Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 506

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Through Martai to the East.

The journey was not as difficult as Dunbakel had thought. It was natural to encounter monsters and beasts, but their numbers had clearly decreased compared to before.

It was a given.

From the Border Guard to Martai, outposts were set up here and there.

The troops stationed at the outpost were rotated and only had to kill monsters and guard the outpost.

It’s not like the number of thieves has increased.

There was a saying on the continent that when the number of monsters decreases, bandits become more rampant.

If monster activity was low, people would come and go more often, and it was natural for thieves to settle down there. But this was not the case in this area.

“If you get caught stealing, you get your head cut off. If you get caught stealing, you get your wrist cut off.”

The captain of the border guard, who became the lord of Martha, dealt with criminals in the same way as the Border Guard.

This was also the reason why the criminal guilds could not gain traction.

Sometimes, a prog named Meelun would come over to play because he was bored, and whenever a mercenary or a swordsman caused trouble, he would beat them up without mercy.

“If you feel wronged, come to the Border Guard.”

Recently, there have been more and more Border Guards who are better fighters than him, so when he gets frustrated, he sometimes takes a walk here, which has become a new hobby for Meelun.

At one time, there was a rumor going around that if you heard that and went there, a muscle monster would force you to train.

Dunbakel also heard a similar story as he passed by and nodded. It was a plausible rumor.

As the Border Guard grew stronger and invested more in military spending, Martai naturally did the same.

“Are you going to put the name of the Border Guard in vain?”

Torres pushed his men harder than before.

The prestige of a unit with such a long history and reputation could not be allowed to be diminished like this.

He didn’t want the border guard unit to remain just another unit under his command.

Torres sent the border guards to work at the outpost as part of their training, and Martai, as Krais had hoped, also began building an outpost.

Since the safe route connects Border Guard to Martai, it naturally became a route frequently used by the upper class.

Originally, Martai was a gateway city through which precious relics and other items came from the East.

The items and relics that came from the East were not cheap, and were originally something that could have been monopolized by Lockfried, but the Lockfried Group was clever.

Instead of struggling to get my hands on everything, I just ate what I could and left what I needed to leave alone.

They did not touch the oriental relics, peddlers, or peddlers. They could come and go without any trouble as long as they paid the toll.

For this reason, it is the perfect environment for the merchants who have settled on the continent to be called idiots if they do not join the Border Guard.

It was a boom. There were no special products and there were still many hurdles to overcome before Green Pearl could become a proper farmland, but as trade blossomed, Crona naturally began to circulate actively.

That’s why Martai was bustling.

Dunbakel went to find Torres as Encred had told him, and was able to obtain adequate supplies.

“You’re going east? Dangerous, no. You’re from Encred, right? Do what you want.”

Torres would say that, adding just one word.

“Should I tell them to put water in the bathtub?”

Because he looked like he hadn’t washed properly for several days.

“No, that’s fine. I’ll go right away.”

Dunbakel moved with his dirty demeanor. He left Martai and headed east.

At first, a vast wasteland greeted her.

As we left the area with fewer monsters and bandits, we encountered monsters we had never seen before.

It was a two-headed lizard, one head could snap its teeth together and create sparks, while the other head would spew out something like gas.

When the two combined, they became a fire-breathing monster.

In the past, a fire-breathing lizard monster called a salamander descended upon the continent, and it was part of the traces left behind.

A subspecies of salamander, perhaps.

The name was something like the Flame Lizard.

In some areas, it was loosely called a two-headed lizard. It was not something you could see often.

The road continued on, with me walking and killing monsters. The east was far away. The road was boring, so I had random thoughts.

‘The story of Dunbakel who went to the East and returned.’

How about making a story like this?

The subtitle is: A story about bees intoxicated by flowers?

Everyone, including Encred, is in love with him.

‘Should I take out Rem?’

He was married and Ayul was a good person. He remembered her taking care of him for various reasons when he was staying in the West.

After that, Dunbakel almost died twice before he reached the Eastern Pioneer City.

It was a long story if it was long and a short story if it was short.

So when I met the ruler of the East, the mercenary king Anu, his first words were these.

“Hey, did that kid lose all his fingers? Why aren’t you replying to my letters?”

Encred was complaining that I had not received a reply to the letters he had sent.

There were no words to welcome him, but it didn’t matter. When had he ever been welcomed?

It used to be a concern, but now it doesn’t matter.

“I don’t know.”

Dunbakel answered calmly.

The king looked at her.

“What are you here for?”

“I’m going to take a break.”

At the words that he had come to the East to rest, the eyes of those standing next to the king became strong.

What is that half-assed guy saying now?

Dunbakel volunteered to suffer. That’s what he came for.

so.

“So please take good care of me.”

Dunbakel spoke confidently.

* * *

Krang hated politics. Even now, look at him.

“I guess it’s because there are so many eyes watching Encrid.”

“Why? Are they afraid that if we become friendly, I will take their land and give it to Enki?”

The Marquis of Octo said with a smile.

“What can we do? If the royal power is strengthened, the nobles will naturally become uneasy.”

The crane was hard and knocked on the arm of the chair.

Anyway, those idiots who are busy taking care of their own share, no matter how many times I get rid of them, they keep appearing, they’re like mosquitoes.

These kinds of people kept appearing, like the annoying things that appear every summer.

It wasn’t a big deal. You can’t take care of everything on the way forward. What’s going to fall down will fall down on its own.

Complaints were heard from several landowners in the frontier that Encred’s domain was too large.

Meanwhile, there were some who said they would take away some of the territory directly by force.

Are you crazy kids?

What if you die? Krang said to do as you wish. However, he also said to accept the damage caused by the armed conflict, and some of the landowners and nobles said that they would do so, perhaps because the well was too narrow and they were suicidal.

Well, it seems like the surrounding countries’ machinations are mixed in the background of his current behavior, but no matter how much you try to persuade him, he still goes crazy and says he wants to die, so what more can you say?

“Oh, well, I guess there’s nothing I can do. I heard Azpen is acting strangely.”

The seasonal rain has fallen and now the season that can be properly called autumn has begun.

Krang spoke as he looked out the window at the leaves slowly turning red.

“We are gathering information with all avenues open. In my opinion, yes, we are preparing for war.”

The answer came from the Marquis of Weisser, who sat next to the Marquis of Octo. Across from the Marquis, Marcus Weisser moved the silverware. It was a time for a breakfast meeting and dinner.

But even so, instead of a sandwich, there’s just a moderate amount of steak, roasted broccoli, and mashed potatoes.

Krang detested waste, for as a child he had wandered the continent and seen many people die from hunger.

He believed that if the number of dishes served on the royal table was reduced, tens or hundreds of people could be saved. And that was indeed the case.

Of course, there were nobles who hated this kind of thing.

Why can’t I enjoy what I can?

Krang did not punish them separately. They did everything on their own, but the royal family led this atmosphere.

I’m talking about an atmosphere where people are taken care of and responsibility is taken instead of being wasteful.

He rebels because he doesn’t like it, and rebels again, saying that he favors Enki, and then complains that the knight training is lacking.

Anyway, these are noble bastards.

In the meantime, Azpen is coming. Can we bring the knights from the southern border and fight them?

Can we withdraw troops from the city of Oara?

An article will be needed.

This war is unlikely to lead to a local war like before.

Azpen will also make up his mind and put forth his efforts. There is nothing they won’t do to find Green Pearl. But what are they believing in that makes them rush in?

If you were the king of Azpen, it would be time to bow down and strike him with your head down. If you still rush in, it means you have some kind of belief.

There are those who do not view failure as a stage of despair, but rather as a new opportunity.

Closely, Encred was that kind of person.

I didn’t know that there were people in Azpen who didn’t think of failure as failure but thought, ‘Again! One more time!’

I have countless memories of being attacked and broken in the past, so this time I will definitely make up for it and attack again.

Krang chewed the meat with a blank expression, thinking. The well-cooked lamb melted in his mouth.

Whether it was nobility or war, meat was delicious.

“The lamb is cooked well. Please eat some and talk.”

At Marcus’s words, the Marquis of Baisar also moved his hand. As the Marquis grew older, his jaw strength weakened and he had difficulty eating meat. He received divine healing once, but his gums could not become as healthy as before.

However, the lamb was so tender that even the teeth of such a marquis could easily tear it apart.

“If Azpen crosses the line, we should tell Enki to stop Azpen with only the power of the Border Guard, right?”

Some nobles gathered together and started a riot to weaken General Encred’s power. They said that he was a great lord who was responsible for the entire area and had built a city to block Azpen, so he should do his duty.

It seemed like these kids had completely lost their conscience.

Have you forgotten that you used to call yourself a civil war terminator and demon slayer?

Well, the local nobles probably didn’t get to see Encred’s activities properly.

Even now, it is something that local nobles say when they join forces.

Among them, there were those who did not like the fact that Count Molsen’s estate was managed like a direct territory of the kingdom.

These are fools who believed that if Count Molsen died, part of the county would become their land.

Krang asked, and Marquis Baisar nodded.

“If we can hold out for just one month, the royal family will be able to provide troops.”

The force may have included knights.

At most, a month. You just have to pretend to fight.

It was like covering one’s eyes and pretending not to see, but it was meant to show that the Border Guard was doing its job and that Encred was the right person for the job.

“I think I’ll send Viscount Andrew just in case. He’ll be of great help.”

Marcus swallowed the meat and said.

Andrew is the lord of the city right next to the capital and has been granted land.

With the support of the royal family, we are strengthening our troops every day, so it will be helpful as Marcus said.

Krang nodded. It was time to write the letter again by hand.

“But is this guy busy? Why isn’t he replying?”

I sent more than ten letters to Encred, but there was no reply.

Shouldn’t you reply when you get back?

Hasn’t it been some time since you came back from the West?

* * *

‘Have you no thoughts?’

Or maybe he was good at fighting but stupid.

Encred thought so after reading the letter from the Mercenary King.

It was a message urging me to reply. There wasn’t anything particularly important to say. So why am I urging you to reply?

It was easy to see that sending a reply was a difficult task, unless you had a crest on your head.

The mercenary king sent his letters somehow using his men, but to send his reply to the pioneer city, he had to move at least a squad of troops.

Until now, when you left a reply to Martai, the person who delivered the letter would take it back.

So, if the timing is right, I can send a reply.

Encred has been busy going back and forth between the city of Oara and the west for a while.

But you’re complaining that there’s been no reply.

Even if I didn’t know that, I don’t think it necessarily requires a reply.

Encred checked the letters that had piled up while he was away. Most of them were from the mercenary kings Anu and Krang.

There were also a few useless letters.

A letter from a lady saying she loved you at first sight.

Letters from nobles asking you to meet their daughter, etc.

Excluding the letters from the two kings, half of them were letters asking for marriage, the other half were complaints asking if the reputation was in vain, and the other half were letters from the upper class and such asking for a favor.

“I bet there are a lot of bribes coming in?”

I looked through the letter, wrote a few words, and asked Christ, and Christ nodded.

“Yes. A lot of them come in. Should I give you some?”

“no.”

There wasn’t anything I really needed. I would need to buy a set of armor, but if I just stabbed Kronaya Krais in the side, he would come out.

No, he already had his own gambitons, chainmail, and iron plate breastplate prepared.

Among them, Gambison was dyed dark blue and had a sword shape embroidered in gold on the outside.

I don’t know who created it, but it seemed like the aesthetic sense was abandoned in a corner of the magic world.

Instead, it was a sturdy piece of armor. The outside was covered with the skin of a demon wolf, and the inside was filled with trimmed owlbear feathers. It was a bit heavy, but not so heavy that it was a concern.

After roughly writing and organizing the letter, Encrid put on his armor, put Aker at his side, and also put three throwing daggers on his chest.

It was a small office. I got up and went out, and Christ asked me.

“Where are you going?”

“To say hello.”

“To whom?”

“nobility.”

Just from those words, Christ knew what Encred was going to do.

There was a nobleman who sent a clumsy assassin to him and would often pick a fight with him.

His domain lay between the Border Guard and the County of Molsen. It was not a small domain, but it was not a powerful one.

But then, all of a sudden, the lord took in a son, and his adopted son learned martial arts from a master, and since that master was staying in the territory, the lord started going crazy and going wild.

Some of the Molsen County was acting as if it was theirs to keep, and Encred was said to be a lucky swordsman.

“Are you going alone?”

Christ also stood up and asked.

He sat down at his desk armed, and was full of thoughts of going out.

Is there any reason to bring so many people?

Encred thought so.

This was no different from drinking.

Encred left straight for the noble’s estate, and Rem followed him, saying she was bored.

“Let’s go together. I’m bored.”

Ragnar fell asleep, saying it was annoying, and Luagarne devoted herself to training after returning from the west.

Pell was still a little depressed, and Lawford was still cheerful.

There were times when we talked about this and that in the deep night as seasonal rain poured down, and times when we devoted ourselves to training as usual.

The rain that had been falling for several days had stopped. It was one of those days when the temperature had dropped to a comfortable level for walking and moving around.

“Are you going to cut my throat?”

On the way out, Rem asked.

“Don’t cut off the neck right away.”

Encred answered and the two of them started walking along the road.

Encred shook his head even though he suggested they take a carriage since it was a bit too far to walk.

I wanted to walk a bit. I wanted to think about the clues about the path that was vaguely visible but not yet there, and I wanted to clear my mind of all sorts of distracting thoughts.

It was a journey that took about ten days of walking, training, and hunting.

Encred arrived at the noble’s estate. As luck would have it, the noble was out hunting monsters, and the two met at the border of the estate.

The nobleman was with his son and twenty attendants, while Encred was alone with Rem.