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Published at 24th of August 2022 07:00:49 AM


Chapter 771: Missing Talent, Part 150 ~ Wedge ~

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"How did you plan on stopping this fight if it didn't end like this?

"Oh, is that so? It's easy, Vesel will eventually prevail in this battle, but by arguing (giving) Pfeiffer's evil, you'll make the outcome of the war itself aye, won't you? Then the client gets blamed internationally, but the client, who was originally a country of bandits, doesn't even do it because of ethical issues, right?

And Pfeiffer was chased for his identity, and the client used some pretext to attack Vesel again. For putting in a huge amount of money in the battle ahead, Weasel has nothing to loot, so now he won't even be hiring competent mercenaries ~. Ultimately, his clients will win, and Weasel will settle for it in the form of paying compensation. "

"I see. Then how much will the final equilibrium between Vesel and the client be preserved? But in the long run, there's no progress."

"Exactly. Perhaps Pfeiffer, the only person with a long-term view of the client's future. So I dyed my hands contraindicated. But I wanted motivation to hold the experiment myself. He got that trigger this time, but it's going to be hard in the future.

But I'd say it fits well, given the scale of the final war. The next war was supposed to be a bigger war because the clientele were supposed to come up with total force, too. I mean, without anticipation, the war would have been prevented yet. Just look at the results, it's the closest way to ending it. "

"A mountain blows up, a forest burns down, it doesn't look that way. Well, if the dispute resolution experts say so."

Brandio was nodding, yeah, like he was convinced. Ips looked at him strangely.

"Are you here to ask me that?

"Oh, let it go? Then you'll be convinced of everything."

"What are you talking about?

"Talk about this one."

Brandio had a strange Ips on his ass, spinning his brains at high speed. I don't know at first glance, but the second war that was prevented before. And less dead as a result. Plus, a bunch of weapons that weren't thrown down besides thoughts. Brandio found out that a lot of things were eating away from his plans.

"(Either Whisper starts to move of his own free will... or he tries to get off the black magician's intentions. And the black magician looks like he lost one handkerchief, but now, what hand are you going to hit next? It would have been easier to predict my next hand if nothing happened, but this would still make it rough)"

Brandio stroked Ips' head, trying not to be understood that he was thinking about it. Ips doesn't like Brandio to stroke his head and tries to get away with it, but the Inquirer doesn't wholesale it.

Finally, Ips waved Brandio's hand away and glanced at Brandio with a slightly sharp eye.

"Are you ready for the 400th anniversary festival? I'm sure you've been entrusted with a good amount of superficial preparation."

"Oh, no. To the Joint National Conferences, Unified Martial Arts Congress. This time I'm thinking about a plan that might be interesting. I wish the prizes were extravagant."

"Phew... well, if you're working, fine."

"When I leave it to you!

Brandi stuck his thumb out scared, but Ips ignored it and left. Brandio had trouble lowering the finger he put out, but he couldn't stand up on the spot without anyone, so he had to leave the spot with a dry laugh.

When Alphilis left, sparing Miranda his goodbyes, he returned to his camp. Once the mercenary regiment is still allowed to garrison in the castle of Kandert, the occupation will be their job if the regular army of the clientele arrives soon enough. At that stage, Alphilis and the others will be rewarded, and this job will be unhelpful.

I need to finish preparing my faction to withdraw by then. The Regular Army basically won't let mercenaries behave in our faces. Naturally, mercenaries often packed their bags and left as soon as the battle was over. It is the norm not to be given much while mourning the spirit of the war dead.

While Alphilis was thinking about the faction, he was thinking about the casualties of the war who came out not least. I gave them some sort of allowance if they had family, survivors. It was the heart of Alphilis that I wanted to do.

But waiting for the Alphilis to return to the camp was a heavier report than I could have imagined. It's Uty who flies fluttering with his dripping face.

"Alfi..."

"What's wrong, Uty? It's unusual for you to look so dark."

"Yeah... I need to apologize to you"

But before Utility could continue, the line opened its mouth first.

"No, you don't have to apologize. You did better than that."

"But"

"But heck no. Alfie, this is a bad report. Lloyd's dead."

"Lloyd!?

Alphilis couldn't hide his surprise at the abruptly overheard report. The death of Lloyd, who until now relied on him as one of the great captains, was the first death of a key figure for Alphilis.

Continued




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