Summoned Slaughterer

The population of Focarol has tripled in fruit before the change of lord. There was an overall balance between the fact that refugees and immigrants would climb to a considerable number, but that a system of management of the inhabitants was in place at an early stage, and the fact that there were also a significant number of types of inhabitants who came from outside for study and dropped their money to go.

As far as commercial relations are concerned, they have grown remarkably in terms of production and sales, even when compared to domestic as well as foreign.

Under the direction of 123, commerce is organized on a permit basis, switching to a tax system by means of declarations, and the use of trolleys to distribute the city and the city within the territory, with the Lords taking full ownership, contributes considerably to the territorial operation, even if the sales from it alone.

In industry, this was the first time in the world that standards were harmonized, and the “screws” that 123 had invented made a huge difference in woodworking and ironwork. Until then, irreversible fixation by welding or nails was common, because of the advent of screws and the explosive spread of standardized industrial products, those who were quick to care said, "Focarol makes all the standards for industrial products" and so on.

It is noted not only in terms of knowledge, but also in its military part from each territory, where more money stays to participate in troop-by-unit training and consequently falls into the city.

When attention is focused on focarol, the population grows. As a result, officials and the civilian slaves that bind them were once again busy.

"Gigigi......"

Eating up his teeth and cleaning up his paperwork with a generous look is Mukhale, one of the civilian slaves in charge of military affairs.

In his executive space for civilian slaves, Mukale was not even trying to hide his displeasure, but making noises with Bassa Bassa and judging the paperwork. There were also Duergal and Palu indoors, but they all work silently.

"Um..."

"What?!

To the fearful voiced Duergal, Mukale turns his gaze to throw.

"Don't stare so hard... The lord said," Acceptance of retired soldiers. "I'm ready for the ironwork thing."

"Yes, I'll notify the retired soldiers and introduce them to the Industrial Alliance."

"Oh, please"

When he was done running errands, Duergal left to "report back to the guild" and flee.

"Excuse me."

One official, who came in to replace him, gave a glimpse of Mukale's expression for a moment and headed to Palu's desk early.

Palu, who raised his face, has half closed his purple eyes as if he were asleep, but since it is usual, the staff does not particularly care and gives him the documents in his hand.

"Mr. Palu, I've been contacted by Wang Du."

"Thank you. I'll make sure."

When the official leaves, Palu glances over the documents he is given. Having been completely paperwork in the creation and processing of the household registry, she is also quick to read the paperwork. Grasp the contents of a single document in seconds of the. Not as good as Kym, but highly capable of processing documents among officials in the realm.

"... Mr. Mukale. As soon as the crowning ceremony of the King's Capital is over, Secretary of State Alyssa will return."

To the words of Palu, which were preached without preconditions, Mukale rose in the momentum of knocking down the chair.

"Really!?

"Unless this document is fake. I'm pretty sure there's a lord's usual illegible signature."

"Then you'll be fine! Welcome home. You need a party!

Palu decided to think this was already a disease to Mukale, who had the perfect sloppy face with the word Niyaniya rather than Nico, whether the store was good over there or to book at the hotel as well. He said it was incurable.

"The lord can come home, too. Plus, I'm bringing back a few soldiers I left with Vichy so I can get them ready for training. I'll hold the lodging, but only Mr. Mukale can get into the training, please."

"Leave it to me! There shouldn't be much time, should there? When was the crowning ceremony?

"Today."

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Viscount Leonard's move to make contact with Rosie and make a connection with Vichy was outrageous for the Kingsguard Knights watching the castle.

The day before yesterday, when Leonard first had a forum for discussion with Vichy's entourage, he said, "There are other aristocrats who wish to enter into friendship with your country," and before the crowning ceremony, other aristocrats wanted to talk to each other, and Rosie agreed to it, so she had to swim to make it all over the grid.

And today, similarly yesterday, talks began in the waiting room for the envoys from Vichy.

The nobles in turn gave a polite greeting to Rosie, an attitude that the nobles went out of their way.

By contrast, Rosie seemed intent on being sufficiently vigilant, but the captain of the entourage, who was looking at them a little further away, was calmly discerning that results needed to be achieved here and it was obvious that he was in a hurry.

The Orthon Grande aristocrats ignored it with few words, and that was convenient for the entourage. Because no one cared if I sneaked out of position and stood blocking the entrance and exit of the room.

I was secretly watching, only Vayer was paying attention to the move.

"Now, as soon as possible, let's talk about shaping our friendship."

Discussion proceeds in the form of Leonard taking the phonetic head.

"We hope that you will be the recipient of the products that will be distributed to Orson Grande as a country."

To Rosie's words, the nobles question their sincerity in a way that they do not immediately understand.

"In the future, restrictions may also apply to the entry of merchants from our country into your country, and goods from countries that were hostile will be less likely to sell. So I was hoping that someone would become a buyer once and become a seller within Orson Grande."

Rosie was deeply frustrated when she said so much and said it in her mouth, but she couldn't understand that she was not responding very well, without saying it in direct words.

"… of course, if you cooperate, we will wholesale the product at a cheap price, so you can be sure that you will be able to greatly secure your advantages when selling in your country"

"Oh, that's a great suggestion! I can help you, Lord Rossi, and I didn't know you could even offer me a profit!

"That's a really thoughtful story!

Having been explained so far and finally understanding the benefits, the aristocrats are looking at each other face to face and asking about the timing of their struggle for profit, whilst flattering Rosie with their mouths.

(Are these guys really nobles?

The captain of the entourage was heartbroken as he watched such an exchange. Speaking of nobles, I thought they were flower gardens with gold and power and talking about patriotism in vain, but I haven't even been able to hide my greed for a slim piece of skin.

The captain praised that Vichy's merchants were 100 times more capable of hiding their greed.

Distribute your sights and gently convey the signal to the rest of the entourage to decide on the operation. Some nod softly, and those who are outside the sight of the nobles have already put their hands on the pattern of the sword.

"Now let's talk about the volume and content of the transaction…"

Leonard embarked on himself with a niggling laugh. On the other side of Rossi in front of him, I see the captain of the entourage waving his sword up, and at the next moment there is a bloodbath on Leonard's face.

"Unfortunately, we're done here."

Rosie, who was zackled in the neck, died instantly. The captain stepped over that body, which fell from the chair, erected a bloody wet sword.

"Ki, you! Messengers from my own country..."

"Wow!

Even while Leonard tries to rebel, the other nobles, surprised by the bloodshed, try to escape first, head to the door as they roll, but there too stand the entourage with their swords.

"Hino..."

"Let them all die here. The discussion didn't go well, the exasperated Orson Grande nobleman hurt Rosie with a knife, and Rosie died even if we manage to fight back. You guys are dead, too. That's what I'm saying."

Towards Leonard, who was surprised and unable to say anything, the moment the sword was pointed, a hand sword flew from somewhere stabbed the captain's right arm, and the shock caused the sword to fly away from his hand.

"Ugh!? What the hell!

While confused by the unfamiliar pieces of metal that stabbed him in the arm, the knights avalanched from the hidden passage, quickly leaving the room in a state of brawl.

Weyer, who threw the backsword, leaped out in front of the captain with a clam sickle in his hand.

"It's the Orson Grande Kingsguard Knights. These people need us to handle it. You will also be detained for pulling out your swords in the castle. Grow up and I won't kill you."

"Stupid! That's not how they say they're gonna surrender!

The captain, who picked up the sword with his left hand as he shouted, was struck hard in the face by the copper division thrown by Vayer as he turned around.

Again he removed his sword and knocked him out with a sickle pattern where he was holding his face down and stunned him.

Several other crew members were wounded, but were successful in killing or capturing all accompanying personnel. With the knights in armor and the entourage of simple cloth clothes alone, it was hardly a battle.

"Yay, thanks..."

Sitting back out, in front of Leonard with a sigh of relief, Vayer stands.

"Are you from the Knights? Let's say thank you here."

"Something seems to be wrong."

Vayer is changing from clam to rope.

"You are also the subject of captivity. Let us keep you in prison until the new queen decides to punish you."

"Then, stupid! What sin..."

"You were just greatly looked at because you were harmless. If it's harmful, it's natural to get rid of it."

Having quickly tied Leonard up, Vayer, along with the other nobles, gave instructions to keep him in the cavalry-managed cell.

The bodies of the rolling Rossi are also quickly cleaned up by the Knights. In the meantime, Vayer was definitely concerned about his surroundings.

What's wrong, Lieutenant?

"No... this is the kind of place to fight, so I thought Uncle Toono could come out... well, the crowning ceremony starts soon. Leave the prominent spot to Captain Subnak and we will continue to monitor from the shadows"

Hearing Vayer's words, the knights headed to the placement early enough.

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An hour before the crowning ceremony.

It was from the Immelalia office that the case moved.

"Excuse me."

"You... you were definitely from the Knights. I think he was in charge of security outside the castle, was there anything?

Visiting the office was Barrzephon, of which the Knights belonged.

Imeralia felt something uncomfortable when she questioned the sudden visit of a knight who had barely met her face.

When he entered, Barrzefon, who looked around the room slightly, stood in front of Imeralia and offered his respectful thanks, but did not kneel and take his benefactor's thanks.

In an incredibly disrespectful manner, the ladies around them were surprised, and Barzephon uttered the word first as Imeraria tried to open her mouth to see if she should also watch out for boulders.

"My name is Barzevon, Your Highness. I was part of the Second Knights, but this time I became part of the integrated Knights. Her Royal Highness's forthcoming streets, the Kingsguard Knights guard the castle, and we are guarding outside the castle. … but"

With his powerful eyes, Barzephon looked directly into Imeraria's eyes.

"Why is someone from the Third Knights a Kingsguard captain? Aren't you a man of power who barely touches his sword and only sells his charm to Uncle Toono? The deputy captain is Vayer, but that is a foolish man who just does what he is commanded to do. Among the Second Cavaliers, I was never entrusted with an important task."

"... Apparently, you're unhappy with my HR. But your way will be disrespectful. I'm gonna miss this place, so get out of the room."

Barrzephon, cautioned, chuckled with his nose, hun.

"No. I'm the one who controls this place... No, we are. I ask Her Royal Highness to keep her company in this room. We're going to clean up a little bit of the castle, so let's spend the rest of our lives as puppet queens in the future."

"Say what..."

When Imeraria uttered her doubt, a knight who had inadvertently stood by her side pulled out her sword and attached it to Imeraria.

"!... you are!

Kicked and stared, the knight flickered slightly, but not the sword.

"He's from the same Second Knights as I am. It was hard to make a time for Sabnak and the former Knights to disappear. The nobles were only fools, and the people of Vichy were incompetent."

"You said Barzephone. What is your aim?"

This is the second time I've been able to poke my sword. I told myself at that time that there was nothing compared to the killing directed at one, two, three, and Imeraria asked calmly.

"Honor"

"What?"

"We knights are honored to fight our enemies squarely and win. It's not about taking a Kosovo peek out of the shadows like the Third Knight guys and recording conversations that can't even be equipped, or swinging unknown weapons like Vayer to please you. Speaking of the former, I went crazy after Her Royal Highness began to use that man heavily. Just undo it."

The other knights who were indoors also pulled out their swords and gathered the frightened samurai in one place.

"By now the rest of us will have finished Rotomago and Subnak. Once you have taken control of the former Third Knights, Your Royal Highness will make a grand declaration toward the people."

Imeralia looked at Barzephone, drunk to herself.

"The Knights will punish Vichy and Holland for banishing Uncle Toono from this country and waging a useless war, apart from compensation," he said.

"Can such a senseless battle preserve the honor and power of a knight?

When Imeralia asked, as she shrugged, Barzefon approached early enough and struck Imeralia in the cheek with a flat hand.

The knight with the sword was also surprised at this, but he was stared at and shut his mouth.

"Although it would be the responsibility of this country to meaninglessly reduce our Knights. This is also a condolence to the First and Second Knights who died in the battle against Holland. I don't condone insults."

With the pain in her cheek, Imeraria cared more about one, two, three things than the man in front of her. Multiplying this situation, the man doesn't know what to do.

Before the crowning ceremony, the knight's conspiracy began quietly.