Chapter 261 261. An Aristocratic Atrocities (side Tolman)

In the midst of the camp to rest the horse, my brothers pulled out their swords and watched their fullness.

"Oh, my sword hurts. I'm calling on you to slaughter the barbarians."

"Your pleasure, My Lord Tolman."

The raw, white-faced man approaching with a grin is Azalea, our best man, the Magic Swordsman.

Magic, swords, and both. If this guy is said to be the best in the Ardegian country, the achievement of the goals of this journey is also right there.

We originally pulled out where Azarea served other nobles with gold.

I complained at the time of the rise of the aristocracy, so I turned my hand around his territory and drove him to the night escape.

T r an sl a t e d by Ｊp mtl .ｃoｍ No, was it suicide? Either way, such details.

"Killing humans is because it's been a long time, f, f... Well, they're like people with no morality or distinction, so maybe they're not the same as beasts."

The purpose of this journey is to tailor the phantom beast carbuncle.

Carbuncle is a legendary demon with luminous fur in green and white and a great treasure ball on his forehead.

Decades ago, stories remain that adventurers saw it near the Litveal settlement.

Ardezia, a country with our territory, had an overlapping fertility caused by the king's illness, the accidental death of the prince, and among the things that drew royal blood, there were no young men.

That is why, in keeping with the precedent of the great past, the First Princess's husband was chosen from among those with the title, and was to be king.

The First Princess made that clear when she made her husband the one who prepared the most wonderful gift for herself from among the candidates. Tra nsl a te d b y Jp ｍ tl.ｃo ｍ

So what my colleague thought was the stripping of the phantom beast carbuncle.

If that demon gets it, he will undoubtedly be able to kick down all the other candidates.

During the search for the carbuncle into the woods, it is expected that the barbarians named Litveal will be in the way at the same time as it is the biggest clue.

So my colleagues brought in the most squadron to the eightieth squadron from our private army, The Hungry Hunter.

The exception is a basic team of eight of something, so there are a total of nearly six hundred and fifty.

I thought we had a little too much temper too, but the story is that the Litveal have a double-headed dragon patron saint.

The size of the settlement is more than clearly grasped, too. If you want to smash it at your leisure, you have nothing else to take with you.

For that matter, however, the cost of travel was exceedingly high, and the notion of what was in the corner would enter the territory of other aristocrats, which also made him distressed to obtain permission to bring in so many soldiers.

Our colleagues insisted on the purpose of this journey, not to mention the crusade of the phantom beast Carbuncle, the annihilation of the Litveal tribe by good intentions.

It seems, however, that the Litveal people move very little from the depths of the forest, and showed little interest in our proposal either.

Perhaps there is not as much harm done by the Litveal tribe as heard in rumors.

It is my guess that the damage caused by the Litveal tribe was appropriately flourished in order to thrust demands from other nobles or reduce the taxes they dedicate to the king's capital in the region near the forest.

Whatever it was, by bribing the Lords so much, we managed to win our permission to bring in soldiers.

Obligations and expenses were to be borne for the extra work, but which way more enemies would the Litveal be than roughing up the woods?

Tr a nsl a te d by ｊpｍtl .co ｍ It was a necessary consideration.

Rather, it's cheap if you think you can be king to this extent.

For this reason, the most squad captain of the "Hungry Hunter" is Azarea, an earlier pale man.

This time, I mainly ask you to move as my guard.

Although, I intend to attack you directly, so I will get plenty of work done.

I hear the Litveal are strong, but they are no match for the elite of my "Hungry Hunter".

Besides, I don't think the number of Litveal combatants is that high.

If you have to, you can take hostages, then you can't move and kill them, and some of the "Hungry Hunters" specialize in flattery hands.

I may be too preoccupied with being a barbarian, but I'm not going to attack you right away.

Let reconnaissance see how it goes to explore the Litveal tribe, ascertain its size and power, attack it at full time after seeing the winning opportunity, and burn down the settlement at once.

I will leave some girls and children to torture about Carbuncle, but if I can do that, I will certainly kill them all.

Now you can get Carbuncle and at the same time raise your martial arts for destroying the infamous barbarians.

It will be my decision as king of the Ardegian nation without complaint.

"Azarea, what do you think of this plan to exterminate the Litveal?

"I am impressed once again with this azalea by the wise thoughts of His Excellency Tollman. Damage will be minimized. After that, how much information the reconnaissance will bring back."

"Huhahahahaha! Right, I would! But don't you think it would be more interesting to have a little more uncertainty? This time we have Ardezia's most powerful magical swordsman and noble lord, and this one who can be awed with the Lord of the Sword! You're not an enemy, you brutal, retarded monkeys! Tran s la t ed b y Ｊp ｍt l.c om

When my colleagues say it out loud, the soldiers, who are constituents of The Hungry Hunter, also laugh in tune.

Fu and Azarea look behind my brother's back, put their hands on his chin and put their ideas on his face.

Looking back at what was going on, there was one person who was not laughing, sitting away.

He is Nell, the most squad member of The Hungry Hunter, captained by Azarea.

Two beast ears are popping out of her flock of blue hair.

He's Ferris Huma's kid.

One of the fugitive slaves massively accepted by the upper part of the Ardegian nation...... no, it was united.

Let me tell you something from my colleagues, you can count dirty subhumans in the same way as humans.

I put my arm in the squad the most because it stands, but I don't care about the race, the face, the personality.

I don't even care that he's sitting around like this with a white face to cool the air down right now.

It's going to smell like a beast, so it's the only one in the squad I've never even put in my own hall.

I look at Azarea as she approaches Nell and makes sure she peeks in.

"Hmm? What's up, Nell? Is it possible that Lord Tollman isn't feeling well enough to react so cold when he's trying to raise his morale for us?

Our colleagues also rise and approach Azarea and Nell.

T r ansl a t ed by Jp mtl.co ｍ "Oh, my God, you were! If you're not feeling well, you can't help but ignore the words of my great-great-benefactor and sit back! I thought I'd cut my big ears off for nothing!

My brother picks up Nell's ear and forces him to stand.

"That's it, that's it! Oh, I'm sorry! So, but, um..."

"Hmm? Hmm? What's" that "? If you have something to say, just say it. There's no reason to say anything."

"No, it's nothing..."

"Let's not do anything? Hey, would Azarea think so, too? Didn't this guy just say something, huh? When your ears and your mouth are decorated with decorations, shouldn't you lighten your face a little bit? What, my brother's gonna scrape you off here right now?

I showed Nell hesitant to talk on top of each other, so my brother took the dagger out of his nostrils and pressed it to the side of his lips.

Nell pulled his face apart and looked at the blade, but eventually swallows it up like he was ready.

"Oh, oh... well, no matter how atrocious the Litveal tribe is... when I say kill all the women and children, the... just, I hope you don't feel comfortable... With all this force, it would be possible to make sure that we don't harm this place with a threat..."

"Still don't seem to need your mouth?

My brother turned the dagger vertically and stuck it into Nell's mouth.

Nell tried to turn back, so he grabbed his neck with the opposite hand and couldn't move.

Nell stops the dagger with his teeth, but blood drips on the blade.

Nell blues his face, tears in his eyes and shakes his head in small pieces.

"Huhahahahaha! I'm kidding. Joke, this is why the humorless are in trouble! Don't we all think so, hey!

When my colleagues say it, the soldiers also laugh out loud.

I loosened my teeth like Nell was relieved.

We poked at the gap and kicked him in the knee in the jaw.

There is blood from Nell's mouth, and he can't stand the pain or fall on the spot.

"Ah, uh! Ahhhhhhh!

Nell rumbles around groaning.

"An idiot! We've already made a pact with the idiot lords here to kill all the barbarians living in the woods! The Subman is retarded and troublesome!

He doesn't care about the Litveal or anything, either, but we can't have him spreading bad reviews at this time of year.

If you fail, you'll get in there and scare off the extra money.

After I screamed, I wiped my own chest with my fingers.

Make sure Nell's return blood sticks and spit on the ground.

"I got dirty with animal blood. Hey, somebody, bring me something to wipe."

When my brother said it, Azarea immediately brought me a cloth.

It was a ready goodness as if I had seen this flow.

"Shall I treat Nell?

"Yeah, but it's war power for once. I have trouble stopping using it. He must die on the battlefield."