Albrecht's Chronicles

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The news that Albrecht has personally agreed to meet Michelle's merchants has kept other merchants busy.

What the hell is going on? Why did the king, who had treated the merchants exclusively, meet them?

It is located in a narrow space called Wittenheim, but there is a limit to extracting information.

There were only four or five people on the ground, and it was officially impossible to get information out of them.

The unofficial route was almost blocked as well. If I told the knights the wrong thing, they might get beaten up, and Michelle's merchants had nothing to tell me.

However, he could not ask the king to inform him. Contarini, Gianni, and Morosini tremble with anxiety.

Whether the merchants are anxious or not, Albrecht sits on a chair in the small room where he is staying, touching his chin and thinking.

When Albrecht was knocked unconscious by a dragon, Wesard briefly appeared in his dream.

But as Albrecht woke up and didn't remember, he still felt strange and couldn't remember.

Albrecht's clever head tries to reach deep into the veil of unconsciousness, but it doesn't reach.

Even though it was so difficult and difficult to understand, the contents of the letter were clearly remembered in my mind.

The sound of Achilles' words echoing loudly and loudly. I just thought something magical would work.

No one knew the name of Rosamund's family was Wescade. At the time of the magic demonstration, including Albrecht, everyone was unable to wrap their minds around it.

But neither Randolph nor the knights, nor Michelle's merchants, seemed to notice soon.

But no one knew, including Albrecht, what that meant.

You want to wait in the path of fate? What the hell are you talking about? I didn't know if it was a metaphor or if I was really living, I just happened to bump into him.

Albrecht seemed to lose his sense of reality with each encounter of magic. It was reasonable to bring the fantasy into reality in the first place.

The problem was that the reality had become dull and the matter of the trial had become dull.

I didn't think the merchants of the Mikele family had come here to see this. because they didn't seem to know what they were getting into.

Albrecht reminded himself of the trial. I thought of the soldier who had fallen miserably under an ambush while I was preaching to him on my orders.

Thinking about what you did to the soldier, you can't just walk away. And he sent you with his sword, and you dared to invade Illudia?

Whatever the merchants have done, they promise not to let it slide. No, to be honest, I've already decided to kill him.

It was only the matter of the trial how many to kill. The merchants were unaware of this.

Time has passed and the day of judgment has come. Since morning, merchants have gathered in the square where Randolph's wedding festival was held.

They looked at each other with cautious gaze, far away from the other families.

The parties were also detained and gathered at the trial. They take a peek at the other party and never look back.

Birds in the forest were singing at night with a cheerful cry. The morning with a pale blue light because of the cloudy weather seemed to represent the merciful hearts of the merchants.

As the lake always showed its beauty in changing its clothes at that time, the cloudy days also had their own scenery.

The merchants looked up at the sky to see if it would rain or not. The cloud was not so crowded that I thought I might not come if I did well. But I didn't know it again.

There was no one in the world who could predict exactly what was happening in the sky. As merchants are unsure whether it will rain or not, they have no idea whether they will die or survive Albrecht.

Shortly thereafter, twelve knights stepped into the intestine with flags painted on white with swordpeckers spreading their wings, or on white with black crosses.

The knights' chained armor clashes against each other, making a small chirping sound. The merchants now thought it was the most eerie sound in the world.

More than 200 other knights were looking at merchants from afar, frozen gazes surrounding the intestines.

Beyond that, at the foot of the mountain, many people, including the people of Wittenheim, were gathered to watch the trial.

Immediately, Albrecht enters the intestine with Randolph in his arms. The day of the trial didn't change my outfit.

I was wearing a tunic embroidered in gold silk and a sword from my father on my waist.

Then, on your left hand, you have Illudian blood dripping in the black. The merchants felt anxious that the king would kill them as a result of the trial in Illudia.

Albrecht steps into the center of the void and sits on a chair on a rapid platform. Then I sat down in a chair and tried to sweep the merchants away. Albrecht's blue eyes seem colder because of the cloudy weather.

There were twenty merchants left in each family for the current week. They were far away from the other families.

“I will start the trial. The party members of each family come forward. ”

A bold, distinctive voice came from Albrecht's mouth. Then Randolph shouts out loud.

“The members of each family, come forward! ”

Like the king, Zeke Maringen's change bag with blond and blue eyes exclaimed with confidence, and the monks came to Albrecht. Their expressions were surprisingly blurred.

Albrecht glances at the four partisans who have come before him for a moment. It was four people who ruled one of the best cities in the world, Lucretia.

They were almost entirely conquering the south beyond Lucretia, and with their influence on the eastern continent, they were as powerful owners as Albrecht.

But they always rebelled and did not obstruct any means to put a knife to each other's backs. During Diego's time as a merchant, Dalju was one of them, but was expelled.

Albrecht thinks of Diego and looks at Diego from afar.

You hold Valentina's hand tightly, and look at her with anxious eyes. Rather, Valentina's expression is calm.

She had brown hair, but she was still pretty when she reached the 30th rank. It was still attractive to have cat-like eyes.

Albrecht coldly takes his eyes off them and looks back at the parties.

“I'll give you a chance to make excuses for the invasion of the soldier who delivered on my orders. Representatives are welcome to make an argument, and I will listen from the left. Then start your debate with Fabricio of Moronini. ”

Albrecht imitated the trial by saving the Earth's memory, but due to the age limitations, he had to be a fisticuffer.

Essentially, there was no separate investigation agency, so it was not a situation that you could look into and judge in advance about the incident.

Therefore, he had no choice but to listen to the defendant's defense on the day of the trial and sentence the defendant directly on the spot.

I could have set a date for the conviction, but I thought genetic testing was a world without fingerprints, so setting a date for the conviction would only impede an immediate trial.

Of course, if you set a separate date for the sentence, the court will have time to consider it, but that was the only thing to do based on the situation.

Unfortunately, Albrecht had to rush back to Mary, although he was not a party to the current incident.

Even though Albrecht was such a punching bag, Albrecht had to go to trial because he was conscious of the articles he was watching.

Albrecht was later thinking of taking the knights of the Lysen Knights around the provinces as the King's Inquisitor.

It was hard to expect them to have professional legal knowledge. At the very least, the trial meant listening to the case parties in this format.

And beyond just educational purposes of the articles, considering the contemporary trial, this was still the most advanced trial.

It was because the trial of this age was disposable according to the people's trial, religious trial, or just the Lord's mood.

It was the trial of this age that the villagers gathered in the plaza and threw stones at the accused and said that he was innocent if he survived, or that the Inquisitor hung the rich woman and drowned her, and then climbed into the difficult water, the witch, and if he drowned, he would go to heaven. The duel trial was the fairest.

Give the party adequate time to argue, and let the judge hear and decide. It was a world that was very simple but could not be simple.

However, let's not be mistaken, the trial was not a trial covering innocence.

Albrecht was already thinking of killing the merchants. It was about how much I killed. The merchants didn't even know they were dreaming.

It was also about the king's prestige. The king's majesty stood only in the sight of blood.

At Albrecht's words, the patrons look back. Then, five or six people approached the week, as if the party's best men had already prepared.

Among them, I saw Valentina. Diego gives Valentina a sad look for the hand she was holding.

Valentina approaches her father with a bold expression. Albrecht's eyes met for a moment, but Albrecht purposely avoided.

The Moronini side, who had been nominated first, said something rashly, then took off the hat worn by a middle-aged man and came out to Albrecht.

“Your Majesty, I have one request. Perhaps, since the victim is our only witness, I would like to call him here to the public court to hear his story. ”

Albrecht raises his eyebrows and nods. It was because I remembered something like a witness newspaper on Earth.

Contemporary people on Earth are common sense, but these were the first trials like this. Albrecht felt that they had pierced their nature and somehow the shape of the trial.

Albrecht looks at Randolph and says,

“Get Goetz. ”

“I understand.”

Randolph approaches the knight standing by with a guard and relays the king's message. The knight came out of the intestine, stockpiling the resting Goetz on the bed.

“Sit comfortably in a chair. ”

He was seriously injured, so it was better to sit in a chair than to stand. It was an honor to be able to sit before the king.

Goetz had his whole body covered in bandages, his face still covered with his left eye, and his diaphragm was draped.

Thanks to Rosamund's diligent care, he did not die fortunately. Rather, it seemed to me that I was getting my health back now that I look a little light-headed.

Goetz sits on a chair underneath the altar, dragging his uncomfortable body. The merchants expressionless, but anxious. Why the hell did Moronini call that soldier?

Immediately, the middle-aged merchant who requested a witness coughed and approached the soldier. The soldier was somewhat embarrassed because he was among those who couldn't even face him as usual.

“Hmmm, Hmmm. I am Alonso of Moronini, the merchant of Lucretia. I'd like to ask you a few questions about the day of the trial. Let's see... So, if you followed the path south of Roentland, you must have followed the king's orders from the coin village and headed for Lightingen with Iludia? ”

Goetz was unable to understand quickly because of the confusion caused by the situation, but he nodded as soon as he looked back at the merchant's words.

“Well, yes. ”

“Then how long has it been since you left town that you were attacked? ”

“Three, three days. Three days later.”

Three days after Goetz left town, Albrecht was resting in the Inn Village.

“Was it night or was it day? ”

“It was around sunset. I was joyfully traveling with my colleagues while showing them Illudia, showing off to people and eating for free...... I was attacked by masked monsters protruding from the bush when I walked down the road next to them. ”

“How many of those masked vigilantes in total? ”

“About four or five? I don't remember exactly because I don't remember. I think it was about that. My group was five, including me. ”

“How good were they? What kind of weapon did you fight with? ”

“All the weapons were holding swords. And their skills were at a level that I couldn't face. However, when I pulled the Illudian out and swung it, it was the armor of the opponent's armor and I cut it all down. I didn't kill him, but I remember some of him being seriously injured. They tried to take over Ilydia, but they didn't give her up for dead. When people saw him from afar, he ran away. Then I dropped the cloth with the crest on it. ”

In the last words of the soldier, the Contrarians swallowed dry saliva. I quickly examined Albrecht's complexion, but the king was just a grave. The merchant who newspapers Goetz did not care and continued to ask questions.

“Then have you not seen their pommels in battle? ”

“Foam, what? ”

It was a weapon used primarily by Black Nobles and Knights. It was not used by ordinary soldiers or commoners.

Many of the soldiers wore swords unarmed, but they were of poor quality.

Goetz was unfamiliar with the sword, so he didn't know the name of each part well.

“at the end of the blade's handle. It's generally rounded. It engraves symbols on the inside. ”

Around this time, Albrecht's eyes lit up. From what I hear, we might be able to figure out who did this.

I don't know why I didn't think to ask Goeths, but I thought it would be nice to know about the trial from now on.

Nevertheless, even if Albrecht asked, it might take a long time to catch the culprit, so the merchants were right once.

Goetz only looks at the merchant's question, "That's Pommel."

And the merchant took an item out of his arms. On a bronze plate with only a palm, a black raven sits with its wings folded in.

“Is this what it looks like? ”

Goetz looks at the crow on the bronze plate and yells, pointing at it with his fingers, even though he is uncomfortable moving.

“No, that's right. That pommel thing, that was there! How did you know!”

Everyone wondered how the merchant knew about Goeths' words. The merchants around me were all nervous.

It was because he was behind it that the Goetz journalist couldn't figure out what he had taken out.

Albrecht carefully looked at the raven crest, which he seemed to have seen somewhere, and which he didn't. The merchant holding the bronze plate shouts with confidence.

“Here! Take a look! This is the Oatville crest of the lord of the eastern hemisphere! ”

Albrecht was a little dumbstruck when he heard the name in a strange place.

Hestein was one of the main commanders of the Crusade with Albrecht who killed Philipp in place of Albrecht.

After Philipp's death, he decided to eat on the north side of the Eastern Continent. However, the supply was cut off by the League of Merchants' plan and eventually returned to the home country, failing.

He looks like a thug, not as if he's the lord, and touches Albrecht's brain. In his head, he looks at himself with a distinctive, sinister smile.

Albrecht remembered something new about Hestein. I remembered I almost killed him in the first meeting, and I also remembered that I bowed with pride and bluntly apologized to him for making the deal.

I also resented the fact that Hestein was better off because Philip and his people were so dead.

Before Albrecht broke up with Hestein, I remember the last time he manipulated a prostitute.

Why the hell would he attack my messenger now? What's in it for you? Albrecht was dumber than angry.

However, the merchant's words in the newspaper were not finished. He continued. I felt like I was holding a sword sack and swinging it at the other families of the League of Merchants.

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