Having finished a mild meal with Morgan, Almark, who parted in front of the store, set out for the harbor.
The sun had already fallen.
Walk on dark nightways with lights everywhere.
Almark followed the academy's rules of not using magic outside the academy, and did not use lamp magic either.
Arriving at the port, a fire was set on fire around the wharf, where sailors who had finished their work on the day were gathered to laugh.
Only after the sorcery festival, there are many docked ships.
Almark glanced at the hull illuminated by a fire lamp and looked for the Star Guardian.
This is different.
This is similar... but still different.
That's how I walked for a while, and this wasn't the same thing, when I was about to pass by a ship again.
Hey, kid.
Summoned by a familiar voice, Almark looked back.
"Mr. Wilbis."
Almark relieved himself and relaxed his expression.
Wilvis, a former mercenary, stood in a passing fire.
Starscream, has the hull changed slightly?
"Oh, no, not when I was here before."
Wilbis nodded.
It broke in the storm. It was a lot of renovation.
Was that so?
Almark nodded.
"I didn't know."
"Well, don't stand there. Come here."
Wilbis invites you.
There were other sailors on the fire, but they slightly sidelined and cleared Almark's spot.
"Oh, Wilvis. It's your hideout."
That's what one of the sailors would have said and laughed.
"Fuck you, that's not true."
Wilbis smiled calmly and said so, then slapped Almark on the shoulder.
He's from the North, just like me.
"Huh?"
The sailors saw Almark's face with interest.
"You're a student at Nork Magic Academy. I wonder if there were any children enrolled from the north."
"You look smart. It certainly doesn't look like Wilvis."
"But you made it in the first place, from north to here."
Wilvis raises his hand and controls what the sailors say.
"This guy's been working on his own all these years, far away from home, and sometimes he hears stories from the north and comes to see me and the captain. I don't know if you're healthy."
"Well, if I were here, I wouldn't be talking about the North. It's about the other world."
One of the sailors nodded with his arms together.
"Not to mention the harshness of tomorrow, not to mention the north of the Menover Strait. That would be interesting."
"The battle of the north."
Almark knew that wouldn't happen, but he couldn't help but ask.
Did it fit?
The sailors looked at the question.
It doesn't fit.
Wilbis responded on behalf of the Group.
"As always, there's a battle going on here and there. Mercenaries don't have to do their jobs."
Really?
Almark nodded.
That's what I knew.
Months after Wilbis and the others heard about the Black Wolf Cavalry. That is unlikely to change the situation in the north.
"Oh, but look. Balwig."
One of the sailors said.
"You said it was quiet."
Ah.
Wilbis nodded as he remembered.
That's right. You said there was no more war around Balwig. "
"Balwig"
Almark repeats the parrot repetition.
Balwig was an unfamiliar region that Almark had never visited. Indeed, I have heard that some small countries are struggling with upheaval.
"Look, I told you that before."
Wilvis said.
The Black Wolf Cavalry.
All of a sudden, Almark's heartbeat rose.
The Black Wolf Cavalry.
Almark dared to speak his name slowly so as not to disturb him.
"Mavirio's Monopoly”?
"Yes, the Black Wolf Cavalry."
Wilbis nodded.
"General Ingle of the Kingdom of Rose is out of stock. They took the Black Wolf Cavalry they hired, and they lost the Battle of the Balwig region in a series of victories."
Really? Serial wins?
Almark nodded.
Amazing.
But if there's no more war, the mercenaries will eat too.
Another sailor says.
"Did the Black Wolf Cavalry make you a knight of the Kingdom of Rose?"
"That kind of sweet talk doesn't roll up north."
Wilbis shook his head.
"If we don't have a fight, we just have to go somewhere. That's what mercenaries are like."
Hmm, the sailor nods.
"Cause and effect business. I can't win."
So the Black Wolf Cavalry.
Almark held his mouth shut.
"Where were you next?"
Well...
Wilvis twisted his neck.
It is still around Norn that a strong mercenary group is likely to gather.
I just add.
"Norn is too cold to fight in winter. If I go, I'll relay it somewhere before I do."
Really?
Almark nodded.
In the meantime, I found out that the Black Wolf Cavalry was still active.
In that case, I'm sure my father will be fine.
And then there's the mercenary group, yes.
Wilbis put his arms together.
The fire bursts into flames.
"I heard the names of some of the lost mercenaries."
That said, Wilbis named some of the mercenary groups.
There were names that Almark had heard of, and there were names that he didn't.
Perhaps everywhere, key players in the battle were beaten up or had no cash flow and were forced to disband.
And the Hinnis Battle Mercenaries.
Eh?
Almark reacted to Wilbis' last name.
"Hinnius Battle Mercenaries. That's for sure."
"Ah, the King of the Spear, the mercenary regiment Hinnius was commanding."
Almark certainly knew about it, a superb mercenary regiment.
I've never met him on the battlefield, but Hinyas the spear master, who takes the nickname of "King”, who has only been crowned by a few people in the north, was the leader of the regiment, and he must have been proud of the helpful results.
I didn't expect that name to emerge with other unknown mercenaries.
"Is it gone?“ Is the Spear King retired? "
"No."
Wilbis shook his head.
"Hinnius was slaughtered in battle."
No matter who you say, your throat is clogged.
One of the most powerful mercenaries in the name of the King was slain.
"The captain of the Snake Bone Mercenary Corps, the King of the Snakes."
The king of snakes.
Again.
A chill ran over Almark's back.
Just hearing that name makes me feel like my father is far away.
Almark had the illusion that his right fist was trembling at that moment.