Albrecht's Chronicles

If the dragon moves water to find a place to live, it will ascend from the pond to the stream, from the river to the sea, and finally to the sky.

The human mind was like this, so it might be able to hold the world from town to city, from territory to kingdom, and finally.

Albrecht sinned in his hometown, wandered around the city, and found rest in the territory, but eventually left everything behind and ran away.

He killed countless people in the city and fed and clothed them on the territory.

Albrecht instinctively thought that if he went to the shrine, he would decide how many people he would kill or save.

What's the difference between killing one person and killing 10? 100? 1,000? On the contrary, would it be better to kill 100 people instead of 1,000?

If I forbid plunder, will my men follow me? Can you forbid the scent of murder, rape, arson, and carnage by simply tapping it with force?

The plunder of this world was the right of knights and soldiers and the redistribution of wealth. In order to prohibit plunder, you must provide as much wealth as plunder. Where do you get that kind of wealth?

In Earth's history, why did Saladin negotiate with Balian to save the Christians in Jerusalem? There must have been a lot of protesters. How could that be possible?

Unlike Earth's history, the world's shrine was originally managed by the League of Merchants.

Albrecht had never been there himself, but I heard that coastal cities on the Eastern continent live well mixed up despite their diversity and belief in other religions.

Because this city had nothing to do but trade in the first place, North Continent people and East Continent people are only interested in making money, and they don't really care what they believe.

Among them, religions have many other lovers, and they have a family. Personally, no matter how much they converted, they lived well as a whole.

I don't know how Amas took over the coastal cities and the people who believe in the cross, but the people who live there live well, and people far away are pagans.

Another difference from Earth history is that the slogan of holy garb is the same, but this was essentially reopening trade routes closed by Amaz.

Whether people made pilgrimage or not to the League of Merchants, it was a secondary issue. The ironic and funny thing was that the Crusaders were triggered because of the League of Merchants themselves, and they were selling their boats for money to the public.

After all, we needed men to fight for the Holy See, hundreds of thousands, but we only had 50,000 troops. With the exception of those with only spears who were not equipped properly, the combat force was 20,000.

I overheard Albrecht say Amas has 100,000 troops. Please, I just hope that number doesn't mean real combat troops.

Albrecht led the Knights on a pilgrimage to safety, or trained them to run in formation.

Many knights led directly from the war, so their training was straightforward.

Even though I didn't have to give the knights salary or staff, I basically needed operating expenses.

So Albrecht got permission from the Pope to do loans or escort merchants to a nearby city.

I can't believe the Knights are doing loan business. They may be a bit shabby, but they're making a lot of money, but they're making a lot of money.

I lent money under collateral or guarantor, and even though I lowered the interest rate, I made so much money that I had to be so positive that the Pope or merchants would notice how well I made it.

Loan sharks are the best knights in the world, so there's hardly any money to be lost. That's why Albrecht started paying the knights.

Albrecht made immediate payments on his payday a rule of thumb because of the constant lag, including war. I couldn't give him much. It was because I didn't know what would happen if I went to the sanctuary.

Albrecht has been sitting at his desk most of the day, aside from his big training.

“Master, it's an operation meeting. He wants to come.”

Randolph opens his door to Albrecht and says,

Albrecht nods his head hard at the desk and raises his head. Recently, I was busy with my personal rehabilitation business with my work schedule.

“Mission meeting?”

This era was essentially a herd. That meant that if the subject of the war stood with a flag, he would gather the summoned troops and gather them together to make a name for himself.

It was the same with the war in the middle. Then Albrecht joined forces and Leopold mounted an attack to see if the young king's weight would be even bigger.

The Crusaders were a bit particular, but there were no significant differences. Gathering under the Pope's banner, it was a matter of who to choose.

Currently, the crusaders were the largest and not the merchant gate, but Hestein, who made a lot of money in brokerage trade in the north and south east. Albrecht had the most knights.

And there was a man named Balthazar, who was not a laggard, but a middle-aged man who united the lords.

My factions in the Crusade have never had the pleasure of being called Hefty. But it seemed like we were about to leave for the Sanctuary.

“Got it. I'll be right there. ”

Albrecht gets up from his seat after placing his quill, clearing out the paperwork.

You and Randolph walk through Ramus' cathedral to Philipp's room. He was a general commander by name.

Albrecht walks into Philip's room and sees people.

Philipp sits at the top, and Hestein is right in front of him. And there was an empty seat across the street that seemed to be Albrecht's seat.

There was a man named Balthazar in the room, and there was a man coming out of a merchant door. Others, who appear to be Philip's younger brother or deputy, stand behind him.

On the central table is a map of the southern peninsula and the west coast of the eastern continent. It was like seeing Michelangelo's creation of the heavens and the earth turned upside down.

The man named Balthazar doesn't look very old, but his hair is gray. He looks a little funeral when he sees Albrecht.

Hestein seems to have managed to avoid Albrecht's eyes.

When Albrecht sat down, Philip said,

“The Knight Leader is here, so let the meeting begin. ”

Then he pointed to the tip of the peninsula that protruded west from the eastern continent.

“First, Amas is sweeping the coastal cities from below. I think we should regroup here at Salamis City, then sweep down the coast and settle things with Amas. What do they think?”

For a moment, no one spoke. Hestein looks at the map and says, "Throw."

“How are you going to get my troops? I don't care because I have a boat. ”

The distance between the North and East ends of the peninsula is quite far from what I expected. It wasn't nearly as touching as Constantinople on Earth.

If I met the storm incorrectly, I could have landed in a harsh place, but I needed a ship with up to 50,000 troops, all gone.

Hestein is the broker, and apparently he has the most ships.

As Hestein speaks, Philip looks at the man from the Merchants Gate. A tenacious old man who handed his white head over to the all-bag said.

“Our League of Merchants will lend you a boat. First of all, once you and Lord Hestein arrive at Salamis with your troops, I suggest that the Knight Captain take the rest of the troops in second. Finally, Lord Balthazar would like you to leave with a follower. ”

First, they landed in the main force, learned the terrain, and then Balthazar joined forces with his followers.

However, it seemed possible to carry nearly 20,000 troops, the main force, in two times.

Seeing that he was killed in the League of Merchants, I was just worried that General Dongwon had fallen.

Moreover, unlike Earth's history, there was a prison called Salamishi. Surprisingly, Jin himself could have been easy.

“What are you going to do with the supplies? ”

Albrecht asked.

“We plan to take your supplies and our supplies aboard and run our supply ships along the coast. ”

Reasonable. Whatever supplies were best doubled. Because the supply by road and the supply by sea is nearly five to 10 times different.

If we supply them by road, we forget about them on the way. The longer the road was rough, the worse it got.

There was not much disagreement with Philip's opinion on the landing operation. If there was a difference of opinion, it seemed to come from deployment when I arrived and entered the actual battle.

The strategy is set. First we arrive at Salamis and then we make a stop along the coastline. We'll have another tactical meeting there, but I don't think everyone's as controversial as we are now.

Thereafter, there was a meeting about the date of departure and specific practices. Albrecht doesn't know much about boats, so he only listens to people from the League of Merchants. There was nothing particularly bothering me.

In the summer of the Great Northwestern Wind, they were stranded to set sail. Albrecht thought he should start cleaning up his loan business here. I had to prepare for war.

As Albrecht tidies up his business, he has more time to go to Ramus' shore and look at the harbor.

The harbor was packed with boats, and the docks were barrels full of people.

However, most of these ships were not carrying armies, but pilgrims now.

What are we going to do if we don't have an army in Holy Grail that Amas has already occupied? They were just one way to go to heaven. They were packing boats for a trip to another continent.

We may be able to use them as troop resources in modern times, but this was a time when we had to arm ourselves to join the army.

That's why they were just continuing to flock like fireflies to the wharf with one will to heaven, no matter what fate awaited them on the other continent. The boat wages were skyrocketing.

And there were many incoming ships as well as outgoing boats in the harbor. A lot of people were getting off at the docks. In the middle, a vigorous man comes down wearing a hood.

He makes two tours, then leaves for Ramus. Then I rode up the hill and saw Albrecht looking down at the harbor, glittering blonde hair. A smile rises from his mouth and he shouts.

“Albrecht!”

* * *

Diego was the Lord of Vivar and an arms dealer. I was busy living my life with Lucretia and Vivar, leaving accounts in Lloyd Beck's city, but I was feeling limited.

When are we going to stabilize the territory by selling weapons? We were guarding the territory from the bandits, but we couldn't get rid of them completely.

They are constantly wandering far and wide, looking for an opportunity to rob them. In order to prevent them from attacking Vivar, we need the castle.

Diego tried to lumber people and build a castle, but the southern trees, unlike the northern ones, were thin and sturdy. Eventually, the timber had to be imported.

I felt limited in arming and fighting people. Then somewhere, I had to make big money. He intuitively thought it was an opportunity for the Crusaders to resolve their concerns.

He risked his life and came south across the harsh winter North Sea, risking his life again to fight the miners and set Vivar free. He's still going on a life-threatening adventure.

However, I couldn't help but overhear the news of Albrecht as I was overwhelmed by the troops guarding Vivar.

A knight who joined Ramus with the Pope. A knight who defeated thousands with a thunderous command. Master of the Licence Knights, the first and largest of the Knights.

He asked his brother to join the Crusade on his own. Of course it wasn't barefoot. I thought if I worked hard to help him capture the cities of the Eastern Continent, I could create a better funding situation.

“Diego!”

Albrecht hurdles towards Diego, smiling brightly at his blonde hair.

“Haha, what are we doing here, Lord Vivar? ”

Diego smiles, but something is bitter.

Albrecht wondered if there was something wrong with Diego's face when he was young.

We met almost two years ago, but they didn't do it right. Diego takes a deep breath.

“Well, Albrecht. No offense, but I have a favor to ask. ”

Diego speaks frankly about his concerns.

Albrecht listens carefully and wants to know what kind of bread this is, so he grabs Diego and burns him in the back. Then I went to the cathedral, sat at the head of the desk.

“If you're short on hands, hire an employee. I need you to take over administrative work for me. From now on, you are the supply of the Knights. ”

Albrecht said he cleaned up his business, but after his administrative work, he had little time to get off his desk.

There was no one left to leave the knights alone. Moreover, when it came to money, I couldn't hire someone as quick as I could. Diego was qualified.

I was worried about dying at my desk because I couldn't even fight anymore. I appointed Diego as a supply boy for the Knights.

Diego is puzzled. He thinks he's going to fight with his spear in his hand. He doesn't think he's going to sit at his desk. But this was Diego's area of expertise.

Albrecht had entrusted Diego with all of his administrative duties, including the principle of paying wages in a timely manner, such as bulk, cash payments, munitions management, human resource management, and other duties. He was determined to focus on the battle.

Albrecht told Diego that his gaze was dull.

“Haha, again, you can hire an employee or do it yourself. I'm going out.”

After saying that, Albrecht just left the room. Diego is dazed for a while, sitting at his desk with a quill.

Diego suddenly felt that he might suffer more than he had ever imagined.

As Diego arrived, the organization chart of the Lizen Knights consisted of the Great Knight Captain Albrecht, Deputy Randolph, Infantry Commander Herman, and Supply Officer Diego.

Beyond that, there were elite knights, elite knights, and the plains below, and infantry below.

Determining the quality of the army was to have a system of organization everywhere.

If we could trust each other and add the great command of the commander based on our brotherhood, it would also be possible to create an army of devastation.

Though not meticulously constructed, Diego joins the ranks and becomes the headquarters of the legion. Until then, it was literally like a powerless group of knights.

Albrecht was meant to have his own army. A vast army of 1,000 knights and 1,000 infantry men, no king could have in this age.

Is it possible to have an army like this in Oberburn? No matter how hard you squeeze the villagers.

Then, one fine July day, when the sea breeze blew in the summer, the Pope announced the date of departure. The departure date was August 15.

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