"The King of the Snakes."
One of the sailors frowned.
"Why would a mercenary in the north have such a noisy nickname?"
Because it sounds stronger.
That's what another sailor says and laughs.
"Poor White Rabbit." “Black Wolf."
That's true.
"Well, whatever."
Wilbis said.
"The King of the Spear lost." Perhaps the King of the Snakes is now closest to the strongest mercenary in the North. "
"How did the Spear King lose?"
The red-faced sailor says.
"These guys are good riders, aren't they?"
"I don't know."
Wilbis shook his head.
"I heard that there are no people left to see."
"You're not staying? What are you talking about?"
"One of them is dead."
The flames of fire swayed and Wilvis' face suddenly sank into darkness.
"The Hinnis Battle Mercenaries are all dead in battle with the Snake Bones."
"Everyone"
The red-faced sailor took his eyes off.
"That's not peaceful."
Almark unexpectedly opened his eyes and looked at Wilvis' face.
As you can see, the Hinnis Battle Mercenaries deliberately put the word "battle" on their names, and they were proud of the high level of warfare that ensured a thorough battle.
He should have had a powerful ace as well as “Spear King” Hinhias, the leader of the regiment, who immediately shook his big spear and kicked his opponent's team.
It's all gone.
"So, even though I know that Hignus was attacked, I don't know how he was attacked."
Uh-huh
The red-faced sailor shrugged his shoulders in Wilbis' words.
"What a terrible barbaric place, the North. I'm glad there's a Menover Strait between Nakahara and me."
"Hey."
The sailor next to him clings to his side with his elbows.
"Ah"
The red-faced sailor also remembered that there were two northerners in front of him. I coughed up at random.
But Almark couldn't afford to worry about that.
"Then the mercenaries in the north must be making a lot of noise."
That said, Wilvis smiled thinly.
"The kid would know if he was from the north. What kind of action do they take when they're mercenaries?"
"Eh?"
For a moment, my reaction was delayed.
What are the mercenaries doing?
The sudden appearance of the “King of the Snakes” and his band of snake bone mercenaries, the absolute mighty.
After the defeat of the Spear King and the Hinnis Battle Mercenary regiment, which have been the hallmarks of the mighty so far, what reaction do the mercenaries in the north now show and what action do they intend to take?
"Don't you see? The boy's got a lot of air in the south."
Wilbis smiled gently.
"But that's not a bad thing."
Almark looked at Wilbis confused.
The mercenaries of the North are also waiting for the birth of a new mighty.
Wilbis said two.
"The mercenaries reacted in two parts. One is the thrill of crushing Snake King to make yourself king."
And the other thing, Wilvis smiles distorted.
"In the empty seat of the Spear King, who will sit next?"
Yes, it is.
Almark remembered.
Mercenaries were such a race.
Until recently, Almark lived with that kind of thinking circuit.
There's a really strong one.
Then I'll take him down.
The mighty one is dead.
Then I'll take that seat next.
Live or die.
It's a simple, arrow-like way of thinking.
"Even though it's winter, every mercenary regiment seems to be active right now."
Wilvis said.
"Of course, the Snake Bone Mercenaries and the Snake King are at the center of it."
Al Mark, far south, was shocked to hear the story.
It seems that the mercenaries in the North are not timid at all.
Nostalgic, playfulness and flirting.
Almark is a mercenary.
And I'm sure some of them are Dad and the Black Wolf Cavalry.
"But business with the North is getting harder and harder."
One of the sailors said.
The mercenary story ended there, and from there the subject moved on to business, which seemed to be the sailors of the merchant ships.
Almark had listened to those stories interestingly, but the sailors who crouched the world were the only ones left to talk about.
Eventually, I realized that it was too late.
That's right. I have to go home now.
Mr. Wilbis, it's time to go home.
Almark said.
"It was a lot of fun. Thank you very much."
"Ooh."
Wilbis looked up at the moon in the night sky as he had just noticed.
"You've been talking a long time. Did you know what you wanted to know?"
"Yes"
Almark nodded.
"It was as if I'd gone north."
That's an exaggeration.
Wilvis laughs.
"Next time, it might be spring."
"I look forward to it."
When Almark got away from the fire, he bowed his head to the sailors.
"Please give my regards to Mr. Costa. Please be careful."
"Oh, boy, be a good sorcerer."
"That's right. So sell us magic tools cheaply."
The sailors whispered and laughed.
"Yes"
Almark once again lowered his head and turned his back.
One of the sailors dropped off Almark's back.
"I knew you were a student at Nork Magic Academy. Good manners."
I see.
Wilbis nodded.
"I don't think it's the child of a mercenary in the North."
Huh?
Another sailor looks back.
"What?
"Nothing."
Wilbis shook his head and left the fire on fire.
"Come on, I'm going back to bed now."