Chapter 408

My Villains Episode 408

63. Knights of the Silver Prince (15)

“What kind of mess is this?”

Sergeant Gothrop, in his late 30s, continued to grumble, but did not stop running. It has already been fifteen minutes since the trumpet, which signifies assembly, started sounding. He had to sweat even a little to dress up in a hurry so that the evil spirits that would fall upon him would be lessened.

“Oh shit. I’m afraid I’ll break again.”

As he was biting his lips at the thought of the grim face of his immediate superior, ‘Lord Cobble’, he reached the embankment overlooking the entire harbor of Proshafen. The soldiers, who had been gathering in vain like baby birds waiting for their mother, waved their hands at me.

“captain! Here you go!”

“My child, hurry up!”

Fortunately, none of the nineteen soldiers in Gotthrop’s group were gathered together. It might be embarrassing that the captain showed up last, but the shameless sergeant looked for his superior first.

“Nari? Where is Nari?”

“He passed right away.”

“What did you say?”

“They asked where the leader was, so I took the kids and went chasing street vendors.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ohh shit.”

“Are you late for something today? Judging from the fact that he appeared on Goble Street, he must have been drinking. Is Lescencia going?”

“Why do you ask that? Is it time for me to be interrogated by you?”

“I need to know, so next time I’m late again, shouldn’t I pick you up or not?”

“This is an excuse.”

Sergeant Gotthrop, instead of answering, slumped down on the wooden barrel to hold the rope, and one of the team members held out a water bag, saying that he would treat him like a leader. He wiped away the sweat that was being cooled by the sea breeze and gulped down a glass of water.

“Aww- did you get goat dung in the water? Why does it smell like this?”

“Our captain is a jerk even if he takes care of it. If you’re going to complain, let it go.”

“What the fuck are you saying to your boss?”

Gothrop grumbled and squeezed every last drop of water out of his leather pouch. Leaving behind the soldier who had returned the empty water bag and looked like he was chewing shit, he looked around Huihui.

“It’s been a while since all the port guards gathered. What the hell is going on?” Proshafen is the capital of the Angst region and at the same time one of the most prosperous ports in the Mittergerland Empire. The size of the troops guarding it was so great that the garrison in charge of guarding and policing the port, excluding other units, numbered well over seven hundred. There are about 200 troops directly under the command of the port chief, and there are 500 troops, evenly distributed among five port guards.

“The leader doesn’t know, so how do we know? They just blew the trumpets and gathered together.” “okay?” As 700 people flocked to the dockside, Gothrop, who was proud of being an officer of the port garrison because of his majesty, shrugged his shoulders involuntarily.

It was then. The sound of a trumpet came from the lighthouse on the other side of the harbor.

Booty-

Magnat, but the poem was gathered in the sound of a trumpet that seemed to be the end.

“Oh that.”

Fifteen sailboats, each with a couple of large sails, were entering the harbor, accompanied by dozens of barges. It was not difficult to infer its identity as a flag with the same crest engraved on each end of the mast, a flag depicting a black dragon emitting green fire, was hung.

“It’s the Black Dragon Fleet. Are you rebelling?”

“You’re coming back already? It hasn’t even been two days since I left.”

“I know. what?”

Despite the appearance of the fleet that competed for the best in the Empire, Gottrop and his crew were stunned with little emotion. Hagiya, a minister must be seen occasionally to be a minister. It’s been three months since the Black Dragon Fleet showed up once every seven days, so it was ridiculous to be moved again. “

It seems that something is going on... ”

Have you even met the ‘Siren of the Bay of Blades’?”

“Siren? Didn’t you say that you were caught by pirates?”

“You idiots, it can’t be. If you attack here, it’s war as it is. War. No matter how ferocious the pirates are, they won’t dare to attack His Majesty the Emperor.”

The current emperor, Ruilix II, is a monarch who is said to have no one to compete for his authority among all previous emperors. Powerful enough to raise an army of 100,000 with a single gesture, and ambitious enough to declare that he would conquer the Amir Alliance, which enjoys unprecedented wealth through the southern colonies... I couldn’t help but sit down.

“but.”

“okay. Even if you are a pirate grand duke, you cannot be defeated by the emperor.”

When the soldiers showed signs of calming down, Gottrop crossed his arms in a very stern manner.

“Still, the port guard will remain in place in case something unexpected happens.”

“How long?”

“Until the lord of the castle or the captain of the harbor issues an order.”

Hearings and complaints erupted here and there, but no soldiers openly protested. The morale of the port garrison was very good as they received a high salary and good treatment that could not be compared to other mercenaries.

However, the soldiers of the port garrison with high morale were also ordinary people after all, so they complained when the sailors of the Black Dragon Fleet emptied their boats and dispersed to the city center at the end of the day.

“No manager. does this make sense? We’re sucking shit to protect our stomachs, but they’re jumping out like that.”

“I don’t know if they returned in a week. How do the pups who came in after sailing for only two days go out to play because they were tired?”

Unable to overcome the flames of the team members, Sergeant Gotthrop went to see the fearful Sir Cobble. The answer that I mustered up the courage to hear was very spectacle.

“It’s an order from Admiral Nari.”

“yes?”

Since his subordinates didn’t understand at all, Gothrop scratched his head and added words.

“Viscount Levites told the sailors to relax. Well, trying to massage a girl’s ass by myself is like a pricked conscience.”

“Gee, what about us then?”

“What are we supposed to do? The order to disband has not yet been issued.”

“Ha what is that?”

“does not make sense.”

The Harbor Guard is a unit under the command of Prince Ignaz, the lord of Proshafen and the great lord of Angst, and the Black Dragon Fleet is under the direct control of Duke Avillambus. Even though Prince Ignaz was a vassal of Duke Abillambus, he was clearly a different affiliation, so the various units stationed in Proshafen regarded the Black Dragon Fleet as unreasonable as a guest.

However, the guests were as rough as a sailor, and they often caused accidents and caused all sorts of trouble in the city. It wasn’t once or twice that soldiers belonging to the Port Guard or the Gate Guard had a fistfight with the Black Dragon Fleet’s sailors at bars or brothels.

Because of such a story, there was a reluctance to each other, but while they were guarding the pier, the sailors disembarked proudly and headed for the city, so it was natural that the port guards were dissatisfied.

It was to the point where captains such as Sergeant Gothrop could not appease the soldiers under their command, and the port guards, such as Lord Goble, had to shout directly.

“No matter what the Black Dragon Fleet does, the order remains the same! I’ll rip your mouth out if you talk nonsense again!”

When the imperial knights put a bluff like that, the soldiers were suppressed by the momentum and closed their mouths.

And again, time passed and the twilight that soaked the sea disappeared.

Dang dang dang dang –

Booooong!

Urgent bells and high-pitched trumpets resounded at the same time on the pier where the torches were lit one by one. Sergeant Gotthrop instinctively turned his head toward the lighthouse.

“...the enemy!”

“An enemy fleet!”

The soldiers guarding the entrance to the harbor hurriedly pulled the chains. Six or seven lines of chains as thick as forearms rose to the surface. But

Quaang!

The gigantic sailboat with three sails and an iron plate on the prow cut off the chains with its massive weight and speed.

“That.”

Goth Rob opened his eyes when he noticed the enemy ships belatedly lighting up and waving flags there. As the captain of the port garrison, he knew all of the major maritime forces in Middle-earth, so he recognized that sentence at a glance.

“Steel Fleet. Steel Fleet!”