The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

The next morning, I left for an expedition with 20 members of the Guard and the Red Phoenix Brigade.

Currently, the undead are heading south through the Ludoah Forest, turning the surrounding cities into hell but moving towards the central imperial capital.

If the top of the Imperial Army is serious, there is no foolishness in spreading the force here. First, we should muster all our forces in the city before the Empire - Sutherland. In the official announcement of the Adventurers Guild, both undead are scheduled to reach Sutherland in thirty days. From here, to Sutherland, five days by carriage. In time enough.

For a few days, we were only able to confirm the extent of the pedestrian carriage, but gradually, the battle group and the group became blind.

Dozens of times as many of our battlegroups pass by as we are currently resting our horses in the square.

"Amazing ~"

"Yeah, that, which regiment?

Carla asks Aquid such a simple (some) question as she looks at Kyoro Kyoro and the still uninterrupted Warring Regiment.

"That's the army of the Count Hartwig family. It's a militant luxury in the empire."

"So, what about the troops of the flag with the two swords behind them crossing the crest?

"[Blah blah], a mercenary regiment fighting over one or two in the Empire. Otomo, you must have been hired by Count Hartwig's house."

Count Hartwigh's house... is it like that wild gorilla? I met him via my parents' McBurn border boss, so I have knowledge of him. I mean, it's my joint venture about agriculture.

I'm a rigid person and never a bad person, but as a theorist, I don't like the brain miso muscular system of that hand. Whatever, basically, I don't listen to people.

It would be troublesome to find her. Let's get in the carriage. I think so, trying to get in the carriage, but the mercenary who noticed us and the short-haired brunette approached us as we rode off the stream.

"Hey, aren't you the Fools?

The words gather the sights of the battalion.

"Sorry, Gray"

Aquid bows his head to me as he bites off his lower lip to words of derision (pussy) and contempt (bump) that are spoken out in his mouth.

"Why, apologize? Didn't you regret it?

"Of course I do..."

"Then you don't have to be ashamed. Anyway, it's bullshit with no balls that can only be put up in the pussy. Let me tell you something."

To my words, Bhu and Deputy Commander Zem erupted, and the other members laughed and snorted again and again.

"What do you mean, no balls?

Drahachi asks with a Kyotong face;

"Master Gray, that statement, it's nasty."

Satella frowned and blamed.

"Let's do it right."

"Temee et al..."

In an atmosphere of evil, he sneers at us with his own eyes, but when he comes down from the horse, he tries to touch the pattern of his hips sword...

"Fool."

The short hair peels off his white eyes and falls in. Behind his short hair stood a middle-aged man with a chin (beard) growing on his dark hair.

And at the same time scratch the crowd and a scratchy blonde giant man shows up all over his body.

Soldiers and mercenaries who simultaneously correct their posture.

"Whoa, isn't that Lord Grey? You're too shabby."

The blonde giant thumps (tart) on my back, even though she makes a wild laugh when she comes before me.

"No, Count Hartwigh, as I have explained many times, I do not have a title (sneeze), and I have no plans to do so. Please, call me Gray."

"But that's not what McBurn's guy thinks. Right now, I'm running for the marriage of Sir and his beloved daughter."

"To a boulder, that's impossible."

Yes, it is. Uncle McBurn has recently strongly recommended his engagement to his twelve-year-old daughter. So-called son-in-law.

Honestly, I have no taste in special sexuality (Loricon). Whatever it is, it's past your engagement to a 12-year-old.

"Gu Ha! You McBurn guy! I don't think so. What do you say we point to the next station?

Chess and chess are one of Sagami Chamber of Commerce's play (yugi) products for sale. In just a few years, it has penetrated rapidly around the aristocracy, and now chess and chess have sublimated to the taste of the aristocracy.

I also gave Count Hartwigh a chess board and a pawn when I first met him, but apparently he was embedded.

"I don't mind, but I didn't have to wait."

This son of a bitch hates extreme defeat. Even when I pointed it out before, it was attached overnight and finally freed up when the surroundings became brighter and so on.

Even on this day, after all, the five stations were attached, finally freed from chess, and now the dishes have been swung (Furuma) by the Earl of Hartwig.

"Heh, is this, like, wind cow meat?

"That's right. I like the wind cow you gave me. I can do it with milk and cheese, and especially, meat tastes so good that my cheeks (cheeks) seem to melt."

About a dozen wind cows were also presented to Count Hartwigh's house in the introduction of the McBurn Border Reverend.

"Livestock (Mechiku), seems to be doing well, above all."

Both uncles, in a corrupt relationship, were consulted via the McBurn Border Uncle on the difficulty of running the Count Haltwig family, so they offered wind cows and proposed their cultivation. Of course, detailed data on the training has been documented and submitted. I'm just a merchant with no title, but I have a lot of difficulty running large-scale agriculture in this empire. That's why it was imperative to create connections with leading luxuries in the region where the land was spared.

"We'll never forget what we owe you. Absolutely. I'm sure I'll give it back."

"Never mind, I have just the right data to help."

Say a social greeting and get down to business.

"Is this army of undead, quite something?

"That's what I'm asking. They say there are even dragons in the undead, and General Lampertz and I are dead in action."

"Is it the dragon undead? It's definitely troublesome."

Well, if it's about the undead of a dragon whose intelligence has also vanished, then worst of all, you just have to annihilate it with my magic. Anything to that extent.

By the way, it looks like you're hiring the Red Phoenix Brigade.

"Well."

"Don't look like that. I'm not blaming you for anything. Just be careful."

"What do you mean?

"Your lord has already heard about the Red Phoenix Brigade."

"After halving a shameless nobleman who tried to flee the people as a shield, he turned it into a decoy and let the people escape in that gap, didn't he?

"Oh, yeah, shameless. Anyway, you abandoned your own people. But as a general of war, it is a choice that can be taken as an option. Well, the McBurn guy seems pretty furious."

"I'm sure that's what you would have done."

"But on the other hand, it was close to opening a bloodless castle, so it was also true that the people of the mountain were moving faster."

"I'm hated. Is that what you want to say?

"Um, because there weren't many of us lost in that battle."

"For that matter, the majority of the inhabitants were helpful."

In this case, Uncle McBurn demanded immunity from the assault on nobility of the Red Phoenix Brigade (Seikoku Dumpling) on account of his achievements in saving citizens with his life. As a result, the aquids will only be allowed to suspend their activities for about a year.

Well, for once, that's the kind of touch, but in fact the biggest reason why immunity was granted could not have been known to the people, such as the nobility who was directing the scene making him cower, shielding the people, trying to escape the battlefield, etc.

"I don't know if the Red Phoenix Brigade is wrong. But resentment lingers."

That's certainly a deep-rooted problem. But in the first place, putting in place measures to abandon the people to be protected is disqualified as a warrior in itself.

"I'll remember your liver."

I nodded loudly and threw the meat into my mouth.