Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

12 – The day before Yeongji War

Nothing happened after that.

However, I will only say that it took a considerable amount of time for her to come out with a casual look on her face after opening her door with her face reddened.

Take, break.

As we left the inn, a carriage stopped in front of us with the sound of horses’ hooves.

“Kkeuh, are you here?”

As if the vocal chords had been soaked in alcohol for about three years, a drunken voice came from the driver’s side.

It was Gilford, who was sitting in front of the wagon, tipping a bottle.

The smell of alcohol stung my nose, but I said, trying my best not to frown.

“Gilford? Why did you come to the inn?”

“I sent the main unit out first, and I called in another wagon. Anyway, you came too late. What are you doing inside?”

Asked Gilford shrugging his shoulders.

“No, that is-“

“Because I was wasting my time at the inn.”

Miss Priianian opened her mouth as if to protest, but I scratched my head and said it.

Hearing her words, she turned to me.

“Why is that?”

She turned her head away again without saying anything.

“What did you do at the inn?”

Guilford asked meaningfully.

‘A crossbow was pointed at his head. It was the first time in my life that I almost died at an inn.’

“It’s just that it was the first time in my life that I entered an inn. I was late to look around. Sorry.”

I only told the truth. Even when I was on Earth, I had never been to a place like a motel.

I could feel the strange gaze from a third party intervening in this conversation, but I was happy to ignore it.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t understand. It’s a strange feeling when you find freedom and enter an inn for the first time.”

Gilford, who knows my past – that is, as a slave – shook his head a couple of times, swallowed two sips of the alcohol that came with it, and said.

“Be careful next time, okay?”

Gilford said slyly.

It was a magic created by the alcohol he had just accumulated and the trust I had accumulated.

“Thank you for your understanding.”

“Well, it’s okay because you came. You’re Miss Priyanian, by the way, aren’t you? Nice to meet you. Vice-captain Gilford Procter.”

“Oh, yes.”

Miss Priianian greeted me with a trembling face.

Even after that, Guilford made fun of me, saying that if it wasn’t for me, you should have walked, but I could see his intentions.

‘Because no one can stop you from drinking if you come separately.’

You came later and you said you smelled like alcohol? How can you hush when you’ve already finished drinking?

“Anyway, to think that other mercenaries are doing what they can do. It’s like Guilford, too.”

So I just told him what he wanted to hear.

Because the truth and the right answer are different, people have a natural instinct to hear what they want to hear, and social life begins with willingly fulfilling that instinct.

“Well, thank you for thinking that way. It was worthwhile to bring the wagon.”

Gilford said nonchalantly. However, he couldn’t hide the fact that the corner of his mouth was slightly raised.

“Now, passengers. Get on the back and we’ll leave.”

But if someone hadn’t tried to shoot people with a crossbow, wouldn’t they have arrived at the Mercenary Corps a long time ago?

With such a sudden thought, I looked at someone as I got into the carriage.

Someone looked at me with a bit of pity, then changed his expression and said.

“What are you watching?”

I turned my head again.

***

The Million Territory will come out if you go ‘just a little further’ by carriage.

Of course, let’s just know that a little bit more of this damn world without navigation or highways can increase because of various complex factors.

That’s why ‘a little more’ and ‘almost all’ were common habits for coachmen in another world, but this was a bit harsh.

“We are almost there.”

A fourth “Almost everything” Came out of the coachman’s mouth. It was because I used ‘a little more’ three times.

Each person in the carriage was already relieved of boredom in a different way.

If you look at Gilford in front of you first, he was blowing a bottle with a bottle he didn’t know where he got it from.

Occasionally the coachman was seen turning his head the other way, pinching his nose or swatting his hand, but his actions also showed that riding at the end of the carriage was the right choice.

And our new double mercenary, who was sitting in front of me, continued to ask me questions with a stern expression on his face.

I don’t know what you’re so curious about, but it wasn’t pretty bad having a girl of Eve’s age getting attention from me, but what can I say about this.

As if. It felt like being investigated at a police station.

“Where are you from?”

Earth.

“I am from the Far East.”

“Where in the Far East?”

Korea.

“It is an unnamed village.”

“Anyway, try talking. Don’t you know? Do I know?”

If the name of Korea is known here, that’s fear.

“No matter how much C-class doubles mercenaries, even Miss Priian, who made the world go wild, wouldn’t know.”

She laughed incredulously.

“Aha, what is a C-class mercenary making a fuss about?”

“It’s a C-rank, but receiving twice the pay is a great achievement in itself.”

I don’t know what you got it for.

“Mr. G-House. Did you already know?”

She asked quietly, lowering her voice.

“What do you mean?”

“When I pointed my crossbow at the inn.”

Ah, that’s what you mean.

I answered honestly.

Feel, hear.

And one more word. I just felt it was normal.

“Doesn’t everyone make a sound? The difference is how little you pay. But I was just lucky.”

Then her eyes widened.

“Are you really an F-class mercenary? Isn’t it a class B that hides its power or something like that?”

I took out the mercenary plaque to avoid any misunderstanding.

“Now, here’s a hot mercenary pack, so take a look.”

She looked at her mercenary card for a while, then tilted her head.

It’s not really a joke since a person who looks like a doll is like that.

“No. Most of the scouts who come to invite me don’t know until they make a sound…”

“I have a good sense.”

Thanks to a certain mad master who flew a crossbow through the skylight while doing errands in the bathroom under the pretext of being ambush and prepared for sniping.

And it was only then that Ms. Prianian’s eyes widened as if she had seen the title and golden star under the mercenary plaque.

“Five years of service as a slave mercenary in Northern Britain? Wasn’t this just a joke? Were you a real monster?”

It’s strange to hear such words from someone who has done nonsensical things, but I accepted it in moderation.

“Nice to meet you. It is a monster and a joke golfer G-House.”

“Mr. G-House. Are you a great person?”

“Isn’t it all because I’m good?”

“You say that with your own mouth. I think you can double as a mercenary with a thick face.”

“Thank you. Even if you don’t get twice as much money and rewards, please call it G-House, which doubles back curses and stabs.”

***

As I was joking around like that, just when I thought I’d arrive soon, the coachman shouted outside.

“We are almost there, so prepare in advance!”

I saw a sign outside the wagon.

The fifth ‘almost all’ must have been real, not an empty check.

And, as always, the carriage headed for the forest outside the estate instead of going to the castle.

No one likes to see dozens of heavily armed mercenaries roaming the city.

There were even fewer nobles who would take care of the guys who called because they didn’t want to get their hands dirty, and all they had to do was give them money.

It’s a wreath that a girl wears around her neck, and if you want to be treated well while walking under a placard like ‘Congratulations on the Birth of a Guardian of Gyeong Park’, you should become a knight or wizard.

I’m not going to be a mercenary here.

***

The Hwar’an Mercenary Camp was just tents set up on the grass, and several mercenaries were running around the grass holding polearms with tree branches.

I guess I haven’t chased the snake yet. Don’t go there

The mercenaries fighting the territory battle in the north usually arrive the day before the battle and set up camp, unless it is very far away.

The reason is simple.

Wherever you are, there are bound to be places where you want quick results with an instant mess.

That’s why this town has been through so many wars that it has developed three things in particular.

This is how to cut a person’s throat with a knife, how to get rid of a person’s parents with words, and how to make a person sick with a b*tch.

It is standard to release special laxatives made by the Alchemy Guild, which decompose naturally after 2 days, into the surrounding water sources.

“Hey! There came a snake!”

“If I can’t catch that, I won’t be able to sleep tonight!”

And untie the snake like that.

Until about 4 years ago, I also used centipedes and scorpions, but these are hard to find, but it is difficult to handle them, and there are a lot of cubs who get bitten and bite bubbles after handling them roughly, so I only use snakes these days. It is also easy to handle moderately.

But there was one unspoken rule, no murder before the start of the war.

I don’t know why. It could be because the nobles were against it, or it could be because they made an ambush.

After that, it didn’t matter whether I shot an arrow at the base or planted a meteor, but it usually ended in one day, so that’s not the case.

That’s why I prefer laxatives rather than poison, rather than the rain of arrows as soon as I get off the wagon, rather the poisonous snakes crawling on the ground. All you have to worry about is iron on the roadside and gravel in the campground.

Of course, there are many other things to be careful about.

“Hey, are you here? Who is the beautiful lady next to-“

“Uh, Bekal. Watch your feet.”

I snatched the pole from Bekal that was wandering in front of me and stabbed it into the grass in front of me. He was five steps ahead of him.

―Chalkang!

With a crackling sound, the tip of the pole split.

For example. Is this a bear trap?

I handed the pole to which the bear trap was hung and said again to Bekal.

“Get a shot later.”

For reference, these were the basic requirements.

If you think of the aforementioned taboo in the opposite way, at least if you don’t kill it, everything will be fine.

After being thanked by Bekal, we went straight to Hwar’an.

He was in a huge, ger-like tent as usual.

“Ah! Did you come And next to her is Miss Prianian. Long time no see.”

Hwaran asked her to shake her hand, and Miss Prianian shook her hand politely with both of her hands.

“You can call me Lorna. Captain Grunchian. I wish you well in the future.”

“Then call me Hwaran! Why are you so humble?”

We’re working together anyway. Hwaran said that and offered a chair.

As we sat down, he brought out the papers and showed them to us.

It was a piece of paper with someone’s personal information written on it, but there were a few drops of blood on the corner, giving it a bloody look.

“Now, this is the information about the Sarian mercenary wizard. I got it from the branch manager who tried to hide this before coming to the Million Mansion… No.”

Thank you, Uphouse. I don’t know if you’re alive, but if you went, I hope you had a good time.

“Before that, let me ask you something. Aye. Do you know why I asked for Lorna?”

“You must have done it to neutralize the opposing mage. As a means to deal with the real ones from the wizard guild, not the half-penny people who say they use magic and take a long time to cast.”

I said the answer I thought. It was an answer anyone could have predicted.

“Exactly.”

Hwaran said positively. He said, pointing to the papers.

“Fylian Locke. The school is a mage who doesn’t know where it is. Although he is in the 4th tier, he has not been promoted for a while, so he is not very strong.”

“Is what I have to do, shoot Locke?”

Miss Priianian asked that, and Huarian pointed to the documents and said.

“Can you do it?”

At his command, Miss Prianian nodded his head without hesitation.

“I will.”

“Okay. After all, it’s the order sniper answer.”

‘Order Sniper?’

After a while, an anecdote came to my mind.

A few months ago, a mercenary who single-handedly sniped an opponent’s mage during a territory battle that took place in the central region in 5 years and disappeared like the wind.

And if she’s really the spell sniper I know, she understands why she took on this job and how happy Huar An is to see her, but at the same time, a question arose.

Why is there no talk about guards?

It doesn’t make sense for a shooter like her to not have a guard.

Did you read my thoughts? He pointed at me this time and said.

“You’ll have to take on the role of guard. You’re the only one who has the least recognition and sure skill among the people available right now.”

“In terms of popularity, is it because I’m a golfer, not Assei?”

“Yes. The name Ase is now gone from the roster. Of course I will continue to call it that.”

I could understand what he was saying.

“By the way, Miss Prianian’s doctor should also listen-“

“I’m fine.”

Miss Priianian said with a nonchalant expression.

And she added her words without looking in my direction.

“Because I’ve seen your skills clearly.”

Uh, I have nothing to say at this point.

“Ah. I must have shown you something. By the way, since you say you like it, I’ll have to make you Lorna’s temporary guard, okay.”

Hwaran smiled and said. My solo commitment was already confirmed.

In that case, I had to come up with my own countermeasures.

“Then, I have a lot to ask of you.”

“I’ll listen.”

Hwaran looked at me as if to say something.

“You should listen to anything you need.”