104 – Killing Pappenheim (1)
The day after the successful beheading operation, I was called out for drinks as usual.
However, the people who attended this drinking party were not our mercenary corps members, but mercenary leaders of other mercenary corps.
Men are still children no matter how old they get, and mercenaries are essentially manly mercenaries even if they reach the level of mercenary leader, and their playfulness is not much different from what we think.
“hahahaha, so I, Erwin Piper of the Red Pig Mercenaries, captured the fleeing enemy Baron.”
“Congratulations on that.”
“There will definitely be a good opportunity next time. “The Black Crow Mercenary Corps is also an excellent mercenary unit.”
Look at that, look at that. Because the mercenary leaders are gathered together, they are not swearing at each other, but Erwin is completely feeding off the Black Crow mercenary leader.
As I was giving them a pitiful look, Dalton poured a drink into my glass and asked.
“Yes, I said there was no need for me to be particularly nervous because it was a gathering of mercenary leaders, right? In fact, they say they are easier to deal with than nobles. “Everyone has nothing to hide.”
It is clear that these two men are refraining from saying anything that could lead to a duel, throwing gloves, and having a very honest conversation about ‘desire’.
If you look over there, two mercenary captains are boasting to each other, talking about women with their female slaves.
“Hey, just like our Ella, a woman is all about her face and breasts. “Isn’t that right?”
“I think so too. “It’s best to be young and have big breasts like my Natalia.”
“This guy really has a cultured way of looking at women. “I hope we can meet as allies again next time.”
As I looked around at the other guys, I often heard them talk about who could make more money and thank them for coming to help when they were in danger.
All nobles would say on the outside, ‘Your family fought better,’ in a tone that seemed ‘cultured,’ but if you delve into the meaning, they would say things like, ‘Yes, we were better.’
I also poured Dalton a drink and said,
“Because they are the ones in charge of the mercenary army, there are some political stories, but they are easy to deal with because they do not hide their agenda like nobles.”
“Right? So don’t be nervous for no reason.”
He chuckled at those words and twitched one corner of his mouth.
“Do you really think I’ll be this nervous?”
Even if I look like this, I am the only person who stopped that damn Pappenheim from doing his crazy things twice.
When he was an enemy, he was more helpful than anyone else, but when he was an ally, he stopped Baron Pappenheim, who was as scary as a pack of tigers.
Are you nervous at a meeting where mercenary captains gather before a meeting, drinking and talking to each other about the extent of their achievements?
Why would I do something like that? I just need to come to my senses.
“Well, that’s true too. By the way, if this continues, you, not me, will be the most famous person in our mercenary unit, and I may become a cold biscuit.”
I shook my head at those words.
“No matter how active I am, isn’t the leader of the mercenaries still Captain Dalton?”
In reality, most nobles are still looking for ‘Dalton von Prime’ of the Whitebeard mercenaries, unless they are people who pay much attention to our mercenaries.
Many people know him as an outstanding young fallen knight and mercenary who assists him.
‘No matter what organization it is, unless the leader is Pappenheim-level, the person who gets the attention is the leader.’
“Well, that’s true too. And whether you become successful and become independent or do something else, the value of my name has also increased a lot thanks to you. “If I can’t decide, I can become an officer in a noble family.”
Usually, people who say things like this tend to implicitly reveal that they are ‘keeping their subordinates in check,’ but Dalton’s voice was full of laughter.
As the two of us were drinking, another mercenary leader appeared with two bottles of wine.
“This is Kant Robin Hood, the leader of the Black Lion mercenaries. “I’d like to have a drink with Martin Mayer and the leader of the Whitebeard mercenaries, the protagonists of this beheading operation… Would that be okay?”
Dalton sighed after hearing that.
“It’s good to drink together, but we don’t drink cheap drinks.”
“It is a high-quality product made in the Montmartre-Broten region. Unless you are quite wealthy, it is difficult to enlist. “One bottle costs a whopping 5 gold coins.”
I was immediately surprised by the wealth of a serf household that could spend a year’s worth of food on a single bottle of wine.
I could do that if I wanted to, but I think it would be better to use the money to buy weapons or armor or clothes that suit Karin, so I’m saving it.
I never thought he would bring such expensive alcohol just to have a chat.
So, I looked at his clothes to get a rough idea of how much wealth he had, and I saw that he was wearing clothes made of bright red high-quality silk and even a gold-worked dagger…
‘I think he’s a guy with a lot of money.’
Dalton looked at the guy and smiled slightly sarcastically.
“You see, you are a mere mercenary leader, but you are a monster with 1,000 men in tow, so your level is different.”
“I envy Captain Dalton more? For a guy like Martin Mayer, aren’t the soldiers under his command equally good at combat? Perhaps, if I build up my reputation through this, I will soon join a top-tier mercenary unit. “Thanks to the fortress, aren’t there a lot of requests from other noble families to appoint you as a high-ranking knight?”
Dalton suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“How do you know that?”
“…… Can’t you see it just by looking at it? I don’t have a subordinate like that. “I came here to take this opportunity to make some suggestions.”
Then Kant looked in my direction.
“I ask honestly. “You’re still working as a mercenary to raise your price, right?”
I nodded in agreement with those words.
Because it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
“Because I don’t have time for a long conversation. I’ll tell you bluntly, I will give you the position of commander of our mercenary unit and 300 gold coins as a temporary down payment. Also, I…”
After saying that, Kant made a gesture and called the girl behind him.
“The name is Natalia. She is just 20 years old, and of course she is a virgin. “If you join us as vice-captain, we will give you your slave.”
I looked closely at her girl named Natalia.
Breasts a little bigger than Karin’s, but a little smaller than Lucia’s.
If you were a girl with a face that would make eight out of ten people turn around when you walked down the street, the price would be very high…
‘It’s quite common for people to try to catch me under conditions that I would like.’
Furthermore, it is attractive that I made an offer that would allow me to move up to a much higher position…
‘If you stay with a guy like that who risks his life for success…’
“I’m sorry, but I will decline that offer. It is enough for me to be under Captain Dalton.”
“……500 Gold coins.”
“Even if you give me 2,000 tickets, I won’t go.”
At those words, Kant sighed, and took the wine and the girl named Natalia with him.
“Other guys would have turned a blind eye to these conditions. I’m going crazy and crazy. Dalton, do you have any talent for bewitching people?”
Captain Dalton is a person who is not jealous and sincerely congratulates me no matter how high I rise.
This is because the person himself is a ‘good person to his allies’, but he also doesn’t know that the better I do under his command, the more highly his self-worth is evaluated…
‘I’d much rather be under Dalton, until someone truly higher-up wants to take me to a baronetcy or higher.’
Dalton shrugged his shoulders.
“I have a good personality, asshole.”
With the leader of the Black Lion mercenaries leaving, I wonder who thinks the atmosphere has slowly relaxed…
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I slowly started to calm down by clearing my throat.
“Hum hum, but this time it’s about non-gong peddling. “What do you all think?”
With those words, the heated atmosphere suddenly calmed down.
“Isn’t it obvious? “The White Beard mercenary unit will be evaluated as the most meritorious mercenary unit.”
“Damn it, those bastards fought really well even though they didn’t have that many in number.”
“That crazy dog named Martin bitten Count Beluga this time, so there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Usually, at events like this, various opinions arise as to who has made the greatest contribution, and some say that their mercenary team is the best.
But now, because our mercenary corps’ achievements are noticeably greater, everyone inevitably says that we are the best…
Even if I try to suppress this, a smile comes to my face and my shoulders shake.
The man next to me, Dalton, was trying to put on a solemn expression, but the corners of his mouth were tearing right up to his ears.
And the guy over there who set the tone looked towards us and asked.
“I think your mercenary corps will be first in this competition. Let me ask you one question.”
“Please tell me.”
“Do you think the reward will be generous this time?”
I shook my head at those words.
“I don’t know if it will be generously given or not, but there may be someone who tries to reduce the reward given to us. “Probably Baron Pappenheim.”
We should take this opportunity to completely destroy the image of that Pappenheim guy.
Even though it is a crime punishable by death just for grossly falsifying an official document, if you’re going to kill him anyway.
Isn’t it good manners to ensure that the punishment is as miserable as possible?