58 58. 20. It sprouts in the winter. (1) (2/2)

The mercenary commander overcame the tent. Unlike the shabby exterior, whether it was used as a meeting place for the Command, the room was well equipped.

“You, and you. They won't let anyone in here. ”

I didn't tell him to, but I saw him clean up the perimeter. He was also a mercenary.

“It's an honor to meet you. Sire. I am Antoine, who leads a mercenary army that is insignificant. ”

I asked him directly.

“Did you make a deal with the royal family? ”

“Once I had a long-term contract, ”

Antoine stares at me, saying that he has been on a contract for about a year and decides to re-contract if the battle gets longer.

“Any plans after that? ”

“There must be something about mercenaries who don't know when they're going to die. If you're lucky enough to survive, you just have to find another employer.”

I offered it to Antoine who was floating fluent.

“Let's make a deal with me. ”

“Since you made a deal with the Leonberger royal family, it's like you made a deal with His Majesty? ”

I'm not a great guy who doesn't know what I'm talking about, but he was a real snob.

“Let's make a personal arrangement with me, not with the royal family. ”

“Our mercenaries are cheap, but they're not cheap. ”

The royals have chosen and sent to support the North. That ransom is ridiculous.

It was as expected.

Of course I didn't have the money. Although there was some money given to maintain his dignity as a prince, it was not enough to hire mercenaries.

“ransom...”

But it didn't matter.

“Your manna accumulated in a crude way. ”

The ransom was not necessarily paid for by money.

“I'll turn it into a flourish. ”

Sometimes something more intangible than this type of material came out.

“I learned to never ignore the lowly technique again. ”

It was the same as it is now.

Antoine's manna was as crude as it could be with the technique of septum. Even though I don't know, the senior mercenaries in the mercenaries are similar to the authors.

And with that crude energy, I could never get to the high ground.

Sod Expert. Even the sand is piled up with impure Mana.

It was piled up the same way, but the results were never the same.

Even if the land is the same as mine, it was the difference between heaven and earth.

I recalled the karma I had built up in my heart. I recalled a poem that I made by weaving together the results I had achieved. And I took it out.

Not the power of poetry, but the power of poetry.

Burn so many Orcs that they finally reach the end of the Extraordinary.

I showed the Fox-like mercenary commander some of the remuneration I would pay.

Less. Less.

The pickpockets in the barracks began to tremble. The crude teacup shook and the barracks of mercenaries swollen like tears without wind.

I went back to grinding. The pickpockets that were falling apart became as calm as lies, and the swelling curtains were stretched again.

“Still not enough. ”

I look at Antoine. The mercenary commander, hardened like a stone, is rolling his eyeballs.

I waited still.

Everyone who heaps manas in the heart throws a harsh bait. If you were a lowly scorned swordsman, you made a humble offer.

Giving myself away from this is depriving me of my worth.

“If I could accomplish everything in words, I would already be a Swordmaster. ”

After a while Antoine opened his mouth.

Is it a rejection?

I woke up foolishly. If you won't accept it, it was enough to find someone else. Antoine grabbed me like that.

“But that might also depend on who's talking. ”

The mercenary commander added a word with a blunt face.

“I heard the words of His Majesty. ”

He was smiling humbly, but as advanced as his eyes were. Unlike the Knight of the Ring, it was the unique radiance of the man who cooked the manna in the heart.

“Give me the title. ”

Antoine asked me.

It was too much to ask the prince, but it was also a sentiment that reminded him of a pleasant future as he listened.

I laughed.

He was a funny man. Unlike the superior knights, he was a good man.

“How long will the contract last? ”

I answered Antoine's question without hesitation.

“Until I became king. ”

* *

Antoine and I made a verbal agreement.

Antoine was still looking at me, and I could see if they were really useful.

But I was sure enough that a mercenary commander like a fox would be useful to me.

“Do you know how to use Heart Mana? ”

I asked them if they knew how to use the right Mana Heart.

Antoine simultaneously pulled out the sword and dagger that he was wrenching at his waist instead of answering.

Honeybee.

I felt the mana move. He grabbed the weight and said in a low voice.

“A knife to the sword! ”

The blade flashes. Antoine said he brought it to the Dagger with such a shiny sword. The sword digs about a third of the dagger.

“This is my sword. ”

“What's that? ”

“We are singing a song called Sword, Sword. ”

I was getting bruised.

“But it's one of the swords in the industry that knows it's worth it. ”

I covered my face with my hands as I watched Antoine frown with a proud face.

Oh, my God. It's a knife.

As I know more poetry than anyone else in the world, the list of words, not even an attempt song, is the syllable of a well-known mercenary commander.

It was insane and delirious.