59 59Ch. 20. It sprouts in the winter. (2) (1/2)

“Are other people's swords like this? ”

I asked just in case. Antoine nods as if natural. There is a difference in efficiency, but others' swords are too small.

“That's crazy.”

It was hard to get my head tied.

Where did the beautiful poetry that sang glorious amusement go, and where did the weather of the Saviors who wanted to reach the transcendence go?

The crude and crude words were the only legacy left in the glorious era of GuangYoung, so I was more than embarrassed.

Sitting in a chair, he grabbed a stubborn head, and Antoine looked at it and asked.

“Do you have something you don't like? ”

I did not answer. One or two things you don't like.

For now, I asked about the swordsman's wishes.

Antoine's answer to that was really poetic.

I learned from one of my senior mercenaries when I was young. It wasn't just about learning, it was about giving away wealth.

I was choked.

I didn't even imagine there would be people buying and selling carpets in the heavens and the earth.

But there was this guy. Right here in front of my eyes.

It was a real end.

Of course, in the past, it was not uncommon to borrow the karma that others had accumulated. Sometimes monarchs give poetry to my knights in return for their dedication and service.

But that was an exception, and there were conditions. The recipient of the Old Horse of the City had to contribute more than a certain amount to the building of the city.

That was at least a way to transmit the poem as much less damaging as possible to others without blood.

Naturally, the knights did not trade poetry in exchange for money in any case. It was a way to take down the poetry more clearly than any other act.

There was evidence right in front of his eyes.

”Knife Cutting”

Even the most bizarre song I've ever heard before was originally an intact poem.

As long as it is passed down through the mouth of the unworthy, they will lose the whole verse, and even its horror and strength will be corrupted, and it will come to pass now.

At least the slightest force left is because the phrase is extremely simple and easy to understand.

I filled my tongue.

“He's only been chasing me for half a year. I invested my entire fortune, but I saved my life a few times later, so it wasn't a casualty business. ”

But I went after him for half a year to learn the poetry of that troublesome landscape. Karma invested her entire life in a mortgage to learn a list of clumsy words that didn't even feel the urgency of poetry.

I realized the moment I heard that.

You know, if I had a hammer, I'd almost use a barge.

I wouldn't know if I didn't know. I couldn't use a bargain, you know.

“I will change the terms of the contract. ”

Antoine, who was chatty, opened his eyes.

“20 years.”

The original contract was until I ascended the throne. I turned that period into 20 years of service.

“Twenty years is a pack. That's as much as a permanent contract. No mercenary in the world makes such promises.” Antoine rebelled, and I snorted.

It is not a permanent contract, but a subordinate contract.

I pulled the sword.

“Your Majesty? ”

Flawless Antoine steps back.

“You've been chasing me for half a year. ”

Looking at Antoine like that, he asked.

“Did you invest all your wealth when you were young? ”

Antoine's face hardened.

“How much did you spend your life on such a crude old horse? ”

The swordsman, who was proud of it, was ridiculed, making planting uncomfortable.

I recited the poem of the soul in such a small way, looking at Antoine.

A green corpse was piled up and a red nail appeared beneath it.

And honour your soul before me.

The blue flame rises on a massive scale.

“How much is this old horse worth? ”

The sword is drawn. The insignia of a silver fox burns into a blue flame.

“What's your 20 years worth? ”

I put out my sword again. Looking at the sword shoved in front of his neck, Antoine swallowed the honeycomb.

“I'll give you time to think. ”

I reaped the sword.

“But I won't wait that long. ”

I turned around.

Until the moment he left the barracks, Antoine did not open his mouth. But I left the barracks without hesitation. I saw the longing in Antoine's eyes that faced the flame of the soul.

The treasure that he was proud of was not even a stone on the side of the road, and since he knew that the real treasure was in front of his eyes, Antoine would come to me sooner or later.

“Mmm.”

I looked at the wall. I drew a picture of the mountain range beyond. And I measured the presence there.

I felt a massive presence that would be incomparable with all the creatures nearby.

The Warlord has been stationary for almost two months. I would occasionally roar and show off my presence, but there was no way out of it.

I don't know why the slow but restless one suddenly pressed into the seat, and why he panicked.

I was just glad I had time.

But the time was not infinite.

He was a tyrant who trampled and conquered, not a ruler who remained in one place and prospered in the kingdom. I didn't know when it would be, but he will definitely start moving again.

and will finally come to this place.

Before that, I had to be as prepared as I could.

* *

As soon as the day was clear, I went to Vincent and asked him to borrow someone.

Three light rangers in the geography of the mountains, three trackable rangers.

“Not with those who used to be with His Majesty. ”

Vincent asked me what I wanted.

“I'm not going on patrol this time. ”

A faithful winter saint's eldest son became a suspicious face.

He asked, ”What are you trying to do with only six people who don't have to scout?”

“Hunting.”

It wasn't just the Orcs in the mountains. There were countless large and small monsters, and in the intermediary, there were also monsters that were undeniably strong compared to the Orcs.

The so-called King of the Mountains.

Trolls called immortal predators.