When the Royal Army started fighting, in the shadow of a tent a little further from the enemy formation, there were four figures.
"I'm gonna kill one enemy for now, take my gear and get dressed, so I'm gonna go for a little while. Three of you wait here."
That's what Patrick said and walked out normally.
Patrick returns to the shadow of his tent when he normally holds one without a patrol soldier, sticks a knife in his neck and stops his breath root.
"All right, take this guy's gear off."
Patrick told me that when Mirko removed it, Patrick removed his leather armor.
The shape of the armor is slightly different from that of the Royal Army and the Leading Army.
Particularly different is the burn mark on the chest.
The Royal Army is inspired by the country's crest.
The Leading Army is a simplified burning mark of the lord's family crest on its territory.
The Imperial Army is the seal of the Empire.
Patrick changed his armor for once he was found.
Wearing Westin Army armor,
"Then I'm going. Wait at the dragon's place so we don't find the three of you."
Gently, Patrick out of the shadow of the tent.
I'm not going with some people, but nobody suspects Patrick.
No, I'm suspicious you might be able to recognize Patrick.
Is there anyone you know that is very shady?
Is there anyone on the spot who would be surprised if, for some reason, he spoke out, or if something that is supposed to be handed out to everyone was not handed out only to that person?
Someone who is unconscious to look at.
That's who you are, isn't it?
Well, Patrick is awesome with a ring to it.
"Is it here?
Patrick shrugged, anticipating the direction he had come from where the luggage carries food-like goods, with the tent there in front of him.
Once inside, there are quite a few barrels and bags.
Wheat and dried meat, like dried fruit.
Patrick wraps around a bag of wheat with the oil he brings in the barrel.
And the people of this world, to the matches that are the tools to light the fire (of course there are no lighters, the common people are the firestones, and those who can afford a little use the matches.) I lit the fire and threw it in a bag of oil stains.