Albrecht's Chronicles

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Albrecht wanted to slaughter a huge beast, but it seemed to be a good thing. Erik goes to the timber camp and gathers the children while he's away.

“Hold on tight. I'm gonna slit your throat one at a time. Watch this."

The cow seems to know it's trying to kill itself. I didn't make a ruckus, but I tried to step back and enter the barn again. I'm shaking my head with a cry.

Albrecht wanted them to hold on to their heads a little better, but chopping them off would also be a good practice.

You raise your sword overhead and concentrate. And then it explodes momentarily and drops down. It was as fast as a light arrow and heavy at the same time.

Those around him felt as if Albrecht was holding a sword over his head and just stepping down. I watched the intermediate process but didn't see it.

The cow's head was cut off in one fell swoop. The children who were holding the head of the cow tightly with a rope slammed the buttocks. The cutting edges were so clean that no blood was spilled right away. After a short while, the blood spills like a fountain. The severed head was not dead for a while, but his tongue was ripped out and his eyes were puffed up, and he was completely dead by the time he covered up his blood. The huge body of the cow collapses sideways, convulsing and stopping.

“Wow, you're killing the commander! ”

The kids around me came around. Some children followed Albrecht with a stick. Albrecht walks into Erik's temporary hut with his severed head. I laid down the straw and brushed the blade against the bed covering it. Then I threw the bull's head on the bed. When you return, Erik smiles, wondering what he would look like.

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Albrecht waits for dinner, looking out the window at the setting sun in his room. The whole first floor was a hall and was a place for families to eat. When I was not eating, I pushed the long table in one side and my father sat on the chair of the lord to deal with accusations or trials of criminals. He also took the advice of the bishop or steward to carry out the official work.

The second floor was Albrecht's room, his parents' room, and the third floor was just a watchtower. In fact, once the outer wall, which is the barricade, was breached, it was over. Aseng, what? I decided that if I became Lord, I would build a larger star with the territories.

Burkhardt then rides into the castle, shouting in a very angry voice.

“Albrecht! Albrecht! Get out here now! ”

Burkhardt called Albrecht by his real name, not by his affections, because he was furious.

Albrecht instinctively knew. They found out you killed the cow. Erik's temporary cabin was far away from Mount Hoen-Carltern, not where his father was going. Erik must have snitched.

Albrecht went out into the courtyard. Adelhyde looks at his son in the middle, surprised.

“What the hell is going on? ”

Albrecht ignored his mother and went out into the courtyard. Burkhardt glanced at Albrecht with eagle-like eyes.

“Do you have any idea what you've done? ”

“He was rude to me. That's why I took revenge. ”

“What!? You've finally lost your mind! ”

In Albrecht's unexpected answer, Burkhardt seems to be spilling blood upside down.

Burkhardt steps off his horse, comes up to Albrecht, kicks him out in the front row.

Adelhyde screams in surprise.

“Honey!”

Burkhardt grabs Albrecht by the collar, forcefully raises him up, and starts punching him in the face with a leather glove.

Albrecht was right. It didn't matter that he was sick. It was the first time my father hit himself with this kind of violence. It was shocking.

Adelhyde and Peters, the Bishop of the Territory, were startled to dry Burkhardt with their bodies.

“Let go! Your wife, stay back! I must make this man a man today! ”

Burkhardt lets out a loud roar, like a lion or a tiger. You push Adelhyde and Peter away. Albrecht was heartbroken to see his mother fall.

Albrecht had never seen his father so angry that he lost his mind. He was strict, but always cold. He pointed out the wrong part and then put it against the wall, then he used to slap his thighs with a stick.

Burkhardt pushes Albrecht down and loosens the sod belt. Then he started beating Albrecht with fear.

Albrecht was overwhelmed with grief. What did I do so wrong? Can I hit my son for a cow like that? You can ask if you want to...

Adelhyde tries to dry Burkhardt with his body several times. Every time I went out, I hung on. Albrecht wept.

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Albrecht was seized by the sword and placed under probation. It was not as a father, but as a lord. I couldn't leave the room until my probation was resolved.

I was lying in my room, and Peters, the bishop, came in to heal my wounds.

As a bishop, Peter helped the lord by taking care of administrative duties, not just mass. If Chamberlain Hans was in charge of managing the site received from the territories and administrative tasks such as warehouse management, Peters recorded and managed the ordering and transportation of cash and timber.

Peters applied ointment to Albrecht's torn or bruised skin.

“You've gone too far this time. ”

“Are you saying I'm wrong? ”

Peter said with a look of awkwardness.

“Isn't that right? ”

“Wouldn't it be enough for me to pay for a cow? But you hit me like this as a son. It's too much for my father. ”

Peter immediately said something with a fabulous look on his face. He cleared his mind and said again.

“Young master, the cow is not just a cow. It was the most important asset to Erik, and that was it. It is the Lord's duty to protect the lives and property of the colonists. You are the Lord's heir. On the contrary, it is not just to repay and end the damage done to the property of the territory. It was a breach of obligation. ”

There are a few people in the territory who are not afraid of Albrecht, no matter how powerful he is. It was Father, Mother, Arnold, and Peter. Father and Peter always said it was an honor and a duty, but Albrecht was boring and boring. What's so wrong with a strong man doing what he wants?

“Hmph. Again with the fuss. I'm sick of it."

“Young master.”

Peter shakes his head with a sad face. I stood up after putting ointment on the wound without saying a word.

“I used to think of your strength as a blessing from God. Now I think it might be a curse. ”

After two days, all the sore bruises and lacerations were healed, leaving only marks. Peter came to apply ointment to Albrecht once a day, but seeing his amazing recovery speed, he thought it would be this effective by looking at his ointment.

Five days later, even the scars disappeared. It was not serious, but it was never a minor wound. That big Burkhardt was so excited that he hit him with all his strength. It was a ridiculous resilience.

Six days later, I felt more bored than Albrecht, who was overwhelmed by raw energy. As the annoyance rises, the anger toward Saab Erik grows.

I stayed in my room all day doing nothing, and my anger grew even more intense and led to hatred. Albrecht has vowed to leave at any cost tomorrow and take Erik away.

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