Chapter 332

EP.332

One month later, the Allied border post in Milan.

Antonio and Gerald were chatting while watching the front lines.

“Why the fuck are we sleeping so well that we have to wake up at dawn and stand guard outside in a daze with the window in hand? “Honestly, shouldn’t those damn mercenaries stand in our place?”

“I admit that. In war, unless we cut down every part of the enemy, we are practically slaves who are served for free. Even if they are low-level mercenaries, they receive 1 gold per month. “I was so jealous that my stomach hurt.”

“But, they are bastards who have to pay for everything, including food and equipment, with their own money. What you actually hold in your hand is probably around 4 silver?”

“4 Silver is not the name of anyone’s dog, and that money is equivalent to two months’ salary.”

While they were chatting, Lieutenant Colonel Hermit and others from Division 5 approached the guard post.

They were wearing different types of armor rather than the imperial army’s distinctive black uniforms or uniform armor.

Some of them even wore extravagant clothes than were typical of mercenaries, so from the outside they looked like a mercenary unit wandering around late at night.

Instead of blowing whistles to signal alert, the two guards pointed their spears and shouted.

“Stop stop. cheese!”

Lieutenant Colonel Hermit answered with a nonchalant expression because he already knew today’s written language and answer words through a spy who entered the Allied Forces of Milan.

“octopus.”

“Confirmed. “Where do you belong?”

“I am Rfsky, the leader of the Blackbeard mercenaries. I just completed a night reconnaissance mission and am now about to return. “Open the door.”

The militia and the mercenary corps did not have the authority to give orders to each other, but the mercenary corps leader was, if we were to be specific, a higher-ranking person than a company commander.

He, who had been cursing the mercenaries just now, also responded with his military spirit up.

“I have confirmed your loyalty. “Thank you for your hard work.”

“Yes, it’s been a lot of hard work.”

From the moment Lieutenant Colonel Hermit infiltrated disguised as the leader of the Blackbeard mercenaries, he acted comfortably as if he had been a member of the Milan Allied Forces even before the war began.

Since wages as mercenaries are paid only after the war is over, they behaved naturally, providing food and drink with their own money and even using prostitutes run by war merchants.

While he was infiltrated, spies and assassins sent by the Venetian Alliance were often caught and executed in the military camp square.

The Blackbeard mercenaries were able to carry out infiltration missions from within without ever being suspected.

Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Hermit and Division 5 were capable, but it would have been difficult if an incompetent man named Giuseppe had not messed with mercenary management.

Because the system was so messed up, as soon as I presented an appropriate gift and an alibi to the person in charge, they made me a mercenary badge saying I belonged here.

“I don’t know who it is, but let’s see if it doesn’t get any money.”

Sergeant Dalton tied the limbs of a man who looked like a spy at first glance and stuck a needle between his claws.

Because he was wearing a gag, he couldn’t scream, but the desperate sounds that came out through it only gave an idea of how severe the pain was.

“Eup eup! town!”

Hermit stretched out all 10 of his fingers, and as a result, the suspicious guy suffered a disaster where needles got stuck in all 10 of his toenails.

Because of the pain, the movements that had been struggling until now disappeared, and the only sound coming out of the gag was the sound of heavy breathing.

Normally, most spies would open their mouths at this level, but civilians would urinate at the mere thought of having a needle stuck between their toenails.

Lieutenant Colonel Hermit, who knew this well, smiled and said, thinking that he had raised one thing.

“Take off your clothes and search through them. “Seeing that this guy doesn’t show any signs of anger after doing this, he seems like he has some class.”

As he began to search, a secret letter was soon discovered inside his clothes.

“It’s a secret letter. Also, looking at the seal on his sword, it doesn’t seem like he’s from the Veneta Alliance. “He seems to be a noble from the Duchy of Philorence.”

“Huh, then didn’t we catch a live person? Moreover, if your Majesty’s wife’s family is a noble from the principality, it wouldn’t be surprising if all 5 sections were beheaded.”

If he had killed the good nobleman Philolence as he said, everyone’s heads could have been blown off, but Lieutenant Colonel Hermit shook his head and denied it.

“Philolence and Milania have maintained an alliance for over hundreds of years. If we had had an honest conversation, we would have been escorted out by other knights. If you’ve done this, you’re ready to talk, so remove the gag. “Let’s get some information from him before we check through secret messages.”

Once the gag was removed, the colonel proceeded to ask the man simple questions, starting with his name and finding out why he had come.

The nobleman’s role was to hand over Regent Philolence’s secret letter to Giuseppe and receive a response to it.

After opening the secret letter, Colonel Hermit and those belonging to Division 5 could not contain their astonishment.

Fortunately, thanks to constant training, I didn’t do anything crazy like make a loud noise in a situation where I would have died if I was caught in enemy territory.

Sergeant Dalton, who made the biggest achievement this time, spoke on behalf of everyone.

“Isn’t the bastard named Regent truly a bastard?”

“......I admit it.”

And they immediately returned to Captain Peter Yeager with a secret letter.

As a side note, on this day, Captain Jaeger was so dumbfounded that he grabbed the back of his neck and was advised by Charlotte to take a day of recuperation.

Because the commander was not in good health, the march was halted for a while, and since the victory was won, there was no proper celebration...

All the soldiers had fun and had fun all day, but Captain Jaeger suffered mysterious back pain the next day. Unable to ride, they had to march on foot.

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