Chapter 685: Missing Talent, Part 64 - Strategist (9)
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"Are you glad, Cowen?
"What is it?"
Asked was a flashy woman dressed in a deep red robe. The hat is the one wearing the witchy triangle hat, but it looked like a dancer or a tavern seller in Tarram's whore town. I see fleshy thighs from a short skirt. Though the chest was not left wide open, that chest, which was clearly too assertive, could not be concealed without being dressed in more relaxed clothes.
But it is she who is Muscade, the disciple of the blazing witch Granchelle. She had already been approved as a clean witch and had left Granchelle's former to be independent. But she trapped herself in a secluded place, not to speak to the Spirit or nature, and wandered the nations to spread her sight and ear. As part of this, they sometimes imitated mercenary masterminds. Sometimes, I have conquered the Demon King alone.
A woman with one-of-a-kind glasses, met by such a muscade on her journey. This Cowen, who says he can't even see a person's face without glasses, clearly looked unfamiliar. Around using a purse with all the property in it at the restaurant to pay for the change in grandeur, it's dangerous and irresistible. He was hired as a cautionary stick to help surround both sides of the club. Now for the time being, we continue our wandering journey, but when any of them are going to settle somewhere based, Muscade, until just a moment ago, yes, he thought.
Muscade is the witch's own information network, and has already heard the whole story of the witch regiment. Rather, the surviving witches have informed us. To encourage the still living witch, to warn. Muscade was angry as a blaze when he heard of the death of his master Granchelle, but it was no other Corwen who quenched that anger. Until then, Muscade had only thought about Cowen to the extent of taking him on a journey with many smiles, but for the first time Muscade saw Cowen's expression turn into an expression other than a smile. When Cowen suddenly got a serious look, he began to repeat the question to the witch's user demon early on in the arrow. What good is the enemy, how many people, what was used and how the witches were killed. Cowen's expression was serious in itself, and the witch's user-demon couldn't keep up with answering repeated questions early in the arrow succession.
Eventually, when the whole question was over, Cowen vanished somewhere fluttering when he suddenly said he wanted to be alone. Then Cowen, who reappeared the next morning, suddenly began to skip the instructions to this and Muscade. I thought it was something muscade, but Cowen just said one thing,
"If you want to avenge your master, follow my instructions."
I just said it off. Cowen's eyes were so compelling at that time that Muscade accidentally followed her instructions as they were.
What Cowen did was actively take requests from basic mercenaries, but all of them were very successful. There are many horrible things about Cowen. Sometimes I secured them all without killing 100 bandits with just five mercenaries, and I've also wiped out a bunch of demons in traps without doing anything directly. Cowen let him do anything from the way he traded, to its new development, to the way he plowed the fields, to his search for people. Among other things, Muscade was impressed by the fact that he rounded up a decade-long skirmish between local lords with three inches of mouth. Sometimes intimidating, sometimes softening. Cowen led the soldiers from battle to tongue battle, and let them go brilliantly. Muscade no longer thought of Cowen as just a prolonged, palpable daughter.
And it was on this battlefield that Cowen instructed him to go next. Muscade wondered if Cowen would gather mercenaries to join the battle as it was, but what was on his mind. Cowen went directly to this front line without registering his participation in the battlefield with the Alliance. If you do that, you won't be paid for doing anything, and there's no guarantee in case. You can get caught up in battle and die drooling. I just thought I was doing something in the guild, but it remains unclear what the hell I was doing. But Muscade, who saw Cowen's many amazing achievements, followed her as she did.
But is it time for the limit? The number of injuries at Fort Salamo increased, even though the fort was not already functioning. Plus I know because Muscade is a witch, the abnormality of last night's battle. An unusual collection of magic with one small mountain blowing up and forest burning. If that place isn't heavenly, it's about this dry zone. The fire would have flared on one side once in a while. Even this relatively green border area, where trees have been grown over the years, has once again been turned into a burning field. The spirits are still bothering with the aftertaste of last night.
It was very difficult for Muscade to think that there were so many sorceries, no magicians, but the facts are facts. I couldn't sleep a single night in surprise, but Corwen slept better. I was looking through the user demons that let go all over the battlefield to find out what happened, even if Muscade spoke up.
"It's okay - our turn is after tomorrow. Ah. Now we need to sleep tight... guh."
I only left it out and slept dignified. Muscade was stunned by Cowen's figure, but now he is.
And now they were staying halfway to the fort using witchcraft of perception inhibition. It's already been 5 days since that happened. Until then, if you say you have no choice because you have not registered for the guild, but the muscade was no longer even enough to remember the respect for its prestigious grace of appropriately wearing military food but sitting there. Both myself and my master, Granchelle, were quite thick human beings, but the moderation was meant to be overwhelming.
But in the morning, Cowen suddenly went to the mercenary regiment employed in this fort and tried to negotiate something. I remember hearing a man say instead of the captain, the man's face had one harsh look on his face.
But when the scene pulled back lightly, Corwen instructed him to rent a painting of the fort again and wait. Cowen's eyes suddenly opened slightly when Muscade started falling asleep (you know) from all night tiredness.
"... I'm here ~"
"Huh?"
Cowen did not wait for Muscade's reply and asked what was going on around him. If you look, there seemed to be some noise at the main entrance.
"Mm-hmm, it's a little different than I expected, but now you'll have movement ~"
"Hey, what are you talking about?
"This fort is under attack - it will fall less"
Muscade's mouth unwittingly opens to a prolonged Cowen tone even when he comes here.
"Falling... what are we gonna do? Fight or run?
"Calm down - it's up to the situation what we're going to do - but there's a good chance we'll get you to fight for it."
"To me? You want me to use my powers against my human opponents?
"No, I won't let your human opponent use his power. This time it's another opponent. That's why I'm only bringing you here."
"Let's talk about the details later - we need to head to a great place first."
"Is that the front door?
"No, it's the main circle of the fort ~"
I wasn't sure what Cowen was thinking, and Muscade followed Cowen as he slipped his neck, leaving early enough from a painting of the fort.
Continued
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"Are you glad, Cowen?
"What is it?"
Asked was a flashy woman dressed in a deep red robe. The hat is the one wearing the witchy triangle hat, but it looked like a dancer or a tavern seller in Tarram's whore town. I see fleshy thighs from a short skirt. Though the chest was not left wide open, that chest, which was clearly too assertive, could not be concealed without being dressed in more relaxed clothes.
But it is she who is Muscade, the disciple of the blazing witch Granchelle. She had already been approved as a clean witch and had left Granchelle's former to be independent. But she trapped herself in a secluded place, not to speak to the Spirit or nature, and wandered the nations to spread her sight and ear. As part of this, they sometimes imitated mercenary masterminds. Sometimes, I have conquered the Demon King alone.
A woman with one-of-a-kind glasses, met by such a muscade on her journey. This Cowen, who says he can't even see a person's face without glasses, clearly looked unfamiliar. Around using a purse with all the property in it at the restaurant to pay for the change in grandeur, it's dangerous and irresistible. He was hired as a cautionary stick to help surround both sides of the club. Now for the time being, we continue our wandering journey, but when any of them are going to settle somewhere based, Muscade, until just a moment ago, yes, he thought.
Muscade is the witch's own information network, and has already heard the whole story of the witch regiment. Rather, the surviving witches have informed us. To encourage the still living witch, to warn. Muscade was angry as a blaze when he heard of the death of his master Granchelle, but it was no other Corwen who quenched that anger. Until then, Muscade had only thought about Cowen to the extent of taking him on a journey with many smiles, but for the first time Muscade saw Cowen's expression turn into an expression other than a smile. When Cowen suddenly got a serious look, he began to repeat the question to the witch's user demon early on in the arrow. What good is the enemy, how many people, what was used and how the witches were killed. Cowen's expression was serious in itself, and the witch's user-demon couldn't keep up with answering repeated questions early in the arrow succession.
Eventually, when the whole question was over, Cowen vanished somewhere fluttering when he suddenly said he wanted to be alone. Then Cowen, who reappeared the next morning, suddenly began to skip the instructions to this and Muscade. I thought it was something muscade, but Cowen just said one thing,
"If you want to avenge your master, follow my instructions."
I just said it off. Cowen's eyes were so compelling at that time that Muscade accidentally followed her instructions as they were.
What Cowen did was actively take requests from basic mercenaries, but all of them were very successful. There are many horrible things about Cowen. Sometimes I secured them all without killing 100 bandits with just five mercenaries, and I've also wiped out a bunch of demons in traps without doing anything directly. Cowen let him do anything from the way he traded, to its new development, to the way he plowed the fields, to his search for people. Among other things, Muscade was impressed by the fact that he rounded up a decade-long skirmish between local lords with three inches of mouth. Sometimes intimidating, sometimes softening. Cowen led the soldiers from battle to tongue battle, and let them go brilliantly. Muscade no longer thought of Cowen as just a prolonged, palpable daughter.
And it was on this battlefield that Cowen instructed him to go next. Muscade wondered if Cowen would gather mercenaries to join the battle as it was, but what was on his mind. Cowen went directly to this front line without registering his participation in the battlefield with the Alliance. If you do that, you won't be paid for doing anything, and there's no guarantee in case. You can get caught up in battle and die drooling. I just thought I was doing something in the guild, but it remains unclear what the hell I was doing. But Muscade, who saw Cowen's many amazing achievements, followed her as she did.
But is it time for the limit? The number of injuries at Fort Salamo increased, even though the fort was not already functioning. Plus I know because Muscade is a witch, the abnormality of last night's battle. An unusual collection of magic with one small mountain blowing up and forest burning. If that place isn't heavenly, it's about this dry zone. The fire would have flared on one side once in a while. Even this relatively green border area, where trees have been grown over the years, has once again been turned into a burning field. The spirits are still bothering with the aftertaste of last night.
It was very difficult for Muscade to think that there were so many sorceries, no magicians, but the facts are facts. I couldn't sleep a single night in surprise, but Corwen slept better. I was looking through the user demons that let go all over the battlefield to find out what happened, even if Muscade spoke up.
"It's okay - our turn is after tomorrow. Ah. Now we need to sleep tight... guh."
I only left it out and slept dignified. Muscade was stunned by Cowen's figure, but now he is.
And now they were staying halfway to the fort using witchcraft of perception inhibition. It's already been 5 days since that happened. Until then, if you say you have no choice because you have not registered for the guild, but the muscade was no longer even enough to remember the respect for its prestigious grace of appropriately wearing military food but sitting there. Both myself and my master, Granchelle, were quite thick human beings, but the moderation was meant to be overwhelming.
But in the morning, Cowen suddenly went to the mercenary regiment employed in this fort and tried to negotiate something. I remember hearing a man say instead of the captain, the man's face had one harsh look on his face.
But when the scene pulled back lightly, Corwen instructed him to rent a painting of the fort again and wait. Cowen's eyes suddenly opened slightly when Muscade started falling asleep (you know) from all night tiredness.
"... I'm here ~"
"Huh?"
Cowen did not wait for Muscade's reply and asked what was going on around him. If you look, there seemed to be some noise at the main entrance.
"Mm-hmm, it's a little different than I expected, but now you'll have movement ~"
"Hey, what are you talking about?
"This fort is under attack - it will fall less"
Muscade's mouth unwittingly opens to a prolonged Cowen tone even when he comes here.
"Falling... what are we gonna do? Fight or run?
"Calm down - it's up to the situation what we're going to do - but there's a good chance we'll get you to fight for it."
"To me? You want me to use my powers against my human opponents?
"No, I won't let your human opponent use his power. This time it's another opponent. That's why I'm only bringing you here."
"Let's talk about the details later - we need to head to a great place first."
"Is that the front door?
"No, it's the main circle of the fort ~"
I wasn't sure what Cowen was thinking, and Muscade followed Cowen as he slipped his neck, leaving early enough from a painting of the fort.
Continued
"Are you glad, Cowen? "What is it?"Asked was a flashy woman dressed in a deep red robe. The hat is the one wearing the witchy triangle hat, but it looked like a dancer or a tavern seller in Tarram's whore town. I see fleshy thighs from a short skirt. Though the chest was not left wide open, that chest, which was clearly too assertive, could not be concealed without being dressed in more relaxed clothes.But it is she who is Muscade, the disciple of the blazing witch Granchelle. She had already been approved as a clean witch and had left Granchelle's former to be independent. But she trapped herself in a secluded place, not to speak to the Spirit or nature, and wandered the nations to spread her sight and ear. As part of this, they sometimes imitated mercenary masterminds. Sometimes, I have conquered the Demon King alone.A woman with one-of-a-kind glasses, met by such a muscade on her journey. This Cowen, who says he can't even see a person's face without glasses, clearly looked unfamiliar. Around using a purse with all the property in it at the restaurant to pay for the change in grandeur, it's dangerous and irresistible. He was hired as a cautionary stick to help surround both sides of the club. Now for the time being, we continue our wandering journey, but when any of them are going to settle somewhere based, Muscade, until just a moment ago, yes, he thought.Muscade is the witch's own information network, and has already heard the whole story of the witch regiment. Rather, the surviving witches have informed us. To encourage the still living witch, to warn. Muscade was angry as a blaze when he heard of the death of his master Granchelle, but it was no other Corwen who quenched that anger. Until then, Muscade had only thought about Cowen to the extent of taking him on a journey with many smiles, but for the first time Muscade saw Cowen's expression turn into an expression other than a smile. When Cowen suddenly got a serious look, he began to repeat the question to the witch's user demon early on in the arrow. What good is the enemy, how many people, what was used and how the witches were killed. Cowen's expression was serious in itself, and the witch's user-demon couldn't keep up with answering repeated questions early in the arrow succession.Eventually, when the whole question was over, Cowen vanished somewhere fluttering when he suddenly said he wanted to be alone. Then Cowen, who reappeared the next morning, suddenly began to skip the instructions to this and Muscade. I thought it was something muscade, but Cowen just said one thing,"If you want to avenge your master, follow my instructions."I just said it off. Cowen's eyes were so compelling at that time that Muscade accidentally followed her instructions as they were.What Cowen did was actively take requests from basic mercenaries, but all of them were very successful. There are many horrible things about Cowen. Sometimes I secured them all without killing 100 bandits with just five mercenaries, and I've also wiped out a bunch of demons in traps without doing anything directly. Cowen let him do anything from the way he traded, to its new development, to the way he plowed the fields, to his search for people. Among other things, Muscade was impressed by the fact that he rounded up a decade-long skirmish between local lords with three inches of mouth. Sometimes intimidating, sometimes softening. Cowen led the soldiers from battle to tongue battle, and let them go brilliantly. Muscade no longer thought of Cowen as just a prolonged, palpable daughter.And it was on this battlefield that Cowen instructed him to go next. Muscade wondered if Cowen would gather mercenaries to join the battle as it was, but what was on his mind. Cowen went directly to this front line without registering his participation in the battlefield with the Alliance. If you do that, you won't be paid for doing anything, and there's no guarantee in case. You can get caught up in battle and die drooling. I just thought I was doing something in the guild, but it remains unclear what the hell I was doing. But Muscade, who saw Cowen's many amazing achievements, followed her as she did.But is it time for the limit? The number of injuries at Fort Salamo increased, even though the fort was not already functioning. Plus I know because Muscade is a witch, the abnormality of last night's battle. An unusual collection of magic with one small mountain blowing up and forest burning. If that place isn't heavenly, it's about this dry zone. The fire would have flared on one side once in a while. Even this relatively green border area, where trees have been grown over the years, has once again been turned into a burning field. The spirits are still bothering with the aftertaste of last night.It was very difficult for Muscade to think that there were so many sorceries, no magicians, but the facts are facts. I couldn't sleep a single night in surprise, but Corwen slept better. I was looking through the user demons that let go all over the battlefield to find out what happened, even if Muscade spoke up."It's okay - our turn is after tomorrow. Ah. Now we need to sleep tight... guh."I only left it out and slept dignified. Muscade was stunned by Cowen's figure, but now he is.And now they were staying halfway to the fort using witchcraft of perception inhibition. It's already been 5 days since that happened. Until then, if you say you have no choice because you have not registered for the guild, but the muscade was no longer even enough to remember the respect for its prestigious grace of appropriately wearing military food but sitting there. Both myself and my master, Granchelle, were quite thick human beings, but the moderation was meant to be overwhelming.But in the morning, Cowen suddenly went to the mercenary regiment employed in this fort and tried to negotiate something. I remember hearing a man say instead of the captain, the man's face had one harsh look on his face.But when the scene pulled back lightly, Corwen instructed him to rent a painting of the fort again and wait. Cowen's eyes suddenly opened slightly when Muscade started falling asleep you know from all night tiredness."... I'm here ~""Huh?"Cowen did not wait for Muscade's reply and asked what was going on around him. If you look, there seemed to be some noise at the main entrance."Mm-hmm, it's a little different than I expected, but now you'll have movement ~""Hey, what are you talking about? "This fort is under attack - it will fall less"Muscade's mouth unwittingly opens to a prolonged Cowen tone even when he comes here."Falling... what are we gonna do? Fight or run? "Calm down - it's up to the situation what we're going to do - but there's a good chance we'll get you to fight for it.""To me? You want me to use my powers against my human opponents? "No, I won't let your human opponent use his power. This time it's another opponent. That's why I'm only bringing you here.""Let's talk about the details later - we need to head to a great place first.""Is that the front door? "No, it's the main circle of the fort ~"I wasn't sure what Cowen was thinking, and Muscade followed Cowen as he slipped his neck, leaving early enough from a painting of the fort.Continued
