Chapter 7 (1/2)
Chapter 7 - Earning A Gifted Person’s Goodwill (1)
Translator: Rockgollem
Editor: Deus Ex Machina
A systee suddenly popped up
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What? 80 renown and 2,000 achievement points!
“It’s an extravagant glory for someone like me”
“That is not true It is what you deserve However, we should treat your wounds first”
“I feel fine, but things are starting to get blurry”
I never felt it, but after taking a look, I found myself covered in wounds
“Of course”
A cavalryis
“Lady Walpurgis!”
“What is it?”
“The Prince-Elector wishes to see the mercenary who captured the enemy colours”
“Very well However, his injuries are grave Tell his highness the ”
“Understood!”
It was a huge gamble, but it worked as I planned I could finally uardian character Aquila specifically stated relationshi+ps with guardian characters was vital in playthrough as a regular character
“Ah, the Iron Prince-Elector also per house”
“A good news”
After that, I was helped by priests who had set up a te house However, they only used minimal amount of holy power to heal me to the point thatpoas such a rare commodity in this world
If I didn’t e soldier like et healed like this It would still take me months to fully heal and return to noreant Schultz, who had his life saved grabbed my hand emotionally
“Thank you, Valler If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now”
His eyes were tearing up This gigantic man was more sentimental than people would expect He wouldn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy, but he was an emotional man when it came to subordinates he bonded with
Not too long ago, when a man named Lindz died, Schultz even sent half a year’s worth of his own salary to Lindz’s fa stepped on battlefield dirt longer than I have, he did not have much to his name other than equipments on his body
“You’re a grown man, you shouldn’t cry”
“Who said I was crying? I just had some dirt in my eyes”
He looked like a mountain bandit, but way he tried to hide his embarrassment was funny to watch
“You were always good to eant I’m only happy I could repay it”
“No, I didn’t do anything It was all you”
I told him to rest up
“I’ll bethe Prince-Elector I’ll petition him so we can return home, so you just wait here”
“Thank you I sincerely thank you”
Marx, Telmann and others swarmed over to my side
“Squad Leader Valler! If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead I put this life you saved in your hands, Squad Leader”
“Me, too, Squad Leader I may not be talented, but please call on me if you ever need help”
I could feel heartfelt sincerity in their words They considered me a true comrade I shook every soldier’s hand one by one In those shakes, I felt so beyond the warmth of their hands I wanted to treasure these deep bonds even in the future
The past me built relationshi+ps with heroes incomparable to people like these These men were unbelievably weak co Plus, there were sos you could do only because you were a normal person
“Then, I’ll be back soon Ah, what’s the Iron Elector-Prince’s name, Marx?”
Marx looked a on top of his makeshi+ft bed
“Squad Leader, how do you not know your own Kreigsherren’s na except money and sword”
Kreigsherren referred to the lord who hired the mercenaries for a war There was no way a mercenary wouldn’t know his own employer’s name So I hastily came up with an excuse
“It just slipped my mind”
Marx clicked his tongue atme
“Tsk, tsk They say if you only practice sword, your head e other people It see just like you, Squad Leader, but I won’t be going down that path You’d forget even your own parents’ names”
“You bastard!”
“Urrrk!”
He fell back when I lightly pressed his wound with a finger