Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

85 – Cleaning up (1)

Marseille Castle, Inn Golden Chicken.

In normal times, this was a place where mercenaries, merchants, and the occasional knight with no money stayed, but now only our platoon was staying there.

Until we leave this castle, this inn will only be used by Martin Squadron guys, so it can be said to be a great luxury.

“The festival starting today is made up of food voluntarily provided by the citizens of Marseille, so don’t leave anything behind and eat as much as you want! And don’t grab someone and make fun of them just because you’re hungry. If you get caught, you’ll be beheaded!”

I added the word voluntary, but why would the citizens of Marseille, the occupying army, voluntarily give us food just because we thought it was pretty?

Of course, we simply gave a huge amount of money and food for free to the occupying forces, including Pappenheim, as protection costs to stop them from plundering us.

‘Still, if I say that it was ripped off as protection money, it would be like throwing ashes on a well-prepared table.’

And if we don’t receive this, all the citizens and people living in this city will have to be punished for not knowing when they will be looted, or rather, when they will be subjected to a comprehensive set of crimes such as looting, rape, and murder…

It can be seen as a transaction in which something mutually necessary is exchanged.

When I said this, all the mercenaries in our platoon raised their glasses high.

“Cheers to the victory of the Whitebeard mercenaries and the day when everyone in the Martin Platoon becomes rich!”

“Cheers!”

Then the guys quickly emptied the 1 pint (473ml) beer glass in their hands.

“You drink so damn fast.”

They started eating and drinking meat and beer indiscriminately, as if they were gluttons, or even if they were pigs.

They are the type of people who usually eat a lot whenever they get the chance, but when they added the title of ‘free food’, it became quite an uproar.

When I think about the last time I played in that damn valley, I feel like they are definitely on/off, and I feel a sense of humanity in them.

“Bring more alcohol here! “Keep grilling the meat!”

“You idiot, wait a minute. Oh, you little pig. “This makes my stomach very full.”

“Are you going to fight?”

“Come out to the backyard, kid. “Today, I will show you that this senior mercenary brother is one step above us, even though our positions are the same.”

Then they started bickering with each other and really tried to go to the backyard.

I quickly walked up to them and grabbed their shoulders with both hands, holding them tightly with my aura.

“Milton and Saltz both suspended. Fighting in private after drinking is a violation of the rules. On a nice day like this, do you want to eat well, drink well, sleep well, and get whipped as a pair tomorrow morning? Are you going to cure your hangover by getting whipped? “Do you like it?”

“Ahh, sh*t. “Platoon leader, you were wrong.”

“hehehe, today is a good day, so let’s move on.”

At those words, the guys sat down as if they had been fighting again, continued to drink, hugged each other’s shoulders, laughed loudly, and even told each other exaggerated sagas.

The women who were taken out of the city continued to bring meat and alcohol and gave them to the mercenaries.

Sometimes, guys with bad hand habits gently touch women’s breasts or buttocks…

“This b*tch, this thing is pretty big and sturdy.”

He’s acting like a manager who likes to s*xually harass people at work.

Personally, I frowned a little, but other people giggled and said that they liked it.

“Ha, are you going to drink a lot and loosen your hands before going to take a shot?”

“You idiot. If you touch female mercenaries carelessly, you’ll get your wrist cut off. But here, touching is just overlooked. “If you don’t touch it, you lose.”

“Well, that’s true. “This bastard knows something…”

Well, this is a place where there is no concept of human rights or s*xual harassment, so I can’t touch this.

However, if a person rapes or commits severe indecent assault, he or she must be arrested and ‘executed’ for the sake of order in the city.

So I went around each of the 10 ligaments and had a drink, and Baker asked me a question.

“I thought you were going to have a private drink with the platoon leader, Karin. The platoon leader is there, but the platoon leader Karin is nowhere to be seen. “What’s going on?”

There are very few fights between Karin and I, so far.

Except for the occasional case where I turn a blind eye to a strange woman or when I do something too much, the next day I complain and say, ‘I was too harsh.’

“Century Hans was called to Captain Dalton because of that guy. “If it wasn’t for Lucia, not only me but our platoon would have been annihilated.”

“…… Ah, so you were brought in for a trial in relation to that.”

You may wonder what kind of trial it is in a mercenary unit, but since we are an army, we have discipline and even if there is someone who ‘crossed the line too hard’, we don’t just kill them without witnesses or evidence.

Once someone commits a serious mistake or commits a crime, he or she is imprisoned and high-ranking officials, such as the mercenary leader or unit commander, act as judges and hand out punishment.

In the process, of course, you need evidence and witnesses to testify about the situation.

Karin, who fought on the hill and could clearly see the movements of Hans’s platoon and our platoon, was also called as a witness.

f*ck, thinking like that makes me even more upset.

Thanks to that b*tch’s laziness and trick of not coming, we all almost went to the underworld, or heaven where Deus is, as a group.

I took a quick drink to relieve my anger and said,

“Because of that damn guy, I got over the damn risk. From what I heard from the archers and wizards, that bastard was sure he could come, but he didn’t come.”

“Ha, that’s not possible with the same mercenary unit. Moreover, isn’t he a centurion?”

“So that bastard will soon be left behind.”

A guy as big as a hundred commanders didn’t send support on purpose?

This is a death sentence with no excuse.

So, perhaps more evidence will be gathered and the execution will be carried out in a few days.

“Century commander, I am saying that he will soon be overtaken. He’s too much of a bastard. No, last time, he called us, who were not even his hundred men, and had us set up his barracks.”

“Did you do that?”

“Oh, don’t even talk. And last time…”

The people around him, including Baker, continued to gossip about Hans.

It’s not the same level of atrocity as not sending reinforcements to me, but there were enough stories to make me doubt the state of this guy’s concept.

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They call in our children who are not even part of their white corps and have them do the work, or when they come up with something valuable through supply, they say they should give more to their children and they steal ours for a bit, etc…

In the middle of a party where I should have won and had fun eating and drinking, all I hear is heartbreaking stories.

Lucia approached, slightly sobbing, with her tongue curling.

“Ugh, platoon leader, platoon leader.”

Who gave Lucia her drink? Or did she eat it herself?

I was confused for a moment, but Lucia naturally sat on my lap, as if it was her own seat.

Normally, Lucia would be very cautious when asking me to pat her on the head as a compliment, but after drinking a little, she seems to have become much braver.

‘Because I don’t hate it.’

I allowed Lucia to sit on my lap without pushing her away.

I loved the feel of the butt touching my thighs and the feel of the fox beastman’s cute, fluffy tail gently brushing against my thighs.

“hehehe, I like it, platoon leader.”

The fox ears on Lucia’s head moved as if to say, ‘Why aren’t you petting me?’

I stroked it as gently as I could.

Some guys who saw this grabbed their stomachs at the same time.

“Oh my, platoon leader… I have a stomach ache, so I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

The remaining clueless guys were dragged away by Baker.

“I promised these bastards that I would show them a taste of women today. Oh my, I have to go quickly if I want to take pictures of pretty girls…”

In an instant, my surroundings were cleared up and Lucia and I were alone, and she was acting cute like a cat.

“Platoon leader, I was at Pastek the other day… I was so surprised and worried when I thought you were passing away. So, thinking that I needed stronger magic, I pushed myself and tried intermediate magic…”

I also heard that story the day after the battle ended.

However, I was unable to congratulate Lucia or say thank you to her because I was constantly being called in for post-war processing…

“When I try to use magic that is stronger than my limits, I keep failing. How impatient I was. But I somehow held on while thinking of my platoon leader.”

Lucia pressed her body closer to me.

If Karin had a fresh scent like leaves in the forest, Lucia had a scent like sweet grapes.

And then I felt Lucia’s tail touching me getting hotter.

Until just now, it was warm, but now it has become so hot that you feel it when you touch your forehead when you have a fever.

‘I heard in the past that fox beasts’ bodies get hot when they are in heat…’

Lucia laughed heartily.

“The desperation to save the platoon leader made me a mid-level wizard. So then I realized. “I can’t do it without the platoon leader… I’ll have a good talk with the platoon leader, Karin.”

I could hear her crying in her voice.

“Please accept me.”

When I heard her say that, I internally cheered.

That’s true, although he did get permission from Karin to take Lucia with her last time.

Rather than me coming forward and saying I will marry Lucia, it would be better for Lucia to tell Karin directly…

I thought that Karin would be better off if she accepted it.

Also, if possible, a relationship is formed because the other person confesses, rather than dating because I confessed because I thought it would work out. Much better.

I stroked Lucia’s head with an even more gentle hand.

“I don’t know if you already know, but I like Lucia too. Love you. But before I talk to Karin…”

“The platoon leader also loves me? Really? It’s not that I didn’t expect it at all, but I was actually skeptical. Because next to the platoon leader was Captain Karin, who always looked happy. But now I really like it. The platoon leader also loves me, so I’m probably glad, right? I like it so much, but like the platoon leader said, I can’t do that until I talk to the leader of the ten, Karin, right? Are you okay. “Leave it to me to persuade you, Captain of the Ten.”

Then Lucia smiled brightly, and she pressed her lips to mine.

“I’m going to be the platoon leader’s woman, and since we like each other… We can do this… Right?”

…… Lucia I know that kid’s personality, obviously.

When I wake up from alcohol, I feel like I’m going to get so wet that there will be holes in the blanket tomorrow.

In congratulations on the success of conquering Lucia, I think I should at least give his subordinates a generous ‘bonus’ so that they can go to a good place by emptying their pockets…

Suddenly the door of the inn opened, and Albert, the administrator of our mercenary corps, appeared.

“Senior Platoon Commander Martin and Captain Dalton are looking for you. “I have something to say about Centurion Hans.”