Chapter 308

My villains, episode 308

, 56. By change (1)

“Ah- X-armed waist.”

The ponytail Fritz, who was sitting on a chair on one side of the warehouse, stretched out while swearing.

Recent battles, including getting his cheek pierced at an ancient gate, have left him with all sorts of injuries. However, thanks to the constant treatment by the priests of the monastery, now only a few faint scars have been added.

“After wandering around for a while, I thought I’d take a break now, but this guy’s training just gets tougher day by day.”

“Sounds like a young guy.”

At Fritz’s muttering, the veteran conjurer burst into laughter and bruised him.

“How thankful I am to be able to train and receive a decent weekly wage.”

“Even if it’s a weekly wage, it’s only a few silver coins, so why are you even thankful?”

“There are a lot of employers out there who don’t want to pay for those few silver coins. In normal times, cutting the weekly wage in half is a nobleman, and there are cases where they are temporarily disbanded and then reconvened when the level is low.”

“I know that much. I also ate enough to eat jjambab.”

“okay? Then, have you ever farmed while working as a mercenary?”

Confidre is the busiest mercenary under Phoenix.

He is a veteran who has been eating knives for 14 years, no longer 15 years, including the time he was a soldier. That’s why he often acted as a commander on behalf of his employer, Phoenix. Perhaps thanks to his trust, Confair has been managing the salaries of mercenaries for some time now.

For this reason, among the mercenaries, Confire was regarded as a company commander acting as a substitute for the warlord.

“I was fighting the orcs in ‘Asuberg’ 5 years ago, but since there was no battle for a week, they suddenly asked me to help with the farming. He said to pay for the meal.”

“...so? Did you really farm?”

“Then what? If you want to, you have to.”

“I don’t even have an egg. Does the mercenary carry a hoe?”

“It was a scythe, not a hoe. And at that time, there was an army sent by the Duke of Geben in Asuberg.”

“If it is the duke of Geben.”

“I mean ‘Blighbit’. You can’t attack the Elector Count, can you?”

Because of Fritz’s angular personality, there were few close friends in the party. At least, they had one thing in common: they were from Mittergerland, so they talked quite a bit.

“Hey, Gellan friends. What stories do you enjoy so much?”

As Confair and Fritz babbled something in Gellan, the chubby Esson asked with a yawn.

He was lying on the floor with a blanket on his side, and his face was cut in half, unlike his nickname, probably because his recent training had been harsh.

“I was talking about Confair’s farming work.”

“farming? Farming is good.”

Eson was optimistic and kind, and there were few people in the party who were not close to him. Although he was far-fetched, he was very considerate of other people’s circumstances, so he did not easily collide with Fritz, who had a particularly dirty personality.

Also, unlike his appearance, he was secretly meticulous and smart, so it was his job to manage the party’s supplies.

“It makes me proud to look at the wheat fields turning golden, but it’s still worse than raising pigs or cows. It makes a lot more money than farming, and the work is a lot more fun.”

“What’s the fun in cleaning up shit all day?”

“There are downsides. It’s different if you try it yourself though. Pigs and cows are quite clever and quickly recognize who feeds them. When they get to know me, they grunt that it’s nice to see me, but how cute it is. Then, how happy I am to have a baby-”

As Esson exclaimed, the soldier Dervish smiled as he was wiping the white curved sword with oil.

“If you like it that much, why don’t you go back to your hometown and buy a ranch?”

“pasture?”

“okay. You won’t run out of money. If you don’t like it, you can sell it.”

What she pointed with her chin was the shortsword hanging from Eson’s waist. Thanks to the light weight order, it is as light as a hand-length fork.

“I want to, but I’m not ready yet.”

“why?”

“The ranch near Lemerick is expensive. They all belong to monasteries.”

“When you say Remeric, you mean Leadburn, right? Must it be there?”

“then?”

“Uh... how about Trosher? The land looked good.”

Fritz, who was twisting his stiff back, said with a small smile.

“I was scared when I saw that the princess was following the ruler.”

“...Who’s scared? Marcel?”

“Is it only Marcel? It must be the will of your church as a whole.”

Fritz was a believer in the Order of Calandari, as expected from Mittergerland. Therefore, ‘your church’ he referred to was the Church of Elganore, which had been established in the kingdom of Milanol.

“Now you will be called the Guardian of the Holy Land. But what will people think when they see only the holy knights of Calandari with no Elga Nore cultists by their side?”

At Fritz’s mocking words, Umberta shrugged and retorted.

“Do people attach meaning to that? And why are there no members of the Church of El Ganore? Monk Okan is already there.” “He is a monk. You know how to pray, but if you try to do some trick in the church, will you keep pace with it? I’m glad you didn’t disturb me.”

Gidon, a crossbowman who was sitting quietly with his arms folded under the window tightly covered with a thick wooden board, frowned.

“A foolish man is making fun of his mouth again.”

“You bastard who makes fun of the mouth, isn’t this old man giving a useful point because the things he does about the church are so transparent?” “under. Is it a useful point for a guy with a head full of shit to talk freely?”

Ki-don is a faithful believer in the Kwangmyeong Church.

Perhaps because of his religious beliefs, he was seldom frightened, and when he went into battle, he was remarkably calm, so when he fired his crossbow he never missed.

His strength and skills are so good that he handles a crossbow with a winch like a toy, and he handles a bow and sword quite well, so he has the highest weekly wage among mercenaries.

In fact, the one with the highest weekly wage was originally Fritz. However, because he had so many accidents, Phoenix

cut his weekly wage in half.

Anyway, as most of the mercenaries were members of the Gwangmyeong Church, especially the El Ganore Church, there were many who followed Gidon. Especially among archers and crossbowmen, it was considered fashionable to pray while touching the sacred sign before shooting arrows.

As Fritz and Gidon glared at each other, the other four mercenaries scolded them as if they were bored.

“I’ve already said it a few times, but it’s best if the two of us don’t run into each other. Just pretend you don’t know each other.”

“Isn’t there a day when the X-arm somehow passes quietly even once?”

“Don’t brush your mouth every day, go out and sharpen your knife.”

“Yeah, stop it. The Lord will come soon.”

Gidon turned his head with a cold expression at the words of the conductor Dervish Umberta Esson, and Fritz blushed and shouted.

“Don’t interfere, you idiots. Didn’t you hear that bastard talk like a horse?”

“Is there anyone out there who can talk more shit than you?”

“...a villager in this archipelago.”

When Fritz started growling at Umberta, Dervish shook his head and asked the Confair.

“Why isn’t Nari coming? Call and gather at best.”

“well. The baptismal ceremony was over earlier, so it’s time for you to come soon. Have you been captured by the Marquis?”

Conveyor shrugged his shoulders with a carefree expression.

As Phoenix’s deputy commander, he felt at ease recently.

Monk Okan Night Watchman Dylan Theodora Cathedral Knight Sir Kabar and his two assistants and eight new recruits. I was worried about the fact that the party had increased by 14, but there was nothing to worry about.

It was thanks to the fact that Phoenix, who had a conversation with the Marquis family the day before yesterday, informed them that they would be going to Lianwell with Marquis Eabon.

The Marquis’ escorts numbered well over a few hundred people, and the Antrum region, where they would be traveling for some time, was the Marquis’ territory.

It was obvious how comfortable the trip would be. There would be no worries about supplies, and there would be no encounters with bandits or conflicts with local nobles.

By the time the confier chewed on his optimistic expectations, saying that it would be smooth all the way until he joined Prince Ulkar in High Castle.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“lily.”

Phoenix finally appeared.

Confair, who was lost in thought for a moment, as well as Gidon, who was polishing the dervish and tying the rosary, Fritz and Umberta, who were heating up with each other, and Eson, who had stopped them, stopped their movements and greeted Phoenix, who had just entered the warehouse.

“You’re all here.”

Looking over the six core mercenaries under his command, Phoenix smiled faintly.

“...I called because I have an important story. Everyone sit down.”

She had a beautiful smile that was no different from usual, but there was a little hesitation or worry in her black eyes.

Feeling the atmosphere, the mercenaries involuntarily held their breath and waited for their Warlord to open his mouth.