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The Duke of Tristane was a citadel built on a cliff in the mountains. The foundations and walls of the castle were carved from the entire rock. Four pagodas were located all over the wall, and the spires and watchtower were raised inside them. Among them, the tower, which is so high in nature as if looking down, was magnificent.

'Natural fortifications, of course. A thousand years ago, they stopped the Monsters.Donnie... there's a legend like that' You're using magic to build that height with medieval technology, aren't you?’

Looking up from below the winding path, which is a single row, there was only a sheer rock wall, but when I crossed the Dogaegyo Bridge, which was bordered by a moat in the back of the castle, I saw a different view.

Inside the outer wall, there was a spacious vacant lot crowded with people in the middle of the square building.

Unlike the majestic legend, the fortress walls in the mountains were bright. From the entrance to the main fortress, expensive paving stones were laid, and the 1,000-year-old building was well maintained.

The atmosphere was only generous in nature, and other buildings in the shape of a square had smooth windows pierced, as if they had been extended to posterity.

Not only the knights wearing the Ma Kwang-seok sword, but also the servants and servants were lively. His clothes were clean and he looked nutritious.

If the lord had all the ownership of the land, I heard that the lives of the local people were different depending on the behavior of the lord.

The climate is bleak, but there's money coming in. The Duke of Tristane must be a good ruler.’

As soon as the carriage stopped, Mietzs disappeared into the castle with mercenaries guided by soldiers.

The owner of the rented carriage put the children down and rolled up his sleeves among the villagers.

Arthur and Isiel quickly tried to help together, but they whisked away, saying that the chariot man with his magnificent forearm would get hurt.

Each of the two boys and four girls stood in the corner of the vacant lot of the fortress, carrying their own bags.

asked Rachel, who laid down her luxurious leather suitcase and sat comfortably on it.

So what do we do now?

After Isiel, the leader of the group, took the documents out of his bag, he enhanced his eyesight and looked around. But I couldn't find the person I was aiming for.

"Our lab director should come out... I called the castle in advance, but I can't see it.”

"Who's in charge?"

I heard you were the deputy head of the Tristane Knights. The Duke of Tristane is in a state of vise, and Confucius is in the capital city to protect the prince."

"That's why you can see him everywhere."

Chell, who is generous, tried to ask anyone, but he had no time to talk to those who were rushing to move a huge amount of groceries and daily necessities.

By the time the bags were roughly organized, a large middle-aged man in a knight's uniform strode up from the main gate.

After that, there was a tall knight with a hair like a lion's mane, and a small knight with a bow.

The middle-aged man, who had a big cut on his cheek, had big eyes and strong shoulders. Under the shoulder of a wide bayonet, I could see muscles wriggling as if to burst the knight's uniform. It was like a mountain moving.

"Mr. Rothan!"

"Long time no see. I didn't think you'd be here because I was on my way to catch the beast."

"I had to come back because I had to do some chores above. Why don't you take a look at our situation because the South Koreans are in a hurry."

"You're always going through a lot of trouble. Mountain animals are not enough, so what are you talking about?"

"We're killing the people we see, but we have to be careful for now. You've all done a great job transporting all this stuff here! When you go to the restaurant, we've prepared lunch, so eat well later and get together and go down. Trude, Lysa! Go straight to the low-lying line after accompanying the villagers on their way back."

"Okay, sir."

"Yes!"

"Thank you!"

"Oh, thank you."

A man called Rothan was warmly welcomed by the people who were one head smaller than him.

That's Rotan Teppito.

He was Lord Rotan, vice-president of the Tristane Knights and a six-level knight.

As soon as he found Arthur's companions and heard the greeting that Isiel gave him, he said, "This is the sound."

"Oh, my God, I'm going crazy. Kid, girl, what's this? on the weak side of the fence where it seems impossible to stand when the wind blows You want me to take care of the kids in this emergency? Are the South guys out of their minds?"

Arthur and Rachel whistled, and the twins let the sound of Rothan go through their ears.

Isiel also repeated the first words without even touching his eyebrows.

"I'm Isiel Kishion, a freshman at the Royal College of Capital Defense, the leader of the group. Please receive the document from dean Jebedi. Please take good care of me."

"Oh! This!"

The hot-tempered man shook his fist for nothing and snatched the envelope from Isiel's still calm hand.

It contained documents and letters of recommendation with the names and personal information of the children, who did not even open the envelope.

That was a loss to Isiel in a war of nerves. Clayo turned his head away and hid his laughter.

'No man in the rough north would welcome the white-faced children from the capital. Well, it's easier to deal with a man who is so openly angry than a man who ignores him in a lewd manner."

I wanted to tell you how to respond to the beast phyton, but it seemed difficult for me to deliver my words for the time being.

Clayo was not a righteous personality enough to force a person to hold on to someone who had no intention of listening.

A prophet who foretells an ominous future in every town is persecuted. What are you trying to do with it?

"That's my uniform. What can I do?’

Rothan took the children to the top of the three-story building behind him with a harsh footsteps.

The accommodation assigned to the children was a small room just below the roof.

"Let boys use the room on the left and girls on the right. The bathroom and bathroom are on the bottom floor. You should also clean up and organize your bedding. You'll never get a score if your servants goof around trying to help you!"

"Nay, then. Don't worry!”

Arthur groaned in front of Rotan.

"I don't have much luggage, so I'm free from now on, what should I do? They all look busy!"

"What's your name?"

"This is Arthur!"

With both hands on his waist, Sun Rotan looked at Arthur with fierce eyes.

A boy with messy hair and a sloppy shave because of a hangover, so his chin is dirty, and his fur is old.

A prince of the kingdom, a knight of level five, or a person who presides over the security of this world... The same thing, of course, won't be seen.

"Huh, since you went to that school, you must have been stiff-necked about wielding a sword. A child like you won't be able to pull out a knife in the north, so don't try to run away. "Fill in the pit of the training ground."

Clayo's eyes turned out of the window. When I turned on "Tardiness", I noticed the condition of the training ground over the poise lined with wagons.

There was no time to clean up after the training, so many places were dug up like pits, and the dug-out sand was frozen with snow.

It would take quite a lot to fill that up.

"I expected it to be big, but the ones who fly with the sword come all the way here and shove it.’

If there were Tasserton Tristane, the response would have been better, but it seemed impossible for me to make sense.

"If the kids were 20 years old, they would have looked less shallow. But the process of the manuscript got faster. Phew.'

To be honest, Clayo was more involved in Rotan's feelings than in children.

an engineer of change from commoner background The superior has left his post, and the responsibility is heavy. If an emergency occurs and goes wrong, not only you but also Young Ji-min's life will be in danger.

Middle school and high school students are sent to workplaces where people's lives are at stake. But they are gold spoons, so there should never be a problem.

Just thinking about it, it was a working environment where low blood pressure would be better. In the meantime, what's the use of kids being geniuses and gifted children?

"He's a bit grumpy, but he's a common-sense man.’

Of course, he will definitely appreciate it later, too.

a land of particular high-handedly

The number of deaths to be woken up in Tristane is not a total of 40 knights and 100 soldiers, so they must have recruited mercenaries.

Deep, deep.

Isiel and Arthur were good at shoveling.

Repeatedly, the weather was so cold and the snow froze and melted, the piles of dirt at the training ground were as hard as a whetstone, and the two gently pushed the ether into the shovel to relieve their trouble.

The posture was so sharp that it looked like a craftsman who had been shoveling all his life. When Clayo was amazed, Arthur was exuberanthusiastic.

"It's a common snowfall, and there's a landslide every few years that grows on land, and I close my eyes to shoveling."

"Dear Arthur, it's dangerous if you don't look ahead. Be careful."

As much as the ether was put on a shovel, if you took the wrong foot, your toes might be cut off.

Clayo was also very embarrassed when he wrapped the ether in a shovel as if he was familiar with the mature and calm Isiel.

In the case of twins and cello, Saab is said to have been caught for the first time in his life. However, as the candidates for the excellent article, they were choosing the soil of their respective areas in less than 15 minutes.

Of course Clay didn't shove.

Of course I know how to do it, but I didn't say I knew how to do it.

In the first place, Rachel took a shovel from the warehouse and brought only five bags. The children seemed to have reached an agreement that they would not be able to play a shovel to Clayo without consulting him.

"What if you get a back injury, blister on your hand, or even collapse while doing something like that? Ray, you're supposed to be fine, and if it's your lifetime, you're gonna treat us."

There was also a basis for that.

What's the point of going out when the bright kids are working hard?

Clayo sat on a bench at the entrance to the accommodation, wearing furry sheepskin gloves, warm boots and a cape coat that was not covered with dirt, but was not suitable for working.

Not only did he wait, but he also explained about the death of Phyton, who might appear soon.

"Before I got here, Mr. Mietz and I stayed up all night drinking. I heard that there was a tradition that we couldn't catch Phyton, who came out of this land a thousand years ago."

"Really, Clayo?"

"I'm telling you. I'm not drunk and misheard you."

Quick.

Arthur, who had frozen eyes and a pile of clumped dirt, kicked his tongue.

"Ha, that guy. That's right. Why would you come here for money?

"You've got a plan, too. You got here.”

Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

"If you think your teacher's going to make a big hit, I'll give you a tip, do you think I'm going to be the only one on the patrol?"

"When you hear about the beast, Arthur must be worried that he'll jump into the mountains to catch it."

"Oh, I owe you a favor to shove in this safe citadel.”

Clayo shook his head.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't know if Mr. Mietzs mind will work. I've read about that beast somewhere, it's a black, big winged snake. It flies from the sky."

The five children looked at the sky with a shovel in their hands. There was not a bird in the gray dark clouded sky.

"This citadel seems impregnable to intruders from the ground, but it's useless to a man from heaven."

"Yeah, so listen up. The weak point of the monster is the heart of the right chest. There's no knife in the scale, but you put the ether in a gap in the scale, and in that state....”

Clayo, who became a little dim-eyed while turning the scroll of "Memories," explained the Masu Pitton described in the manuscript, with his eyes floating in the vague air.

They just look like they're looking at scrolls, but they think. At times like this, Clay feels as if he's talking about a prophecy.

It was an illusion that Clayo would jump if he heard it, but what can he do? Children who have known each other for a long time shared similar feelings even if they didn't have to materialize in language.

At the end of his speech, Clay stopped shoveling and was puzzled by the strange, solemn atmosphere flowing among the standing children.

"Did you all hear it right? Explain it one more time?"

A beat later, Rippy and Leticia answered.

"No, I get it. Phyton was screaming, so I couldn't help but notice when I approached."

"Because the blade doesn't go right into the scales, we work in groups of two to catch it."

"Yeah, listen up. Why do you look so fierce?"

"No, I was just wondering what kind of book the story of the beast came out in so much detail."

Which book, it's not actually a book, it's a manuscript.

Of course Lippi didn't ask such questions to suspect or attack, but Clayo was stabbed inwardly as if the thief had done it.