Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 558

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Two-root.

The organ that had been quietly supplying blood to every part of the body suddenly revealed its presence.

My heart was pounding. It was thumping and screaming that I was here.

In fact, there was one thing that was more important to Christ than his dreams, than his life, than his existence.

I guess it’s preparation for the future, a tangible, tangible value.

That is, it was Krona.

For him, the future, the symbol of value, the dream, the life, all these things came down to Krona.

What would you do if you opened a salon and made a bunch of gold?

I don’t know. I’ll just live my life doing whatever I want.

Even when you don’t know what you want to do, you just need to have a pocket full of gold coins.

That’s how Christ envisioned the future.

Now Encred whispered to him about the future and his dreams.

“If that happens, Crona will spread out enormously.”

Christ saw a mountain of gold coins appearing in front of him for a moment. It was a hallucination. He had not taken any medicine, but he had a hallucination.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to build a city of pleasure like you mentioned on the border between the Imperial Nobles and the Southern Great Powers.”

Christ’s eyes became hazy. His mind seemed to have already reached the distant future.

I recently heard that Anne failed at developing a cure and ended up creating a drug that glows at night.

I’m in the process of building a lighthouse with glowing water to brighten up the nights of the Border Guard, but what if I delve a little deeper into it and develop it?

It wasn’t impossible, since several alchemists who were somewhat research-oriented joined after Anne.

Create a large sphere in the center of the city and fill it with glowing water.

What if we built it really big in the center of the city to represent the city of salons?

It was entirely possible, as there was a building guild skilled in construction techniques.

In his dream, Christ climbed atop a high wall built on the southern border.

“Now, look. That is the city of pleasure.”

He spreads his hands and introduces dozens of nobles.

As everyone turned their gazes following my gesture, they saw a city shining even at night. It was literally a city of pleasure. The city itself was radiant.

Just thinking about it was so thrilling that it made my hair stand on end from head to toe.

‘No, we can’t end it there, let’s turn it around.’

It’s about making a device that turns left and right. Can’t it be made to turn automatically? Couldn’t it be possible to implement a power device using magic?

“Now, look! That is the shining city, the Salon de City!”

The city didn’t just shine, it scattered light around it.

I said the name roughly as it rolled off the tongue, but it seemed to be easy to remember.

Although Christ didn’t realize it, the moment he decided to give up, his mind stopped thinking deeply.

That is, I didn’t use my head.

That’s why all the problems felt difficult. The reason I accepted them as insurmountable walls was because I had no motivation and my mind was adrift.

His head, which had been like that, was now turning taut and soft, like hard bread melting in hot soup.

Encred suddenly looked at Christ, whose eyes were changing.

Eyes that become hazy and then find light again.

‘Why is he doing this?’

I don’t know. In fact, I didn’t really want to know, so I just cheered like I always did.

Because this is what Christ originally wanted to do.

Christ himself had momentarily forgotten, but Encrid had not.

The large salon city, the krona he earns through it, the mountain of gold he will accumulate.

He said that the Salon City was good and that the gold coins were good too. That was what he said.

And speaking of it again, Encred was curious about the goals of his unit members, or rather, his knights now.

What is everyone here for?

I had a rough guess, but I didn’t ask. There was no need to do so until now.

But now things are a little different. They have become knights and have put them into the knighthood.

Should everyone, including Rem, blindly follow what they want?

Although they were officially called knights, they never specifically called them members.

Even if Remya were to add an axe to the task of erasing the Demon Realm, what about the others?

This was a thought that occurred to me as Christ came to visit and we talked about this and that.

I would have to go and ask them one by one. I would also have to be precise about the size and form of the knights.

Up until now, Chrys had been taking care of matters related to the Knights, but this time, while Chrys was away for a while, Encred was the one who thought of it first.

“Where does it hurt?”

I asked because I thought he might have a fever since his eyes were rolling around.

“no.”

It must not be painful, since Christ’s eyes, which had faded like a dead fish, are shining vividly again.

And for a moment, Christ’s mouth opened freely as he saw Encrid in distress.

“Even though Azpen shares a border with the city, you were worried about the fierce atmosphere between them. And the factions and various problems within the city must have been a headache.”

No, it wasn’t that much of a headache.

Actually, it was true that I wasn’t very interested.

If a problem arises, we’ll solve it, but right now, we can’t just cut it all down with a knife or beat it up, so shouldn’t we just leave it alone?

Encred, who was also quite intelligent, recognized the problem, but he decided in his heart that the solution would be to just cut open the boil once it started to fester and remove the boil.

But in reality, the size of the territory was too large to be governed in that way, and there were many who felt frustrated in various ways, even if they were not dissatisfied.

The city itself was doing well, with food to spare and plenty of Krona to earn.

What can’t be helped is that no matter how good the situation is, not everything can be good.

So what should we do in this situation?

Until a moment ago, Christ had no answer, but now he has one.

“I have an idea.”

Before he knew it, only the rolling contraption remained in Christ’s mind.

The device was pouring out gold coins in real time.

Giving up? Risking? Isn’t that what it takes to get results?

Didn’t the leader in front of you do the same?

Christ forgot about his wavering heart. He decided to forget about it completely because it was not enough to just hold on to it.

“We have a lot of food stockpiled this year. We will use it.”

Starting with the development of Green Pearl, he built a safe road and expanded the surrounding farmland, and also put effort into nomadism and hunting.

During ranger training, hunting demons and beasts was completely separate.

There, the role of the original Border Guard as a trading city also grew.

Recently, with the arrival of the Enri merchants from the West, it was possible to open a trade route with the West.

The benefit derived from it was food.

Saying this makes it seem like the Border Guard is already wealthy, but the problem is that this isn’t Chris’s personal property.

But I couldn’t take it all in and throw it away, and I didn’t have that kind of intention.

Christ also learned to follow Encred and move forward in the right direction.

We will move forward straight and build a shining city.

Christ made up his mind.

“Oh, okay.”

“Yes, then.”

Christ turned around and left.

“What, why are you here?”

Rem, who had just finished washing up, said while drying her hair with a dry cloth.

“I don’t know.”

Encrid answered honestly.

“You said you were busy?”

“I know.”

Encrid simply let it go, and the next morning he heard that Chrys had persuaded Abnair, who had been brought in as a half-captive.

When I later asked him why, this is what Christ said:

“I will make you do the work.”

How can you believe that?

“I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it at all. Instead, I just make sure that this person and that person don’t know what they’re doing.”

In addition, it was said that Abnayer’s work was limited to work that intertwined with Azpen.

“Even if we leave out all the military and armament work and spend all our time on trade and stabilizing relations, it won’t be enough.”

Christ said so. And true to his word, Abnayer devoted himself to his work.

When Encred, who had never visited Abnayer even when he had called her, stopped by once, Abnayer was still burying his head in the desk and not even raising it.

I wasn’t sleeping. I was just too busy checking documents to notice anything.

“Who? Put the documents you brought down here.”

There was a time when Encred thought he had come for nothing and closed the door without saying a word and left.

Anyway, with Abnayer taking care of the trade with Azpen and other chores, Christ sighed in relief, and he spent his spare time creating a commemorative event for the city.

It may seem like a sudden thing, but this is what the city needs most right now.

Why? People needed a place to vent.

The Border Guard won against the Azpen, but they soon became neighbors, sharing a border.

There were many who didn’t like that.

Because there are those who lost family or friends to Azpen.

Well, there weren’t that many people like that. It was very rare for them to fight Azpen and go to a large scale rotation.

However, there were still some people who were dissatisfied, so there was a lot of uncomfortable air.

If you think about it the other way around, Azpen was the same.

You suffered more.

Azpen has tried to solve this problem by relocating people who previously did not live near the border to live near the border.

Of course, it was Abnayer’s work.

This was the reason for the mass migration of peoples within the duchy.

In this situation, it was necessary to do something to tie them together.

That was the anniversary, the festival.

Christ added a few more devices to this.

“Should we call it the founding anniversary of the Knights Templar? Or should we call it Border Guard Protection Day?”

Encred didn’t mind either, but the Knights felt that the latter would be better since they didn’t have everyone’s consent yet.

That’s how the Border Guard Day came to be, and a festival was held.

It was a three-day festival of eating and drinking, with a martial arts competition on the final day.

Each unit held preliminary rounds and the finals were held in Green Pearl City.

Everyone was excited because anyone who wanted to participate could participate, even if they were not part of a unit.

Instead of just watching, the Knights had their men participate.

If you win, you will be given a pouch of gold coins, and if you wish, you can even be honorably discharged.

Then, the members of the Rem Unit went wild, and during the preliminary round between members of the unit, they went wild so much that the one who actually advanced to the final round limped onto the training ground.

“Will there be a fight, brother?”

Audin asked after seeing that.

The opponent was a martial artist personally trained by Audyn and Teresa.

“It’s okay if you don’t have a leg.”

Rem snorted, but victory went to Audin’s holy infantry.

“Wow! I’m a bear!”

The cheers of victory were a bit strange though.

“Shall I teach you the battle song of Prok?”

After hearing that, Audin declined what Luagarne said.

“I can sing quite a bit, too, Sister Frog.”

After Luagarne fully recovered, he wandered the mountains like a madman, but recently he has been staying close to Encred.

“Next up, huh? It’s Clemen who fell down?”

Clemens was now almost a proper noun.

She came out with a short wooden sword, and her opponent was a swordsman infantry unit with Ragnar as the leader and Lawford as the second-in-command.

They named it whatever they wanted.

Encrid watched the fight with thought.

I always think that regardless of skill level, there is something to learn from anything.

For that reason, Encrid watched all the fights that started from the main event with great pleasure.

The fight was one-sided. Clemen was good at fighting, not swordsmanship.

He tangled his swords, rushed at me, tripped me, and struck my Adam’s apple with the edge of his hand. There was nothing to criticize about his steps or the way he used his strength.

“You’re good at it.”

Luagarne nodded after seeing that and said.

Clemen, who had fallen, followed Luagarne around and learned a few techniques. She was eager to teach not only Frock but also others without exception, and after that, she trained like a madman to get to where she is now.

There was no need for even a discerning eye. Encred felt something like Will’s flow from the fallen Clemen.

It was something like an intuition. You could call it insight.

As he fought, I saw traces of the one moving forward in Clemen’s movements as if I was seeing the future.

“He’ll become a knight.”

As with all knightly orders, there was a squire course before becoming a knight. That means Clemen had now risen to the level of squire.

Even though he started out as a common soldier, it was the result of talent and hard work.

“If you win, you can join the Knights.”

Christ, who had been listening to the conversation from behind, added another martial arts competition injury.

Encred nodded.

What’s so difficult about that?

Of course, any soldier with normal thinking would never think of joining the Knights Templar.

Encrid is seen training more fiercely than they do.

From afar, he looks like a cool and respectable hero, but up close, he’s just a crazy kid, no, a training fanatic.

They weren’t called the Mad Knights for nothing.

In Azpen, there is a martial arts competition that even the Hurier family participates in.

The heat was hot, and the winner came from Encred’s direct unit.

“Kkaaaah!”

The winner roared into the air. I thought he was some kind of giant half-breed.

The winner was a female soldier with her hair braided into a single braid. Her name was Fallen Clemen.

She wanted to be a squire of the Knights Templar, and she became one.

The three-day festival ended like this.

After the festival, the Border Guard’s urban maintenance work was carried out at a galloping pace like a chariot.

It was similar to when the previous Encred went out and came back, and the city walls were newly built. After the festival, there was a change in the city district.

The area right next to the city walls on both sides, where land had previously been secured and expanded, was designated as an outer ring road, and the inner area was also divided into an inn area and a commercial area.

Let the craftsmen stay with the craftsmen, and let the merchants stay with the merchants.

It was all Kreis’s work.

It was at that time.

It was a time when I was training, meeting Aitri, and going back and forth to the city for various reasons, and then returning to the barracks.

“The festival was so much fun I couldn’t take my eyes off it.”

I heard a blind, white-haired old man spouting nonsense in front of the barracks.

What does it mean to be blind and not be able to take your eyes off something?

It was a joke that rivaled the jokes of fairy tales.

It was a sunny autumn afternoon.

It was when Encred took the old man in his eyes and raised his hand over the grip without knowing why.

“Don’t fall.”

I heard Saxon’s voice from behind. I wasn’t surprised because Saxon was making a subtle noise as he approached.

It seemed like our times coincided.

“why?”

“That old man is strange.”

It was awkward coming from Saxon’s mouth.

If it’s dangerous, it’s dangerous, and if it’s annoying, it’s annoying, but how strange.

It seemed like the first time I had heard this expression from Saxony.