Albrecht's Chronicles

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The lords, including Albrecht, return to their seats, shouting for a steady cry of relief. The lords are just confused. Shouting for relief isn't too much? Albrecht clears his throat.

Either way, we have an overall strategy and an approximate action to take right now.

The strategy was not to wage a delay, but to defeat the Wild King quickly, and then rally their total capabilities to drive out the Hero King.

To do that, a plan has been put in place to deal with the Wild King. If Albrecht engages the opponent in a showdown – stealing or pillaging – the principal will be there to deal with them.

We started discussing details, and the X.O., Ecbert, decided to lead the expedition while Albrecht was away.

I have agreed to accompany the commanders of the left and right and to examine the appropriate hills and hills for combat, and to train accordingly.

Albrecht has established a contact system to communicate with him from time to time, but when Albrecht gives the order to march slowly around the scouts, destroying the opponents once he reaches the area.

The present forces continued to join forces until the deviation discussion, and the meeting continued until nightfall.

Albrecht had to endure grinning and grinning as he met those who could not feel him leading the people of the North and Central.

The lords felt like Albrecht was ready to die as he was about to go into battle, just like the incarnation of the battle that had struck 100,000 Amazes.

“Hmmm, Hmmm. That concludes today's mission meeting. Oh, by the way, did you bring him the equipment I appointed to be your deputy today for a man named William? ”

Some of them seemed to already know about making William Deputy, but some didn't.

The lords sit back down as they get up, and Ecbert looks at Albrecht and says,

“I've got your gear, but what about the circus crest? ”

“Just do the same for me. ”

Albrecht's Circuit is white with a black cross and a family crest in the middle.

The Hoenclature was a relatively simple sentence painted white, black, white and black, quadratically quadrated horizontally across the shield shape.

The crosses and family crests of the circus were slightly skewed, not painted with dye, but with black cloth and rosamund on top.

“Anyway, I'll send an assistant tomorrow to select elite soldiers. I'll let you know when I'm done with training. Dismissed.”

As Albrecht finishes speaking, the lords rise. Even though Albrecht was the farthest entrance to the command barracks, he wanted to see Rosamund and ran out first.

I hurried to the Queen's tent, but I didn't see Rosamund again today.

I can't watch you in the corner! I'm not taking care of you today! ’

During the moonlight torches are lit up, and light flashes out from the tents, and Albrecht runs through the encampment like a tiger chasing a game.

I went to the field hospital, but I couldn't see her.

“Where is Rosamund? ”

Albrecht squeezes the girl who was taking care of the wounded.

When she sees Albrecht flashing and breathing fire from her nose, she quickly takes off her white hoodie and bows her head, startled and standing in a hurry.

“My lady, you are looking at an orphan. ”

“Where is it?! ”

Albrecht flinches again before the girl gives you her location.

A large tent is visible around the outskirts of the encampment. Albrecht runs straight up and opens the entrance to the tent.

An orphan who lost his parents because of the war was sleeping around. Some were awake, and Albrecht was just staring at horse shit.

Rosamund is sleeping with a child in his arms. She looks at Albrecht and raises her index finger to her mouth.

Albrecht shakes his head as if to refuse.

‘I can't watch you today. ’

Albrecht quietly approached and grabbed the child sleeping in Rosamund's arms, gently hugged them, and there were other women who looked after the children, and handed the child over to them. And he gently hugged Rosamund behind his back and under his knee.

Rosamund struggles to escape with a surprised face, but it is not possible.

Albrecht hugs her, leaving the gutter and heading for the queen's tent.

Rosamund shouts in a low voice.

“Let go, let go! I am the king!”

Albrecht shakes his head.

“No. I can't see you today. ”

It was definitely southerly. It was night, but there were still quite a few people outside. After leaving the noble, ordinary, male, and female village, everyone looked at each other with their eyes wide open.

No one didn't know they were lovers, but it was like talking about setting up a new neighborhood.

Albrecht enters the Queen's tent, puts Rosamund to bed, and presses Ziggy. She makes every effort to escape, but there's nothing she can do about the power of a man who cuts a fully armed knight vertically.

Albrecht looks down at her and speaks seriously.

“I love you, Rosamund. If you say no, I'll stop now. ”

Rosamund looks up at Albrecht, his shivering silver eyes.

Albrecht meets Rosamund's eyes. They stared at each other silently for a long time.

Rosamund gazes quietly at Albrecht's face. Those sad, innocent eyes and those savage, ferocious scars. Maybe I was attracted to this strange sense of otherness from the start.

How did someone with those eyes end up with that scar? What kind of life did he have? How many fights did he have? How much trouble do you think he's in? Did it hurt?

“I, I, for one, I'm just, I'm scared......”

Rosamund stammers, his eyes lowered.

Albrecht was trying his best to stay calm, but his heart is about to burst. How can a person be so beautiful? She felt more like a beauty than a woman. Is this what happens when you make people out of moonlight?

Albrecht breathes heavily just looking at Rosamund. The situation is over, unless she refuses.

I peeled off Rosamund's clothes. Her white and big breasts were revealed. She closes her eyes, leaving everything in Albrecht's hands.

Albrecht looks at Rosamund, who has been held in his arms for a long time. Now I have no time to die. And I had it all.

With his whole body and soul filled with love, Albrecht felt humbled by his duty to honor because it was the truth. I thought I could do anything for her.

If she were an evil girl, the world would be terrified right now. However, the woman who captured the strongest man in the world, whether or not God really bowed down, was the woman who was more heartfelt than anyone else.

“I, Guardian Knight. I'm William. I'm here to pick you up. ”

Albrecht hears William's voice outside, and he's saddened. But I have to go to work. We will fight for her.

“Got it. I'll be right out. ”

Rosamund rises carefully, tucked in a tunic and his sword. After a light kiss on her forehead, she steps out of the tent.

Outside the tent, William was standing in a coat with a chain of armor and the same symbol as Albrecht. A foam with a sword around its waist in its armor still looks awkward.

Albrecht leads the way to the command barracks. William followed.

Since he failed to attend the Operations Conference yesterday, he will give you an overview of the operation and select elite troops.

Albrecht, heading for the command barracks, was taking more steps than ever before.

Albrecht himself knew his own strength, but now he even realized the power of love, he felt like he could even pull out a mountain.

The Wild King! I will not forgive you in the name of love and justice! ’

Albrecht whispers in his mind the famous words of Sailor's Gate. In the snow, a bursting flame blazes as long as it has a catalyst.

Albrecht explained the operation to William and told him to select elite troops.

“Prioritize those familiar with the terrain and forests here. Pick someone who's a good archer. And I will be filtering out about 30 people while training with me. ”

William, who looks presentable, is just about to leave with an order, and Albrecht calls him back.

“Oh, by the way, I'm sorry I just became a knight, but you have to dress up as a hunter. Rapidly maneuvering is a life plan. ”

“I understand.”

William replies briefly and leaves the barracks. Albrecht looks back at him and recalls Randolph and Hermann. I'm sure he's doing well.

Hermann was originally a knight, and only Randolph and William were the knights Albrecht himself.

Albrecht was not a particularly caring style, and they all treated him the same, but the knights who handwritten him felt special somehow.

Randolph was always good at what he did, but sometimes he felt stubborn. Herman was the type to just let him fight, not let him do anything else.

You'll see what William looks like, but he feels something stiff about his appearance. In this age, those who brush their hair so neatly and trim their beards have seen few but nobles.

The hunter's hat was trimmed well the first time I saw it, and he had a brown feather in it. He seemed to care about his style.

However, there are no knights who are not good with swords these days. To be precise, everyone was working on a weapon of mass destruction.

But a knight with a bow, Albrecht liked it for some reason. But when I had time, I was going to teach him the sword.

Albrecht looks around at the foggy garrisons and soldiers training on horseback, and he sees William recruiting elite soldiers in the middle.

Apparently, the Archery Competition wasn't the time. Handling longbows was a skill that you could learn after a long time of refining.

So in order for Albrecht to select elite soldiers who fit his criteria, he had to pick one of the archers, not just the regular soldiers. He passed by hitting any target within 100 feet of 120 meters.

Range was more important than accuracy because archers use tactics to make up a network of fireworks and shoot in unison.

Most of them shoot within 100 feet of a battle, so a common archer was a pass point if he didn't hit the target and just handed it over.

But what Albrecht wanted, because they were special forces for some kind of special warfare, was also more accurate. In a shootout, you had to aim, not a single shot.

William gave him three chances, and once he hit the target, he passed.

Since three out of 300 hunter archers had to come out three times and pick up arrows again, the test was conducted until morning.

The fog had to be cleared up to some extent in the first place, so there was also blame for taking the test a little later in the morning.

That's roughly 50 votes. Albrecht saw them. It was the impressions of everyone leaving the archer's point.

Albrecht smiles gladly. These were the first Special Forces agents in the world. They were supposed to estimate 30, but they were determined to end their training at any cost. Experience Hell. Friends.

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