Filinion, who received a cup of warm hot air from the smiling Klinola, filled with a nickel and a smile just one bite.

"Sweet and delicious...... thanks, Clinola"

Sweet black tea with honey has been my favorite since Filinion was little, but fine honey is expensive, so only when it's special does Klinola distract me from serving it.

The sweet scent and slight bitterness that tickles the nasal cavity soothes my tired head.

There, Kym called out, apparently finishing the grading.

"We have confirmed that the lord has successfully completed the portion prepared as an assignment. In accordance with our command, we welcome Master Filinion as a deputy with the same powers as the Lord's deputy."

Regards, and to Kym bowing his head, Philinion stood up in a hurry.

"Hey, wait a minute! I was just seconded to help run my territory, and I didn't hear about deputies and lord's deputies?!

"Really? So I just told you."

Salari flushes and filinion eats at Kym trying to keep talking.

"Are you kidding me? If it was such an important job, I would have prepared it better!

Besides, I fluttered and sat in a chair about how to represent a lord in such a dangerous area.

"It's always sudden things like work. We and others were quickly pawned as lords in education, practice and just a few days after falling into slavery"

I don't think that's bad, but Kym squeezed her mouth tight for a moment about talking about herself without a pattern and changed the subject by then.

"Anyway, in this territory now only Master Philinion has the status of nobility. It is also at the request of the Lord, so you will take it."

Filinion shook her head slowly as she stared straight at Kym with her grey eyes.

"I don't have a choice."

The risen filinion lifts her green hair.

"Filignon El Amazeroto will now be on a local deputy assignment.... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kym, Mr. Duergal."

Grabbing the right hand put out in turn, Kym remained as faceless as ever, and Duergal laughed sumptuously and greeted him with a greeting.

It was the same brokla of civilian slaves they had run into there.

"Mr. Kym, I have received a written plea for help from Pursan, who left Vichy anti-independent..."

Hearing Brokla's words and looking through the writing, Kym handed it to Philinion without straying.

"I'm working fast, Lords surrogate. Some of our divided enemies have sent us written letters that they don't care about."

My hands tremble reading Filinion's documents at the sudden problem that I've come across.

"Well, what do you want to do?

Still, Kym relentlessly pressed for a choice.

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The main task of the Focarol Army may be hunting for food. We not only hunt for our own troops, but also the ingredients used to feed our staff, and we work hard every day to make our meals extravagant on a small budget.

In fact, what I did directly with the enemy was about fighting an invasion from Vichy, which was basically a training day.

It was them who had also increased in numbers from recruiting and had been on an expedition to say it was the first real battle in a long time, but when I came all the way to the border, your head, one, two, three, stormed all you wanted, after the hyenas greeted the border guards and fished for the results.

There is still no replenishment of soldiers on the Horrant side, essentially along the border is a state of occupation by Orson Grande.

"I hear you're flashy again."

Alyssa, hearing from the border guard soldiers, can only laugh bitterly, as usual, one, two, three.

Nor could the soldiers who were explaining believe that such a child was the captain of the lead soldiers, but he was more polite than his own superiors after Alyssa's instructions showed that the soldiers moved acne and were more skilled than they were.

"Count Toono was crossed the border three days ago, completely annihilating enemy soldiers before leaving for King Holland Capital"

"Three days..."

Before we arrived in the capital, we thought the whole thing was over.

Since Mukale is not accompanied this time, he runs his thoughts appropriately according to an order from one, two, three saying, "Think for yourself and be proper”.

"Hmmm...... Shall we follow Mr. One, Two, Three anyway? I might be able to help you."

"Got it! You heard me, guys!

Responding, the voices of the successful men are echoed, and the guards are frightened.

"Let me rest here today and we'll leave tomorrow morning. Guards, I'd like to rent a place in the barracks..."

The guards nodded nothing more than to Alyssa, who made a request for an escalation, and to the territorial soldiers who came under silent pressure from behind it.

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The former Horrant soldiers, who were abused in the name of salvation on one, two, three and regained their self, were traveling the streets with Zorozolo on foot towards Focarol.

In addition to some of the Focarol soldiers, the escort had survivors of the Second Knights who would return to the King's Capital once.

Whatever, Vayer is one of them.

The journey is also on the second day. Without any particular problems, when the meal was eaten with plenty of demonic meat and grain loaded in the trolley that the Focarol soldiers would catch, the atmosphere was naturally relaxing and it was quick to get along.

"So you were a team from Wang Du."

"Yes, I was a soldier in the King's Capital, but I volunteered when I heard I could have a new army because I didn't have a family."

To listen slowly, Vayer takes the horse's hammer, walks and talks to the soldier.

The soldiers, who at first feared the knights would go out of their way to walk next door, were also starting to smile as they spoke to Alekore.

"At first I was anxious to hear that it was an emerging noble territory I had never heard of, but when I opened the lid, I was surprised that this was a lord who did well, who was equal to the people and treated them with ease, and who treated us soldiers in general normally,"

Instead, Vayer caught on to the spilled soldier, although the training was quite demanding and he was forced to do things that didn't make sense.

"Well, what doesn't make sense, for example?

"That's right..."

Listening to the soldier, Vayer was struck like he had been hit in the head.

They Focarol soldiers were trained to use three kinds of weapons: swords, spears and bows, assuming a variety of situations, including one-on-one, one-on-many, and mass warfare. In addition, the environment, such as speculators and in buildings, wilderness, throughout the city and in the woods, is also provided with various patterns, which they say will reverse movements in legions and small groups when and how they move.

Moreover, the unheard word "typology” popped up as to how to practice swords and spears, and when I asked the excitement, I found it to be a repeated training that patterned a series of movements dealing with weapons.

"I see..."

Knight training is primarily one-on-one competing for sword and spear skills, and training alone is common to the extent of even repeating bare gestures.

The same applies to soldiers, only to the extent that they remember to run or return with a hanging voice or signal.

Vayer was convinced that the training of the Focarol Army was not a step or two away from the armies of the King's Capital and other territories.

In retrospect, after the camp was ready for the evening, the Focarol soldiers were taking turns holding swords and moving something over and over again across the street. I guess that's the mould archery.

"One thing, I need a favor..."

To the words that were accidentally cut out, the soldier returned what with a smile, though surprising.

"Would you mind if I took part in your training?

Vayer thought that absorbing the Focarol army training methods here could make Orson Grande better.

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"Then this and this. And this. You guys should eat plenty. There's still a long way to go."

Encouraged by one, two, three, Origa ordered him followed by a soup and vegetable boil. Then the Focarol soldiers also ask for meat and bread.

The restaurant clerk listening to the order had a blue-faced, pulled smile on his face and walked early into the kitchen where no one else had any more guests.

After killing the soldiers, one, two, three, who had been walking straight into the city, happened to go into a restaurant that caught his eye and had lunch.

The noise has already spread all over the city, people are gone from the streets, and many shops and homes have closed the wooden doors tightly.

An unlucky restaurant that was rushing to account for escaping guests was stepped into one, two, three before closing.

I don't know what I would do if I refused, so the clerk and the cook are working hard to cook and serve anyway with the intention of filling them up quickly and getting them out.

"Oh, thank you for waiting"

The clerk arranged the dishes on the table one after the other, but one, two, three slapped his neck.

"... any less?

Dishes are the same size as other countries, but the amount they serve is obviously small.

"Forgive me any more. Even when it comes to rations for restaurants, there are limits…"

Scared, one, two, three found the part that caught on to what was explained by squeezing the utmost courage.

"Distribution? In this city, they don't buy ingredients, they distribute them."

In the meantime, he threw the dish in front of him in his mouth, swallowed it and then whined that it didn't taste bad.

"That's how the whole country is decided. All supplies, such as groceries, are collected once in the aristocracy that holds the territory, from which they are distributed to every household."

Forcing a frightening clerk to sit at the table, one, two, three ask this question and you see the whole picture of a country called Holland.

Food and clothing are distributed, and houses are also loaned from nobles rather than personal belongings, he said. And they say a significant portion of the amount earned by individuals will be taken as taxes in the name of living expenses.

"You don't seem to worry about not being able to eat, but trying doesn't seem to make sense"

Origa, who was in a position with a clear risk and return of being an adventurer, had the feeling that she was a little incomprehensible. There is no Adventurer's Guild in Holland, and exterminating demons seems to be the only soldiers in nobility.

"That said, the cost of security is also included in the tax..."

I never speak ill, but my emotions of being in trouble are not hidden.

"Huh. Then leave the ingredients with the money."

Unexpectedly, one, two, and three stood up, dothadly piling appropriate ingredients from the dark magic storage onto an empty table.

There is an amount that can be cooked lightly for dozens of people.

"Ko, this is..."

Slap the stunning clerk on the shoulder, and one, two, three laugh nicely.

"Blah, it's not enough. I'll make extra ingredients, so make more. It doesn't taste bad."

"Wow, I get it!

Hurry to summon the cook and transport the ingredients to the kitchen in awe of the two of us.

The cuisine, which was not long carried additionally, was satisfactory in both quantity and flavour.

"Different countries change flavoring, but you ate quite a bit."

"Yeah, it was delicious"

To the words of one, two, three, now the clerk bowed his head with a heartfelt smile. Next door, some cooks came out of the kitchen to thank the ingredients.

"In the meantime, is this enough?

The clerk exclaimed to one, two, three, who gave him a few gold coins, that he even got the ingredients and couldn't accept this.

"Besides, Orson Grande gold coins cannot be used in this country..."

One, two, three laughed at the clerk who said sorry.

"Then you can put it somewhere for a while and hide it. Soon this country will be gone, so no one will care about the different shapes of gold coins or anything boring like that."

"Huh?

The clerk, who unexpectedly had a strange voice in the sudden exile prophecy, stunned off the backs of one, two, three of them who had just left.

When I look at the cook, he looks at this one too.

"Did he just say this country would be gone?

"Oh, I did say"

The story the city people were saying was with a vicious intruder who killed all the guards in this city, but the impression had changed 180 degrees in the exchange just now.

But the last dialogue was entirely that of the invaders.

To the confused clerk, the cook bashed him on the back and called out.

"I can't help thinking about it. than that."

Point to the ingredients that one, two, three have left behind additionally.

"Let's close the store today and have a hungry meal for the first time in a long time"

"... oh yeah"

It has been a pleasant meal since when, both of us suggesting a cooking method, with some good meats and fresh vegetables.