What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Lesson 53: Musketeers

There are a total of thirty-one Redbeards. All dressed in red armored helmets coloured with silver, armed with shields and long battle axes. The redness to the hair and mustache is dyed. By the way, you think SS hair and mustaches are dyed black too?

The Red Beard squad's crew consists of the edges of Red Beard Axbeld. At last, he's inside. I don't want to go under Rohen, who's not close to Axbeld, or a halfway man who doesn't have the talent to be a civilian but isn't even fierce enough to be a martial officer, well, he's got a lot of second sons, three boys, and four boys. For them, Axbeld is a "respectable uncle," and I listen to basically anything Axbeld says. He said Lowen is also consolidating his neighborhood by enlisting more of his people in the SS, but this seems to be common for Dwarves. We call the best of kin the boss, and we all follow it and bring the clan.

That's the thing, make it Roen, make it Axbeld, and nod that they don't consider Knoll Storm a "festival" like the general public.

In other words, unlike the "unworthy", who feel worthy of life in the battle against blacksmiths and who are flattered to burn their lives and scatter them gloriously, those who "possess" power find value in the lives of themselves and their blood relatives.

"He who has" has an opponent who distributes wealth and honor, and the greater the number, the stronger his power is. If you had children, you would want to leave behind money and power. You'd be cute if you had grandchildren, and you'd want your clan to flourish forever.

"The One Who Has" doesn't want to buy objections from the "One Who Don't Have" for the "Festival," but we don't want to participate as much as possible. I don't want to die for nothing. I don't want relatives to die.

It would be ideal to let Sandwarf and Knoll kill each other, only settle after they are both weak, oh kingslayer, great, chanchanchan chan praised with wanda-for, yes, go away.

Dirty ones, I don't think. Everyone cares about themselves and the people around them. If we condemn ourselves to act in order to maximize our own interests, ultimately only self-sacrifice will be allowed. That's ridiculous.

Finally, because denying egoists is detrimental to you, and in the end, it's also to protect your interests. of "For Everyone," some of those "Everyone," is usually swept up, too. Some strange ones will shred themselves and serve others, but that doesn't make a difference to what you're doing for yourself, because you should be finding joy in the act.

Those guys have their convenience, and these guys have their circumstances.

Each one moves with a different logic.

That's all we're talking about.

And I move on my reasoning.

My aim is to stop the Knoll Storm.

To do this, we need to find Nolking first.

Then, with Thirty-One + Alpha from the Red Beard Squad, we have to make sure we don't knock it off.

I put the Redbeards in pairs and dispatched what went in when I killed the first Knolking to six knoll holes to be carefully monitored.

This worked the first time, so it should work the second time. If you can't, you can think of another hand again.

Consequently, this time it was also found that the movement of the knoll was clearly active only around the knoll hole in the Stehan branch road. Definitely first. It would be a hit.

There's a dwarf inside the Red Beard Squad that's hard on the structure of the Knoll tunnel, and let him say, there's a wide area that used to be used as a warehouse long before it went from the Knoll hole in the Stehan branch road. There, even if you enter through the knoll hole in the Katterben branch, apart from the knoll hole in the Stähan branch road, you seem to be able to go for what goes far. The invasion route decided to choose that way.

All you have to do is attack and kill Nolking.

I have a plan.

I taught the Red Beard Squad how to use the gun and ammo cartridge that Gotheld had ever built.

Naturally, they're Dwarves too, so I have a sense of what a flying tool is... Always this guy showed a sense of rejection, but let Axbeld persuade him. Axbeld was cooperative with me. Still nothing unexpected. Axbeld has a plan. Perhaps even thinking about making the gun your "power". A far inferior Axberd in numbers compared to Lowen, who leads the SS, but the guns are extremely powerful. Gotheld guns could have a huge impact on future power struggles.

Well, I don't care about that. I just do what I want and do what I want.

The Dwarf man, accustomed to the blacksmith job, was clever and ready to handle guns even after shabby practice.

Twenty-five Dwarves with old-fashioned advance guns.

I let the other six have a new original gun.

Put Axbeld in the gun, too. The Red Beard learned how to use it faster than his men.

Looks like Veelich's ready, too, so he can use it by firing a few original guns.

Momohina has magic. Figs are therapeutic personnel. Let Milliu escort me.

Gotheld, of course, is the only musketeer (gunman) you can call him.

Gotheld's house had been vandalized by the Knolls, leaving little finished guns, but there were tons of parts. We were lucky that Gotheld was able to assemble it in a big hurry and also help Wierich and Axbeld to hold this many guns together.

Well, there's one more thing left.

"... Heinemarie doesn't use flying gear or anything. Something to use!

"Ahhh."

I let even the wild dogs wave to get rid of me.

Well, you're leaving a message.

"Wha... ugh!?"

"Come on. I'm not listening. He's just out of the way."

"Heinemarie's out of the way! By and large, the elves and human daughters there don't have guns either!

"Momohina has magic tools. Figs have to be cured when someone gets hurt. Milliu is my bodyguard."

"Ha, Heinemarie, as much as protecting Xaragi himself......"

"I'm not here. Milliu is enough."

"... you trust the elves so much......"

If you didn't believe me, I wouldn't let you protect me.

"Dear Xaragi..."

Millilu is glancing at his eyes as he makes Opie a boyenne. You might wonder what it's gonna be like to take a boyenne of opium, but even if you just twirl yourself a little, you're seriously going to be a boyenne. Better not lick Millilu's opium.

"But... ugh. But...... ugh."

Heinemarie relaxed and chewed her lower lip tightly.

... That's too much bite. Whatever it takes.

"Hey."

I pinched Heinemarie's jaw and held her.

"Stop, that. You're gonna cut your mouth off."

"Ha... ugh"

Heinemarie turned her eyes around.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

"Oh? What's your posture..."

"Xaragi"

Gotheld put a bullet in me.

"I tell you, my daughter is innocent"

"And Dad!?"

Heinemarie peeled off her eyes and dyed her face bright red.

"... you know what, no. Don't point the gun at me. How many times do I have to tell you?"

When I grabbed the barrel of Gotheld's gun and pulled it, I gave it to Heinemarie.

"If you want to follow me, grab this one, Heinemarie"

"... it belongs to my father, the... man"

"Oh. Right. Same goes for my gun. It's mostly made by Gotheld. Do you know why Gotheld made guns?"

"Why...? Oh, no... the man is a coward..."

"Maybe so."

I shrugged my shoulders gently,

"I don't want to lose Gotheld anymore, so I created a gun. Well, when you cower at it - you can't even say it the way you want. I think it's a good idea. Besides, it's getting better and better, and the new guns are a lot easier to handle than the old ones. It's a big deal. Honestly, it's amazing."

"Father... the man was originally a famous blacksmith. Even Heinemarie was proud! But that reputation also fell to the bottom of the ground because I started building flying tools and stuff! I have an extraordinary arm..."

Ah.

Make it look good.

"You."

I snagged my hair around.

"You're a mother, you're a brother, you're dead fighting. What did you think then?"

"Death in honor."

Heinemarie responded instantly, but for a moment, her face caught on.

"Of course, I was happy. My mother and my brothers, they fought well and died well. Heinemarie was happy."

"That's all."

"... that's all."

"I'm not saying you were happy. It's just... Happy or not, wasn't it sad? Weren't you lonely? Didn't you cry alone? I can't tell anyone that, so I'm alone."

"… ha, heinemarie… is…"

Heinemarie tied her mouth to the letter to and shook her head.

"Heinemarie is, or sad, I don't know... lonely, I don't know..."

"Your father was sad, and I missed him. So I didn't want to lose you. We built a weapon that could kill our enemies without coming near them, without hurting us, without risking our lives. This guy."

I forced Heinemarie to hold my gun.

"This is the weapon that I want you to use and that your father created with his soul. I made it for you. To protect you. So you can use this, Heinemarie. And fight next to me. Me and your dad. Me, my people and your father will protect you. I won't let you die. See?"

It didn't take that long until Heinemarie hugged Gotheld's gun and cried.

"... ok"

"Okay."

I stroked Heinemarie's head.

"That's fine."

"Xaragi"

"Ah?"

When I saw it, he had a knife cut on my neck that looked like Gotheld was going to cut off a lot.

"... what the hell, you"

"I'll hold you accountable."

"What's your responsibility?"

"Huh."