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?”

“What do you expect so much? Looking at the young lord’s face, they say where to use it. I wouldn’t have a wish if I took a look at those famous ‘fiancées’. There’s no way I’ll take you out to this pathetic place, but I mean.”

The chatter stopped when we reached the tent. Since the garrison was already half a mess, the squad leader listened to a sergeant screeching and nodded.

“Take care of the soldiers and start eating right away! It’s a meal specially prepared by His Excellency, so I hope you enjoy it!”

Egon’s squad let out a roar that mingled with answers and cheers, then rushed straight to the prepared food. In front of the puffed white bread, he seemed to have forgotten all the military discipline and discipline he had learned over the past week.

As it was serving food and drink to over a thousand conscripts, not many people expected the quality. However, the prepared drinks and food were surprisingly good. No, it was much better than I thought.

Egon, who dreamed of getting ahead through the military gates, spying on sergeants and officers whenever he had a chance to gather information about the Red Army, was also unable to come to his senses.

The large white bread, which I thought was just leavened with yeast, was stuffed with basil and cheese. It hadn’t been long since it came out of the oven, and with each bite, the savory taste and brownness alternately wet the nose and lips.

The duck grilled over a direct fire with plenty of oil and salt was soft and light. It was chewy to the point of being incomparable to the mountain bird that Egon and his brother-in-law and the keeper of the hunting grounds had secretly caught, and it did not give off a catchy odor.

The pork back sim with red fruit sauce was the most amazing meat he had ever eaten, and the sage leaves coated thinly with walnut powder and fried in oil were crispy and fragrant. Pancakes with eggs were Egon’s favorite dish, but he seldom got his hands on them. It was because he was worried that other conscripts would eat all the meat while he ate it.

However, there seemed to be no need to worry about running out of meat. It was because when Fu Ju-han, who came from the city, parked a meat wagon in the empty lot, several sergeants came forward and handed over a large piece of meat to build a bonfire and start grilling it.

“Hey country folk! Try harder and eat!”

A handyman who was busy carrying food urged playfully, looking back at Egon’s squad.

“The chance to eat off the lord’s lord is not very common. I have to eat twice as much to make up for my taxes!”

Egon was able to grasp the situation immediately. No matter how many servants there are in the lord’s house or ‘The Fiancée’s Mansion’, it is almost impossible to suddenly prepare food for a banquet for more than a thousand people. That is why many inns and restaurants in the city were mobilized.

Seeing that the corners of the mouths of the store owners who personally delivered the food were tearing due to their lack of hands, it seemed that the lord was not a great man to fill his stomach with a 1,000-person credit card attached.

When black wheat beer was added to the rich food, the conscripts toasted and praised the lord’s benevolence. The sun had gone down as more than a thousand men were eating and drinking noisily, but the area around the north gate was as bright as day.

“It is the lord.”

It was around that time that a sergeant opened his eyes wide as he exchanged a drink with the conscripts with a pale face. Hearing suppressed screams, the soldiers around them turned to the castle. It did not take long for the eyes of the officers, noncommissioned officers, soldiers and conscripts in the garrison to turn to one side. Egon also opened his mouth in a daze at the sight of the dozen riders.

“His Excellency Phoenix von Dfelken, the master of the Prince of Dfelken and the lifelong enemy of the vassal of the Empire of Vermi K-Ström, is in command! Everyone set an example!”

A knight wearing full body armor painted dark red shouted for the garrison to leave. Most conscripts could tell the knight’s true identity just by looking at that ugly piece of armor.

Aka ‘thorny’ Fritz. Among the knights led by the Red Lord, he was famous for being the most savage and was implicitly regarded as the head of the ‘guard’.

Behind him, the bodyguards were lined up in plate armor.

The short-haired shorthead must have been Sir Steedman, the ‘bald dwarf’, and the one with a longbow in a helmet resembling a bird of prey was Sir Cole, the ‘giant hunter’. In addition, about a dozen riders were following, but Egon, who was very interested in the Red Army, could not recognize each one of them.

Of course, it wasn’t difficult at all to find their bodyguards.

Anyone who saw a two-horned beast so huge that a sturdy warhorse looked like a pony and couldn’t figure out who the man riding it must have been an idiot.

“…Is that the Prince of Phoenix?”

Alban, who was standing next to Egon’s dumbfounded words, took a look at the sergeants’ eyes in fright and pulled the boy’s arm at the same time.

“You must be the prince, ‘Nari,’ you bastard- Hurry up and spread your eyes!”

Egon was startled and lowered his head. But even for a moment, the boy couldn’t suppress his curiosity and glanced at the lord and his party.

Greeted by various officials, including Murg and Gollman, the prince leisurely drove the bike. When the training battalion commander, Murg, reported something, he roughly nodded and pointed to Jang-han next to him. Jang Han had just taken off his helmet, revealing a round bald head from the top of his head and a large scar around his mouth. Egon could see that the commander was Conwyer, the military commander and combat brigade commander of the Prince of Defelken.

For a moment, Egon’s attention turned to the lord again, even though he was momentarily distracted by the second-in-command of the Red Army.

‘The Red Knight’, ‘The Terror of Zelntree’, ‘The Rider of Madness’, ‘The Undead’, ‘The Slayer with Only the Blade’, ‘The Decapitator’, ‘The Sword Breaker’, ‘The Red Lord’, etc.

In the boy’s imagination, Phoenix was a terrifying giant riding on a beast and commanding the battlefield, but in reality it was a little different.

The fact that they were riding a bicorn was the same. Even the monster seed, one head taller than the tall Egon, looked half a span smaller than the lord, so his size was great.

However, his attire and atmosphere were completely different from what I had imagined.

First of all, Phoenix was much younger than expected and was unrealistically handsome. I don’t know if he vaguely assumed that he was older because of his status and reputation, but Egon seemed to be in his mid-twenties at most. The moderately tanned skin was smooth even from a distance, and the high nose and red lips were exquisitely balanced. His eyebrows were straight and dark, and his eyes were long and deep. At first glance, it seemed cold, but a drowsy yawn covered it up.

Instead of wearing armor resembling the skin of an iron dragon, he was wearing luxurious but informal clothes. A gold-trimmed vest was worn over a loosely draped red silk gown, and the hem of loose cotton trousers fluttered softly.

There was no weapon to be found, and the feet in the stirrups were wearing round-nosed slippers instead of sturdy boots or iron footpads. In the middle of the arch, the cold wind of February, the heel and the peach bone were clearly showing, and Egon was confused.

The lord, who was dressed in a comfortable outfit that was unique among the fully armed bodyguards, glanced back and said something. When Tiloria, the female swordswoman who rode the horse behind her, blushed, he giggled reproachfully. When Fritz, who was ahead of him, was beaten up, the lord gave him a stop.

‘…what? Is that the red knight? What am I looking at?’

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.