After Layla left, Almark once again turned his attention to the "Guardian of the Stars".
As usual, there are no signs of people on deck.
Shall we go back out?
When Almark thought so.
What can I do for our ship?
That's what they called me from behind.
Turning around, an old man almost walked over.
"Ah... are you from this ship"
To Almark's words, the man, more of a merchant than a sailor, snorts at eagles.
"It's my ship. And you?"
Almark carefully named his name, but his eyes were directed at another man who refrained behind men's backs.
This man, with his long, polished atmosphere, was the sailor he saw when he came to port with Wendy in the morning.
To an old man named Coster, Almark explains that a large ship was rare because he was from the North.
"Are you from the North?"
Coster turned his eyes round and said so, looking back at the man who would refrain behind him.
"Wilvis, this kid's out north."
The man called Wilbis looks down at Almark.
"Out north? North where?"
Almark answers the blurry question, Kingdom of Arneti.
"Arnetti? I'm Philan."
Wilbis has offered his right hand, citing the name of a country where Almark has also once stayed.
"I didn't expect you to meet people from the North here."
Almark also reaches out his right hand and holds that hand.
It was a tough, hard hand. Compared to this hand, Wendy's hand held in the morning was like a feather.
"Whoa, this is..."
That's what Wilbis laughed at.
"Boy, you've been holding your sword a long time."
"Eh."
Almark looks up at Wilbis unexpectedly.
"I was a mercenary. That's all you need to know when you hold hands."
For the first time since that was said, Almark remembered that his hands, like Wilbis's, had become hard and degenerate.
With this hand, I held Wendy's hand.
Almark regretted it.
What did Wendy think?
"Kids are mercenary kids, too."
Almark, who was upset, but shakes his head hard at Wilbis' inquiry.
"No, I'm the blacksmith's son."
"Right. He's got stiff hands."
Wilbis convinced me on his own.
"Wilvis used to be a mercenary in the North White Phosphorus Mercenary Corps."
Coster pinches his mouth.
"Now he's retired, and he's my escort. The journey is a lot of noise."
"Really?"
Almark nods.
White phosphorus mercenaries.
I've heard of it. It's one of the famous mercenaries.
"Are you going north in business?"
"No. That's not going north."
Coster shakes his head.
"It's all the way around Nakahara by boat. If we get close to the Menover Strait, we won't have enough ships."
"Really?"
I guess I found that there was a common and disappointing look on Almark's face. The costar
"I also do business with people who do business in the north. There's a lot of information coming in from the north."
He added.
"I'm only that age. Guess there's something you want to know.
Wilbis laughs and snorts at Coster's words.
"The people of the North are not that interested in ships. I look like a sailor, but I'm still not used to my job."
"Excuse me."
Exactly, lies that are clear to northern humans don't work.
Almark honestly decided to serve the purpose of returning to port.
"If you knew, could you tell me? Now the Bastian kingdom."
After he travels, Almark gives the name of the country to which the Fathers Black Wolf Cavalry turned.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Bastia."
Coster glanced at Wilbis.
"Looks like you've been through a lot."
"Oh, even three years before I was a mercenary, it was a battlefield with five fingers."
That's what Wilbis says and nods.
"I've been desolate... but I've heard the battle has subsided a lot."
To Coster's words, Wilbis makes an ideological face.
"Speaking of which, last time I went north of the Middle Plains, I heard you say that most mercenaries moved from Bastia to Bastia because there was no more fighting."
"When was this?"
About three months ago.
Three months ago. So the Black Wolf Cavalry isn't in Bastia anymore?
"Do you even live in Bastia with the boy's family?"
"No. I heard you headed to Bastia, but I'm a travel blacksmith, so I don't know where you are anymore..."
"Right."
Wilbis doesn't seem to have any particular doubts about Almark's words.
"Speaking of Bastia,"
Say it like Coster remembered.
"Look, Wilbis. You heard a funny story."
"Oh."
Wilvis nods at me like it's not even funny.
"Boy, there's a whole lot of plains south of Bastia called the Mavilio Plains. There was a big battle where a bunch of knights and mercenaries came together."
Is Wilbis interested in talking about this after he says that much? And he asks.
Yes, and when Almark nods, Coster laughs, and then he laughs at the fact that all the boys are interested in talking about the battle.
Then tell me, and Wilbis will tell you.
"At the end of the battle, one mercenary jumped from the side where the defeat thickened. I thought," How dare he take the General's neck as it is, poking just one horse through the middle of the enemy's army? "So at once, the situation is reversed. There's so much to talk about because Bastia's trend has been set in that battle."
"Mercenaries, alone."
To Almark's words, Wilbis nods.
"If you run the Mavillio on one horse, anyone in the north knows that now. It was the Black Wolf Cavalry's Shadow Fang Raise.
My father is about to put it in his mouth.
"The other side had the Hammer Mercenaries, the Gates of the Underworld and the Garrett Heavy Mercenaries. I slammed through it with dignity. It's him, Shadow Fang."
Wilbis says so and shakes his head.
Dad did.
Mavillio's solo ride.
Almark pushes and kills excitement and asks under the guise of being as casual as possible.
"Where is the Black Wolf Cavalry now?"
"Come on."
Wilbis twisted his neck.
"They only show their faces in fierce battlefields. Knoll, Kelmer, or somewhere around here."
Both of Wilbis' names are known as fierce battlefields alongside Bastia.
Almark's heart shakes.
"Mavillio's solo run... but I'm sure you weren't unharmed"
"Well, I guess so."
Wilbis nods.
"The shadow fangs" were all wounded in the end, too. You're still fighting as a mercenary because you don't hear he's dead. "
Father.
Almark is going to close his eyes unexpectedly.
"But in that battle, I hear the Black Wolf Cavalry's name has blown all over the North."
To the word Almark arouses feelings.
Let's hear what we can hear now.
"So now the strongest mercenary regiment is the Black Wolf Cavalry?"
"No."
Wilbis shook his head clearly this time.
"The Black Wolf Cavalry Corps is strong, but they don't have much strength. Fire Dragon Mercenaries if you have a lot of troops. If it's the strength of the ace, it's the gates of the underworld or the Ferocious Tiger Mercenaries. If it's the strength of local warfare, it's the Zere Interception Mercenaries or the Rapid Thunder Mercenaries."
Even the names of the mercenaries emerge from Wilbis' mouth.
Even though he's retired, this is still the case with all the mercenaries in the north.
And all the names were familiar to Almark.
"But whatever you say, the strongest one right now"
But Almark didn't know the name of the next mercenary regiment that came out of Wilbis' mouth.
"Definitely, the Snakebone Mercenaries."