58 58. 20. It sprouts in the winter. (1)

The prince quarrels with the eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit. The knights I was looking at got into trouble again. I couldn't help but hear the rangers and ordinary soldiers talking, and I was amazingly shocked.

“Oh, a little! I'm tired. Why are you sticking around like this? ”

Even though the prince shouted, the soldiers only waxed and laughed, and no one was reluctant to do either.

“Woo! He said he can't even eat a meal like that! ”

“You must be tired of catching some Orcs! ”

There was even a soldier who sent a yay.

“These things! Am I ridiculous! ”

When the unbearable prince shouted with a purple voice, Maximilian thought the soldiers would be beaten to death.

“What are you looking at me for? ”

I was angry.

“Ten times as many Orcs as there are! ”

But the reason was too different than expected.

As a Maximilian, I was embarrassed because I couldn't be ridiculous.

“Then take care of the 5 legions alone, and we'll be comfortable shooting bows on the walls! ”

Soldiers giggle.

“Mmm.”

Maximilian felt strange.

The royal family who gives and receives the distant farmland with the End Soldiers was unimaginable.

But it didn't look bad.

The eyes of the soldiers and knights were filled with reverence, while treating and seducing him with great kindness. “They only shoot arrows in the castle, so it's still very powerful, isn't it? Today you win the Battlefield Cleanup! ”

The first prince giggled and said, "The soldiers have once again begun to stir.

“You're not moving fast? ”

“Let's go, let's go! ”

But no one really defied him. The rangers and soldiers took the cart and went outside the gate.

The knights wandered around for a little while, looking for something to do.

Seeing the one prince left alone, Maximilian thought.

If the aristocrats of the royal family had seen the bloody end soldiers and the hippocampus, they would have said that they were not royal.

Half empathized, and half could not.

The appearance of the brother was certainly not royal. But that didn't even make me look vulgar.

“Your Majesty. ’’

I looked at my brother and I was locked in my thoughts, and the wire came to me.

I'm glad you're okay. I'm really impressed that you fought so bravely in the first battle.

Maximilian, who was facing them, felt a sense of disgrace.

A peculiar sensation that he had never felt before, he could quickly realize his identity.

Magnificence.

The admiration and favour that came to their faces was no different than praising the talent of a young child.

Maximilian naturally found out. The expression of those who were praising themselves in the royal family also showed that they were like them.

When I realized it, I felt ashamed.

Maximilian. Maximilian. You were so proud of your childish mockery.

It was never a blemish to be praised as magnificent by 15-year-olds and adults. However, the one-year-old brother was already recognized as a worthy man.

The difference was too great.

“Your Majesty?”

According to the voice of Herchim Kiringer, he woke up from the meditation. He hid his face and asked.

“Do you have anything else to say? ”

After finishing the work, I asked the wireworkers because they were hesitant.

“If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go down and say hello to His Royal Highness. ”

Their gaze was all alone under the wall, so the sun was clearing his throat. Maximilian said so.

Wires rush down the Ur Wall, shaking around the prince.

“Why are you next of kin all of a sudden! ”

I didn't really hate that look when I yelled. The wire lion giggles. It doesn't look so different from the Knights of Winter Castle.

“Did they volunteer to come here? ”

The mission is to take off the emblem of the proud wire and hide the name without even removing the iron armor. Nevertheless, they were the only ones who had volunteered to go to the north without being hard on their own.

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Maximilian seemed to know why they volunteered to the far north.

“Your Majesty.”

Erchim Kiringer said in a soft tone.

“Don't be impatient. ”

He turns his head. The smiling face of the Vice Knight Commander is there.

"I was just surprised."

I never imagined I would see such a sight before I came here.

The kingdom is peaceful, but there is a great war going on in the North, and the Orcs, who considered themselves petty monsters, built the kingdom. And there, Leonberger's bloodline was rooted and growing into the logs.

Who knew not only himself, but also which of them were in the royal family?

Everyone gathered their mouths and said that it was irreparable, and everyone avoided it because the existence itself was harmful. He was recognized in the North.

I have a question.

I don't understand why such a good man has turned his fives upside down and gone to such a wreck.

If I had done a tenth of them, the royal people wouldn't have ignored you. Perhaps His Majesty didn't hate his eldest son as he does now.

I didn't know why.

You can find the answer by watching, Maximilian's eyes deepen.

* *

It's good for war. It's good for fighting Orcs. It's good for everything. This pathetic body was a problem.

Mana was instantly exhausted, and his muscles were shattered, and there was no place where his whole body hurt.

I pretended to be strong in front of the soldiers, but the facts were limited.

I wanted to go to bed right away. But there's still work to be done.

I'm sorry.

I touched the mercenaries who were watching me from afar.

As if they had waited, they came to me and bowed their heads.

“Let's go somewhere quiet and talk. ”

“The barracks we're staying in are perfect. ”

He stood as the leader of the mercenaries. He nodded and followed them.

Soon after, a barracks of mercenaries appeared.

“Here you go.”

The mercenary commander overcame the tent. Unlike the shabby exterior, whether it was used as a meeting place for the Command, the room was well equipped.

“You, and you. They won't let anyone in here. ”

I didn't tell him to, but I saw him clean up the perimeter. He was also a mercenary.

“It's an honor to meet you. Sire. I am Antoine, who leads a mercenary army that is insignificant. ”

I asked him directly.

“Did you make a deal with the royal family? ”

“Once I had a long-term contract, ”

Antoine stares at me, saying that he has been on a contract for about a year and decides to re-contract if the battle gets longer.

“Any plans after that? ”

“There must be something about mercenaries who don't know when they're going to die. If you're lucky enough to survive, you just have to find another employer."

I offered it to Antoine who was floating fluent.

“Let's make a deal with me. ”

“Since you made a deal with the Leonberger royal family, it's like you made a deal with His Majesty? ”

I'm not a great guy who doesn't know what I'm talking about, but he was a real snob.

“Let's make a personal arrangement with me, not with the royal family. ”

“Our mercenaries are cheap, but they're not cheap. ”

The royals have chosen and sent to support the North. That ransom is ridiculous.

It was as expected.

Of course I didn't have the money. Although there was some money given to maintain his dignity as a prince, it was not enough to hire mercenaries.

“ransom...”

But it didn't matter.

“Your manna accumulated in a crude way. ”

The ransom was not necessarily paid for by money.

“I'll turn it into a flourish. ”

Sometimes something more intangible than this type of material came out.

“I learned to never ignore the lowly technique again. ”

It was the same as it is now.

Antoine's manna was as crude as it could be with the technique of septum. Even though I don't know, the senior mercenaries in the mercenaries are similar to the authors.

And with that crude energy, I could never get to the high ground.

Sod Expert. Even the sand is piled up with impure Mana.

It was piled up the same way, but the results were never the same.

Even if the land is the same as mine, it was the difference between heaven and earth.

I recalled the karma I had built up in my heart. I recalled a poem that I made by weaving together the results I had achieved. And I took it out.

Not the power of poetry, but the power of poetry.

Burn so many Orcs that they finally reach the end of the Extraordinary.

I showed the Fox-like mercenary commander some of the remuneration I would pay.

Less. Less.

The pickpockets in the barracks began to tremble. The crude teacup shook and the barracks of mercenaries swollen like tears without wind.

I went back to grinding. The pickpockets that were falling apart became as calm as lies, and the swelling curtains were stretched again.

“Still not enough. ”

I look at Antoine. The mercenary commander, hardened like a stone, is rolling his eyeballs.

I waited still.

Everyone who heaps manas in the heart throws a harsh bait. If you were a lowly scorned swordsman, you made a humble offer.

Giving myself away from this is depriving me of my worth.

“If I could accomplish everything in words, I would already be a Swordmaster. ”

After a while Antoine opened his mouth.

Is it a rejection?

I woke up foolishly. If you won't accept it, it was enough to find someone else. Antoine grabbed me like that.

“But that might also depend on who's talking. ”

The mercenary commander added a word with a blunt face.

“I heard the words of His Majesty. ”

He was smiling humbly, but as advanced as his eyes were. Unlike the Knight of the Ring, it was the unique radiance of the man who cooked the manna in the heart.

“Give me the title. ”

Antoine asked me.

It was too much to ask the prince, but it was also a sentiment that reminded him of a pleasant future as he listened.

I laughed.

He was a funny man. Unlike the superior knights, he was a good man.

“How long will the contract last? ”

I answered Antoine's question without hesitation.

“Until I became king. ”

* *

Antoine and I made a verbal agreement.

Antoine was still looking at me, and I could see if they were really useful.

But I was sure enough that a mercenary commander like a fox would be useful to me.

“Do you know how to use Heart Mana? ”

I asked them if they knew how to use the right Mana Heart.

Antoine simultaneously pulled out the sword and dagger that he was wrenching at his waist instead of answering.

Honeybee.

I felt the mana move. He grabbed the weight and said in a low voice.

“A knife to the sword! ”

The blade flashes. Antoine said he brought it to the Dagger with such a shiny sword. The sword digs about a third of the dagger.

“This is my sword. ”

“What's that? ”

“We are singing a song called Sword, Sword. ”

I was getting bruised.

“But it's one of the swords in the industry that knows it's worth it. ”

I covered my face with my hands as I watched Antoine frown with a proud face.

Oh, my God. It's a knife.

As I know more poetry than anyone else in the world, the list of words, not even an attempt song, is the syllable of a well-known mercenary commander.

It was insane and delirious.