The Blood Knight's Villains

Chapter 512

My Villains Chapter 512

67. Lord of Icebobalt (5)

“Are you okay?”

“...yes what.”

While nodding his head, Egon rubbed his back. He was hit in the head by an arrow with an explosive bullet, fell down, and was stamped on a rock, but his back tingled as if something had gone wrong.

He was treated by the priests who accompanied him to the training ground. Although it was all that the glittering palm brushed past like a fan. Egon knew that in order to receive treatment at the cathedral, he had to donate a couple of silver coins, so he was grateful, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

It is fortunate that there is nothing wrong with the head that was hit by the dull arrow. This is thanks to the heavy iron helmet supplied and a thick armed hat.

Alban, who read the small distortion in the tall boy’s face, laughed at him with a chuckle.

“Why do you want to come out? You don’t know how precious this young bastard’s body is.”

“Getting hit by an arrow was just unlucky, and I didn’t do it on my own.”

“Wouldn’t that have happened if I had been as thoughtful as I was?”

Egon glanced at the middle-aged man and then shut his mouth. The boy was also regretting that he seemed to have damaged his body by stepping out for nothing.

Despite shouting hoarsely and taking the lead in the face of fear, nothing was gained. Just for the past week, an experienced soldier who served as a squad leader gave me a couple of pats on the shoulder, saying ‘Young guy is strong’. What use is the encouragement of a soldier who is neither an officer nor a sergeant?

“But, it is all over now. Hurry up and get the money, let’s play for a day or two and go back... What are you going to do?”

“...to find a recruiter.”

“He’s really stubborn. You say you want to become a soldier after all that hard work for a week?”

Egon paused a little, then nodded. Alban’s brow narrowed.

“Oh, you look like an immature bastard. Do you think you can make a big difference if you become a soldier?”

“Anyway, it’s better than plowing and gleaning.”

“At the very least, the body can age well. Even with Brinst, where is one or two people who became idiots after serving as soldiers? As soon as I saw it, your body was corrupt, and it was obvious that you would waste all your youth as a soldier, let alone a sergeant.”

Confused about whether it was a curse word or a dissuade, Egon became angry, but he couldn’t refute it in the end.

From the boy’s point of view, there was not a single officer, sergeant, or even among the soldiers without shoulder belts. Even if he enlists, he is not sure if he will be able to compete with the fierce soldiers and occupy a high position.

Egon, who had been walking gloomy among the conscripts, raised his head involuntarily as he approached the camp of the training battalion. It is because the smell of savory food tickles the tip of the nose.

Handy men and merchants from the city were busily moving between the tents of the conscripts. They were rolling large oak barrels, pushing carts full of white bread, moving plates of food, and laying large cloths here and there.

Even as his eyes sparkled at the lively scenery, Egon murmured in a slightly disappointed tone.

“They said it was a party, but they let them into the city...

” “What a stupid sound.”

The one who responded was the squad leader who was walking ahead. Wearing an experienced soldier’s rank in a vest worn over his chain armor, he looked back at Egon with a sneer in his eyes.

“Then did you think I would invite you to the permanent residence? Over a thousand stinking conscripts?”

“Oh, that.”

“Stop being stupid and follow me. Don’t get caught in the rain while snooping around the wrong tent!”

Egon glanced around the extension as he followed him back to the tent. Amidst the commotion as conscripts and handymen mingled, only the long table placed in the vacant lot between the garrison camps and its surroundings was quiet. Upon closer inspection, high-ranking executives such as ‘Ferocious’ Murg, ‘Hairy’ Henrik, ‘Iron Gloves’ Taggart, and ‘Monster Seed’ Golman were sparsely seated under the canopy.

“Alban over there. That must be the seat of honor.”

Egon whispered to Alban in a low voice to see if the squad leader ahead of him could hear it.

“Is the lord coming too?”

“Well I don’t know.”

The middle-aged man glanced back at the tall boy’s chin gesture and added,

“Well, maybe you can show your face to show condescension. It would have cost me gold coins to prepare this kind of food...

“Isn’t it?”

While the boy was confused, the lord and the bodyguards reached the table covered with a cloth.

Phoenix, who passed the reins of the bicorn to Sergeant Goleman, looked back at the recruits instead of sitting on the high-backed chair in the middle of the table.

“Everyone worked hard for a week. The voice that flowed without raising the voice even once resonated throughout the garrison, which had become quiet before I knew it

.

What is it?

“Eat and drink to your heart’s content. Then go home and tell them what a wonderful man the new lord is.

The tension between the conscripts was relieved a little at the words mixed with laughter. A courageous man raised a beer mug and shouted.

“Long live the wonderful lord! May the Lord bless the merciful lord!”

“Long live the lord!”

As the conscripts cheered, Phoenix laughed and raised his hand.

“Just drink a little slowly. If you want to taste the beer brewed by the wonderful lord, Mr. Ri, with a sense of sanity. ”

Cheers burst out again.

After shaking off the bodyguards, the lord walked among the conscripts with Goleman carrying a large oak barrel on his shoulder. While chatting with the villagers, refilling their glasses and bumping into each other, the velvet slippers were covered with mud and had to be replaced with monster seeds and shoes, but Phoenix had a delightful face.

“Hmm?” The lord, who was walking between the tents with a smile, suddenly tilted his head. For some reason, Egon, who was waiting for his turn with a fluttering heart, met his gaze.

“...Billion.”

As the eyes filled with interest or curiosity looked down at him, Egon involuntarily stiffened.

black eyed. A darkness resembling an abyss.

The boy, who was staggering a bit drunk, seemed to have peeked into the lord’s mind for a very brief moment. Eyes exuding an energy that is unknown whether it is charm or magical power. And there’s something terrible in it...

“Hey. hey. Are you okay?”

“Eh?”

“Are you okay?”

Egon nodded in surprise as Phoenix spun and clinked his glass.

“Yes yep! It’s okay sir!”

“Ugh. okay?”

“Why are you like that?”

Sergeant Goleman, now a familiar face to Egon, appeared from behind the lord’s twitching eyebrows.

“You look tired. Did you drink a lot?”

“Ah yes. A little-”

“It’s understandable that he rolled over for a week and then suddenly drank alcohol. This is from me, so just drink this and stop drinking. huh?”

“Okay, boss!”

Following Egon, the 人}, who was filling the glasses of the conscripts around him, looked down at him, and Phoenix bumped his glasses with him with a smile on his face.

“The little guy must have had a hard time.”

“No sir!”

“Go back carefully.”

“yes! Thank you sir!”

As soon as Egon spit out the words courageously, he blamed himself inwardly. Instead of going back to Sovanhalts as soon as the child is dispersed tomorrow, he was going to visit the ward. It might have been beneficial if he had told the lord of such a plan.

“Long live Defelken!”

“Blessed benevolent lord!”

“Come, may you all be blessed by the light!”

By the time the boy belatedly summoned courage, the lord had already disappeared among the conscripts.