Albrecht's Chronicles

In the golden waves of Aqaten's wheat field, he had short, curly hair after the harvest, and large straws were scattered all over the place.

The first snow of late fall scattered and landed on a barren wheat field, informing me that winter was coming.

The world tried to change into white clothes, but it was not possible for people to walk along. It was because there was no time for snow to accumulate in my diligent footsteps.

However, it is now unclear that there are thousands of Elves leading the way in Albrecht, Rosamund and Weska.

Farmers who had spent time with their families at the fireplace in the house, escaping General Furan, all of them left the house, forgetting the cold, and watching the fantasies and myths.

And the mythological race also wondered about the human world and humans. For them, humans were also a species of illusions and myths.

Dwarves used to hang out with Northern Warriors in the lower heavenly mountains, though, because the Elves had been disconnected from Humans for thousands of years.

When the two different worlds met, they used to stir up friction, but neither humans nor elves seemed to have any hostility towards each other. However, Albrecht wondered.

‘Where and how did they live and why did they come back here? ’

I expected her to answer me, watching Westard walk beside me, but she just smiles lightly and doesn't stop talking.

‘We have a lot of time, so we can ask her later. ’

The snow feet that were flying in the sky from the air seemed to warm the hearts of those who saw, although their nature was cold.

Albrecht remembers the scattered snow of his stay in Karagat, Ragnar's hometown.

Like that, I tried to reach out my hand to get my eyes, but the snowflower that was sitting on the palm of my hand quickly melted away.

Wescade wiggles his staff, and sparkling eyes bloom from the palm of Albrecht's hand.

Albrecht smiles at Wesard. Wescade also smiled face to face. Albrecht scatters his snow blossoms gently into the air, and the powder scatters.

Every now and then, when the elves whistle and blow, little birds of the wild fly around or sit on their fingertips.

The people's eyes widened. It was because it looked like he was talking to birds.

After leaving everything else, the human race was heavily influenced by the first impression or appearance of the other. Albrecht thought so.

Elves had a good look, both men and women, and their teeth were neat, and sometimes smiling made the viewer feel good for no reason.

Hearing that Albrecht was attacked, Zigmunt, Hroelf and Wilhelm jumped in and joined him.

Among them, there were 2,000 and 1,000 mid-boxes. Half of the mid-box died.

The remaining wounded were severely injured in arms, legs, head, and body, wrapped in awkward craftsmanship.

Those who cared for them were fighting together, and they were not healthcare professionals.

As you take a break, the elves reach out for favor first. After approaching the wounded and applying ointment or crushing the herbs, the mild lighted palm touched the area of the wound. Surprisingly, the small wounds healed quickly and the serious injuries improved noticeably.

The severed limb did not regrow, but it was fortunate not to die of a lack of blood or infection.

Without Albrecht, the soldiers who used to turn into gangsters and thugs were also surprised and bowed their heads in gratitude to the mysterious beings.

And he proposed a deal right away. I gave out gold or silver coins in exchange for Elvish herbs and ointments.

But the elves shake hands with a smile. They said they could make it anytime, so just take it. And he taught me to make materials or make recipes with pleasure.

Unconditional favors didn't look so good. It was because man was an animal who did not know the satisfaction of the unknown. Albrecht remains silent for a while.

The rest of the soldiers bet on whether the Elves pooped or peed, and the Elves were just like humans. Albrecht was also curious, but he solved the curiosity and was refreshed.

Moreover, legend has it that he doesn't eat meat, but he slaughtered, dismantled and roasted rabbits, and ate them well.

However, the elven society was also a new identity society, and the priests called Hielves who shine in the skin and eyes at night did not really eat meat.

And as far as Albrecht knows, there's no evidence that he saw them taking a shit.

We were curious about each other, but it seemed that Humans were a little more sarcastic. So Albrecht naturally separated the Elves from the others.

On the second day of Westard's march and joining, I met with Richard, who was rushing with his army.

Richard heard the report, but he was really distracted when the Elves were coming with the Emperor. Oh, my God, what's going on?

Soon after dark, the snow settles steadily in the midst of a barren camp. Nearly 20,000 troops and thousands of elves each camped or tented within a distance.

While people light fires to calm the cold, the elves rarely light a fire.

So the soldiers' camp looked like a cluster of stars from afar, and the elves' camp was just dark.

The Crucible Milky Way was caught in the sky, and the crescent moon was floating as if it were sitting by a window.

Since the war was short, there were no command barracks. The nobles gathered at the Emperor's barracks.

It was to discuss the issue of pre- and post-disposal after defeating the Orc King.

Originally, Zigmunt, Wilhelm and Hrrolf were left behind to deal with it, but the Albrecht raid left Gascony as a deserter.

It was a big deal, but if you let it go on, it'll attract bugs.

Because of the time when there were no light bulbs, not fluorescent lamps, the tent of the emperor was illuminated by several lamps and candles. As always, the sound and spirit overflowed.

On one side, Rosamund was sitting at the bedside, sewing, and on the other, Einhart was sketching or writing on a thick piece of paper with a charcoal and a collar pen.

With the exception of Rosamund, everyone had a hot beard and a high nostril, causing shadows to settle in the eyes or clown area.

All these sights seemed more cozy than anxious. Personalities like Randolph, Herman, Jurgen, Zigmunt, Rishar, Wilhelm, Hrolph and Erbin sat around comfortably, rather than lining up their little tables.

Albrecht was wearing a tunic of dark blue silk, which Najjik said while touching his beard.

“In the meantime, I've decided to choose a separate knight and seat him as Lord of Gascony. I want the format to go the way you appointed it, Richard. Accept the immigrants actively, as there are few populations. No matter how fertile a land is, it needs people to produce something. And I'm going to install an Adventurer Guild, so watch out for them. If you take off one sheath, you'll have to control them like gangsters. ”

“I understand.”

Richard nods, lowering his head. Albrecht continues, not looking at him, but just looking down a little.

“And cooperate with Wilhelm or Randolph, if there are any lords in Velez or in Aqaten who oppose you. Get in touch with each other often and stay close. Then you won't be able to squeak because you're naturally overwhelmed. The Emperor's Path passes through Veles to Gascony - it will cut through the former King's passage.See if you can find any complaints here. ”

The way of the Emperor was to pay taxes only to the Emperor. Due to lack of transportation and communication, the provincial lords had to protect the emperor's rights while guarding the Emperor's path.

It was also a nuisance to the lords and, in some ways, a violation of their rights.

I don't care if they're in the gut, Albrecht's sidekick, but there are many lords in the world.

None of them understood how important it was to move logistics or to propagate technology.

In fact, if anyone benefits from the Emperor's path, we have to push hard in this area because there are those who suffer losses.

One of the most important policies for connecting the world and exercising the Imperial influence that Albrecht has never been able to concede. Plus, it was a lot of money.

With the exception of Zigmunt or Richard, few truly understand this in the intestine.

Randolph was merely confused, and others like Hermann and Wilhelm told him to do it.

“When do you disband your troops? ”

Randolph looks at Albrecht and asks. Albrecht looks down and looks at Randolph.

Although he recovered cleanly thanks to Wesard, he was almost killed trying to protect himself.

I felt a natural leaning towards him, and I smiled unknowingly.

“Apart from Richard, we'll have to disband next spring. Don't you have to suffer from stubbornness? In addition to paying compensation to the warrior families, I will give a special combat allowance to all soldiers. I hope everyone enjoyed their stay in Veles. ”

Randolph nods. This time, Zigmund looks at Albrecht and asks.

“When spring comes, you'll die in Wrightingen, won't you? There's the Eastern business, and the Kingdom of Congestion is suffering from Orc tribes. Plus, vampires don't really show up, so it's full of cemeteries and marshes and necrosurgents. Maybe it's time to pay attention to the nazi. ”

The Kingdom of Congestion was a region below the Lambevard Peninsula, where Lucretia is located. It is Diego's territory, and it has always been a very shitty kingdom.

It was a zigmunt that was always right. Even if he was right, there was someone who hated the merchant, but Zigmund was a little different. I used to feel threatened every time I said the right thing.

Albrecht personally disliked Zigmunt, but he was the Emperor's father-in-law and Duke of Östern. It was the most powerful force and influence in the empire.

It didn't seem like Zigmunt cared much, but the existence itself was awkward. Albrecht said, skillfully hiding his insides.

“The Grand Duke is right. It's been four years since he led his army on the battlefield in Wrightingen. It's time to pay attention to the nazi. From now on, I'm going to have to sit down with the Imperial family a little bit more aggressively. The Grand Duke is very helpful. ”

Albrecht wanted to keep it closer, the more threatening he was. Jigment looks slightly lowered in the cold impression, and Randolph or Hermann looks strangely at him.

I didn't want to be in the same place as Zigmunt before, but after eating military meals together, I felt a little lonely.

However, I still didn't like him. Richard also had a lot of help from Zigmunt, so he had a favorable look.

In a static and cozy landscape, each had a different atmosphere.

The emperors, the nobles, the Eurgens, Hermann and Hrrolf had their own ideas.

Then the knight said outside the Emperor's tent.

“Your Grace, the Elves would like to see you. ”

Albrecht nodded his head as he thought he needed to discuss realistic matters with the Elves at any time.

“Tell them to come in. ”

A short while later, ten High Elves take the lead in Wesard. Rosamund, sewing on the other side of the tent, looks up at the elves, including Westard.

Albrecht stood up and welcomed some kind of guest.

“Welcome. Mr. Weskard, come sit over here. Make room for the Elves, too. ”

The emperor stood up and the nobles, including Randolph, Zigmunt and others, stood up. The nobles are still strangers to the Elves. I couldn't figure out how to deal with it.

Einhardt and his knights come to the table with chairs. The High Elves were holding a white straight staff or a crooked wooden staff, all seated in an elegant, calm motion. They felt like they had reached a high altitude together.

Though no one intended to, the High Elves have become sitting face to face with the nobles. It was like a conference room.

The staff shifts, and a shimmering glow rises from the air. The shadows of the inside of the tent brighten.

Even with simple magic, the nobles fell frozen, and Rosamund came and sat next to Albrecht one day.

Albrecht looks like he's sitting on both sides of Westard and Rosamund. Einhart's record-keeping hands are quicker.

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