From a terminal Soldier to Monarch - Chapter 273

“You’re doing it. ”

The beauty sitting on the bed said. Jennifer, my former teacher and partner in life.

I opened my mouth with my eyes wide as I put on the elulence.

“I’ll do it. ”

“Amazing, fresh, charming. ”

“I have that side. ”

“It’s not just self-esteem, it’s the most glamorous thing. ”

Jennifer fixes her boots.

“Yes, and now it’s time to go. ”

As I speak, Jennifer nods softly.

I couldn’t enjoy my treasure hunt with her.

Sometimes danger, sometimes boredom overwhelmed us.

Now Jennifer’s short sword with a waist dance was a good example.

That short sword is poorly cut, not hard, and even a thin leather tip cannot pierce it.

It was a magical tool that did not match its effects and shape, no matter what kind of madman made it.

It was neither a dark underground tunnel nor hundreds of traps.

It is often thought that all treasure is there, but not necessarily.

The owner of that sword was a holdout that owned a small farm, and that holdout was not tied to money.

I could not be persuaded by the gold coin, but I could not take it by force.

Jennifer hated robbers.

We had to talk him out of it.

Why would a sword be an object possessed by the soul of an ancestor?

It’s just a flick.

The heirloom must be able to explain its origin.

It was boring time.

There were risks. I was trying to get him to think complex thoughts by hiding my appearance as much as possible.

In a village, it was not good to stay long where people were going and going.

We persuaded the fugitive at the end of the Feast of Weeks, and we got the short sword.

It was a lot to take in.

I’ve sent more than half of my possessions to the government.

Occasionally, I could understand the situation of returning to a letter from a hundred or so people. The role of Wheelken and the growth of my knights, Rachel’s work, was a small pleasure.

And before I go back, I decided to supply the government with the necessary supplies, and finally to rob it of its greatest treasure.

It wasn’t that hard.

That’s why Jennifer was so impressed with me.

We were now living in a village two days’ drive from the forests of the North and the frontiers of the North.

There was no inn or pub in a small, rustic town. It was a rural village that was far from the city that knew twenty furniture or the number of spoons next door.

I put down my money and got a room, and I was wise not to let the owner sleep in the barn because I didn’t get two rooms.

“Are you going home now? ”

Jennifer asked.

Home, it was an honest word. I missed my acquaintance who had only heard the letter.

I wanted to see the bitter maid Lydia, the recovery of the hunchback sage, and the bitterness of the piece.

I wanted to see Digo and the people who made me crippled.

Above all, I miss the fluffy white fur of pumpkins.

Elurin is armor made to be worn alone, but it is not as comfortable.

Jennifer helped put on the armor. In gratitude, I nodded and took the courage. It’s been a long time since I felt the weight of my armor and spear.

Suddenly, I opened my mouth to ask her.

“That was fun, right?”

“Yes.”

Watching her nod reminds me of the last thing we did.

It was simple.

The North Forest is the lookout’s territory.

And the North is a wealthy country.

It was natural for a wealthy country to prepare for war and put a munitions depot in a guardhouse, a place where war could occur.

The warehouse was guarded thoroughly, of course.

The North continent’s sense of fairy blood was sharp.

The watchman can’t sneak into the warehouse with his eyes wide open. However, it was a crowd that broke through.

Most of all, Jennifer hated robbery.

“If you’re going to kill them all and take them away, I’m done. ”

She’s seen what I can do.

It was natural that the vice knights reaching the sixth floor were not common.

I respected her opinion. I had to do it again.

I didn’t want to expose myself to Angling yet.

So we exercised wisdom. You leave the hard-working ones at the front and head back to the rear of the warehouse.

The ground was dug because they guarded it thoroughly.

One month was enough. You dug the ground for twenty days and called the top of the Yabrian White Flag nearby.

And then I started stealing.

There are about a thousand jabs of Elf Traditional Swords in the warehouse.

I flew one by one.

After carrying it all night, I made a bunch of fish knitted together and put it on my back.

It was damn heavy.

Afterwards, I built a sword in the primary reservoir through a shortcut I found while I was running around sucking hard.

After a couple of hours of sleep, I moved it back.

Two days was enough.

The power of Weiss Knight, the king of all nations, to shake the continent, could have been a great worker.

I need to get used to this again.

Jennifer helped.

She set a trap just in case, and I recorded it in a handmade Goblin leather.

Leather smells gritty, but it’s worth it.

A small town two days away was unable to find any paper-like items.

So I had to make it myself.

A Goblin raised by a watchman was a good material.

Originally, I had to rinse thoroughly, bleach the lime, rub the surface with stone to make the leather thinner, and then apply fine lime powder.

Well, I’m not an artisan parchment maker, and this was enough.

‘The letter will be in good hands. ’

An ink blended with Goblin guts and blood, and a fan shaved Goblin Finger Bone there became a great handwriting device.

Information I need briefly, clearly, what I want and what I need to do now with Grafe and Lynd.

One last word: we’re going home.

After creating and organizing the text with a combination of words and words, I sent it a few days ago.

By now, some poor crow will be flying around with a relatively heavy letter tied around his feet.

‘If I had used a crow from here, I would have left soon. ’

But I couldn’t take that risk.

The best way to send a letter is to write a raven as well, but I couldn’t do it here.

In this area, even the most loyal crows could betray me.

The nobles use a technique called Mind Control. More precisely, it was a “fairy tale” technique.

It is called manipulation by projecting oneself on an animal with low intelligence, but it is not a principle you can see.

This was a land with fairies who would shoot arrows at it if a crow flew overhead or sit on their shoulders with mental control.

‘Maps, traps, iron. ’

There were three things I wanted on this earth, and I got them all.

I stepped out dressed in a short dress that was nothing to call Jim, and said,

“Then let’s go. ”

I gave a few more silver coins to the owner of the village, told his son about the greatness of the farmer and headed out.

These are villagers who stare at my armor instead of being afraid. People who barely live with money.

“Son of a bitch. ’

Angling used to do things the way he did in his past life. Among them, there was a town owner.

After placing the entire continent under control, I literally went to a small village and burned it down and erased it.

I’ve devoured memories of the past and the future and focused on the present.

By now he’d be a mess and I could understand him for ten minutes.

* * *

“What’s missing? ”

“A sack of jabs…”

In anger, Ebun couldn’t finish his sentence. He was a great watchman, not a great soldier.

So, even though he blurred his words, Angling did not blame him.

It was you who brought him here.

Angling thought.

How did things get this far?

‘Chris, the first thing the target does is hide its appearance. ’

After that, there was an awkward taunt.

With Hülken Ludwig and the Knights of the Wall in front of him, Angling felt like he could chew them up.

What they want is more of a mild provocation than an all-out war.

Ansing read the enemy’s intentions in that situation.

‘What I want is war. ’

The battlefield they wanted was beyond the North Forest.

Ansing Lisones was a great strategist and tactician.

He called out two disciples and combined his opinions. He didn’t believe in his own head.

It was valid.

He determined that he wanted the enemy to meet the North’s forces in his backyard.

Not doing what the enemy wants.

That was the most basic strategic direction of hatred.

He did.

You’ve defeated the enemy’s Taunt and are fortified.

The familiar terrain of the forest has become a shield instead of a gate. They launched a small sneak attack using the terrain.

The Watchman has become a great raider.

Whelken and the Knights of the Wall have retreated. Since I didn’t look back, I remembered the minute I saw it, I reported it with the face.

And two days later, they came back.

Those bastards.

There are repeated useless wars, but I cannot concentrate there.

There was a vice knight on the sixth floor. There were few in the central continent, but many of the fairies dealt with the vice.

However, it was not common for others to reach the sixth floor of the North Empire.

And a clumsy assassin.

“Ghosts.”

Angling recites to himself. I knew Angry Day was his idea of clearing up.

So I kept my mouth shut.

After a moment, Angling raises his head.

“It’s still a taunt. What they want is war. ”

I wondered if Angry Day would be enough if he told me to go to war.

He wanted to fight. He was also confident in his sword.

Angling rebukes him.

“Don’t play with your enemies as much as you want. What about the shadow?”

A scout and specialized in obtaining enemy intelligence.

On an angry day, Ebun almost blurred his words again.

“No one made it through. ”

Ansing felt that the map of the continent only appeared as black as Prawnmund.

There was no way a mole could get in.

Magic? ’

I didn’t know why.

After all, you don’t know your enemy. I’ve never felt like this before.

I was irritated, but I felt that heartbeat.

Has anyone ever driven you this far? Nothing.

Man was the kind of animal that felt joyful about the first experience.

The first of love, friendship, play, and all of that has always brought exciting and explosive joy.

So, the resentment was irritating and at the same time felt like my heart was having a seizure.

Angling’s excitement subsides. Of course, from the outside, he was just sitting there.

All this was happening inside of him.

‘They don’t know me either. ’

Ansing finds it advantageous to have superior power if he doesn’t know the same.

“What’s the objective?”

“I found her moving east two days ago. ”

“What about the battalion?”

“On my way. The target will be hit two days later in an area inland in Sercado. ”

“He’s smart. ”

“I’ll be ready.”

Angry days were confident. Only three wizards with long standing assassinations attracted his attention.

The basics of killing with magic were the same as before, if not with a sword.

It was just a different size.

No matter how great the hero was, he couldn’t beat Sue and his imagination.

Angling also agreed.

But, he thought afterwards.

After rolling his head and clearing his mind, he began writing letters.

Gudrun received the letter and looked at the person who was adopted by the elf through the human body with surprised eyes.

“Yes. You don’t think that makes any sense, do you? ”

Goodrun doesn’t nod.

Ansing sought consent instead of teaching his silent daughter.

“I don’t think it makes any sense either. He must be crazy. ”

Goodrun nods.

If what my foster father had predicted had happened, I could add that Gudrun was a madman with a sigh to his opponent’s courage.

* * *

Attractive.

It was a frequently used technique by Angling. He planted spies on his arms and made his arms comfortable by playing tricks on the East Continent.

‘Make Sercago fight and wreak havoc on the eastern continent. ’

Pretending to be allies with the South, guarding the Western continent.

Punching the back of the head with all sorts of means.

That was his way of enjoying it and mine as well.

“That’s ominous.”

Jennifer speaks. I feel a sneak forward, frightened to end her words.

Oh, not alone.

You came all the way down here.

Instead of a stealth gesture and a roar, the sharp life gives you a sense of who your enemies are.

It was a fairy army.

So the first mission is a success.

They chased me instead of chasing the jab I stole.

Then the jab will be safe.

I was wary of the mercenaries. Earlier he was called Earl Vantes, and now he was my land.

The only thing standing between us is the low hills.

However, an ominous energy is pouring out from beyond those hills.

I felt sorry for him.

Of course I meant to be, but I feel sorry for him.

Where do you think we are?

“Hey, Chris. I think we got a problem, king. ”

“Yes, I do. ”

Jennifer gives a gentle answer for speaking with anxiety.

“Will it work?”

Her judgment is accurate.

But it was wrong.

“No.”

This is near Fraunmund Parish.

So, this is my front yard.

“Uuurrgghhh!”

There was a scream from afar. It was the sound I was waiting for.

I didn’t have Angling, but I had Lynd and Grape.

Lind predicted what I would do with the letter I wrote.

And it’s Grape who decides the details of the motion through that prediction.

Two wise men know me.

I also knew the benefits and weaknesses of my appearance.

A team of fairies was able to target me.

And Digo and his unit can go after them, too.

The master of the shout was Digo, my knight.

Prepare for assault! ”

He shouts. I burst into laughter without even knowing it.

The secret of the fairy army is gone.

“Wow.”

Jennifer bursts from behind.

It was quite impressive to see a knight as big as a bear racing on a horse.

Of course, the group that followed was even more deadly to join together.

And it was a charge that went beyond impressive and fascinating to the enemy.