When I reincarnated I was a soldier?! ~A man called the Red Shinigami~

When Patrick returns to territory quickly, he moves out.

Breweries, distilleries and storerooms of liquor.

There's a lead guard on everything, but he's a little far away. There's men watching.

There is no problem outside the premises, but it was well over the fence, so there is a problem.

Get close behind your back and hit your flank as much as you want.

Give me a kick in the belly of a man who wants to squat and suffer, lie on his back, then drop his knee on his face.

Mostly this will make me lose my temper and honestly rope.

Hand it over to the leader, pack it in the cabin, and deal with the next.

On the day of his return to the king's capital, the chamber was packed with 137 intermediaries.

Of course, it's all been interrogated by Patrick.

The face of the interrogated man is slightly obnoxious.

Didn't the meal go through your throat or are you simply frightened of Patrick?

Patrick takes the packed gangsters to the King's Capital in a cargo wagon with escorts from the Legion.

A little in front of Wang Du, Patrick stopped the line, tied each one with a rope, and connected it with a rope.

Patrick's a horse in the lead, and he's caught in the lead behind it, you guys.

Upon arrival in front of the gateway to the Wang capital, the gatekeeper in charge of security today, in front of Patrick, salutes.

"Commander Patrick, who are these people?

And, when asked,

"The rats that were in our realm, they wanted the owners to take them."

And I answered with a cold smile.

The soldier who saw that face almost lost his hips unexpectedly, but managed to endure.

"Reaper smile, scary"

And I whispered,

"I hear you, Captain Jayjay of the three armies. Looking forward to your next training!

And Patrick told me.

"No! Please forgive me! Please!

to Sergeant Jayjay, who sits down and apologizes,

"Come on."

So, Patrick leaves through the gate.

"I could be dead. Do you even remember my name?"

Sighing with a bright blue face, Sergeant Jayjay looked, giving up.

One line walks the boulevard. Slowly to show off.

The civilians see what it is.

In it, perhaps some intermediate, finds the face of his companion, he changes his blood phase and runs out somewhere.

The line headed for the aristocratic quarter, commonly known as the aristocratic quarter, lined with noble mansions.