201 – Shaking Outside (3)
Mercenaries do anything that makes money.
As long as they get money, bad guys will loot, murder, and even rape. In fact, there are even crazy people who enjoy it even without paying money.
Our Whitebeard mercenary group has never had a bad financial situation since I joined, so we have never done anything outrageous, such as plundering villages or even raping them.
“You’re a mercenary leader by name, but what are you doing now?”
Karin answered those words with a chuckle.
“It started when Martin suggested to Count Dion that food should be distributed to the people living here in the Laceu region. But are you going to order regular soldiers to do this?”
When a large-scale war breaks out, the subject of the war naturally becomes the nation.
And the center of the country is the nobility, and the regular soldiers hired by the nobility naturally become employees of the headquarters of large corporations.
No matter how much our mercenaries fly or crawl, they cannot escape from the position of subcontractors, such as 1st, 2nd, and 3rd subcontractors of large corporations…
‘Shall we do it?’ With these words, the mercenaries become unable to disobey.
In the end, our mercenaries have no choice but to be mobilized for such troublesome work.
“Still, all the regular soldiers are resting, so what are we doing?”
“Don’t be like that. “We still just have to serve the food with a ladle, but the guys below…”
Karin pointed to a corner of her with her finger.
A man who looked like the leader of the Ten People was standing in front of a large pot, stirring the porridge with a ladle.
“f*ck, bring a sack of flour and salt! “What are you doing, not running?!”
The rest of the guys had to run around so that their feet couldn’t be seen because they were carrying bags of flour, salt, and other things.
“Cabbage with flour and salt! “I’ll get it quickly!”
Once the soup was made, the lowest class had to carry it.
“If you fall, everyone dies!”
It’s not a total chaos, but it’s dizzy enough that it’s not a waste to say that it’s only 5 minutes before the opening.
“I see. “We are the most comfortable.”
Not only the people in charge of cooking, but the people over there controlling the people are also having a hard time.
“Ugh, sh*t!! Stand in line properly!! “If you don’t line up properly, there will be no porridge rations!”
For several weeks before the siege began, the people, who had been receiving only enough food rations to not die, were so enthralled by the smell of food they had not smelled in a long time that they lost their senses and rushed in.
If violence is used for control in order to correct the chaos, it goes against the purpose of gaining public support.
Rather than suppressing the situation with physical force, everyone had to raise their voices and shout loudly or use wooden batons in their hands to push the crowd to bring about order.
“My child has starved for several days!”
“Just give the child a little something to eat!”
“I will starve to death…”
As the mercenaries were having a hard time controlling the people, Hilde, who had been watching from behind, stepped forward.
“Everyone be quiet!”
The civilians all covered their ears and fell to the ground at the huge noise made by pulling up the Auror.
“His Majesty, the Emperor of the Montmartre Empire, told me to distribute porridge to you. With a grateful heart, let all of you stay in order and line up to receive the porridge. Anyone who causes a disturbance will be considered a spy. “Everyone, regardless of gender or age, will be punished severely!”
Because they were starving, about half of them became rioters, but under Hilde’s strict force, they finally began to line up properly.
I came here to eat something to survive, but I guess I don’t want to die while waiting in line.
“The distribution begins!”
At the same time as those words were spoken, the people came out in front of the pot, each carrying their own bowl.
There was a huge line in front of me.
“Mercenary elder, please give me a lot of porridge. “I starved for several days.”
When I heard the words of a middle-aged man with sunken cheeks, I felt sorry.
But you can’t do that because if you give this person a lot just because you’re in a bad situation, you’ll be giving them a reason to bite and fight.
“I feel like giving more, but what can I do? “We can’t get any more food because we’re at war with the Barcelone guys who abandoned you.”
Tears fell from the middle-aged man’s face.
“But soon the war will end and good days will come.”
“Yes, when the kingdom of Barcelo, who abandoned us, is defeated and withdraws, then I will be able to feed my children well…”
“That’s right.”
I repeated the same conversation while handing out porridge to the numerous people behind me.
After an hour, Karin, Otto, and everyone else in charge of serving food were telling the same story…
“Distribution is over! Food distribution is over! Thank you for your effort.”
I felt like all energy had been drained from my body, perhaps because I had gone through a different kind of hardship than fighting with a sword.
“f*ck, I’m dying.”
“Thank you for your hard work, Martin.”
“The senior also worked hard. “Anyway, what is Lucia doing now?”
“Look over there.”
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Lucia was helping her wash the dishes over there.
“Water, water the earth. Water!”
Once the chanting was over, water came out from the tip of the staff and filled the large bucket, and our mercenaries began to clean the pot where the porridge was boiled with it.
“What on earth is this doing?”
I could hear the mercenaries’ dissatisfied voices, but I decided to just ignore them.
As I was walking away after finishing my meal, I heard a group of people who were still eating porridge talking about the topic I wanted to hear.
“Honestly, until two days ago, I thought they were here to kill us, so I thought they were murderous and invincible enemies, but who knew that those Montmartre Empire bastards would give us porridge to stuff our throats with? “What on earth are these Barcelo guys who were talking about the Montmartre guys being murderers?”
As one person said this, another man with a bushy beard added.
“For people like us, the best thing is to have a master who provides us with food so we can survive.”
“That’s right.”
“Well, our Katrea almost died and came back to life because she could eat porridge.”
As I was listening to that with great satisfaction, they found me and started talking to me.
“There you are, mercenary.”
I was a little surprised because I never thought I would be called.
“Why did you call me?”
The man who spoke to me asked cautiously.
“If you tell me who the spy is and where he is, I’ll give you food and money, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Actually, there is a woman named Isoleth who lives in a tent near where I am, and she always disappears somewhere during the night. So she went after him just in case, and she ended up talking to the guy in the black cloak in the inner room.”
Anyone who talks to a suspicious person late at night is 99% likely to be a spy.
Why? Anyone with common sense would not do something suspicious that could cost them their lives in this situation.
What that woman did, in Korean terms, is the equivalent of going up to a front-line border post and talking on the phone with a friend in North Korea in North Korean.
“Oh, so?”
“That b*tch is near us now. “There she is, with brown hair and a yellow dress.”
Looking around, she saw a woman with brown hair wearing a yellow dress.
“Is there anything particularly difficult these days?”
It’s already a very suspicious situation, but since he’s asking suspicious questions, I guess he’s a real spy.
“Living is always difficult. “Anyway, Isolette, what are you so curious about?”
“I was just asking if there was anything I could help you with.”
“She seems like an amazing woman…”
I grabbed Isolette by the back and lifted her up.
“I just received a report that you are a spy. “Arrested on suspicion of being a spy.”
At those words, tears welled up in Isolette’s eyes and she began to cry at the same time.
“No, no!!!”
In this day and age, interrogating a spy starts with breaking at least two legs, so everyone has no choice but to be afraid…
The circumstantial evidence and his actions so far are too suspicious, so it would not be a good idea to arrest an innocent person.
“If you want to die with your body intact, I honestly recommend that you pour everything in from now on.”
And if you are a real spy, especially a female spy, the torturers will rape you to give you a taste since you will be beheaded anyway.
In Europe, this was the case during witch hunts where innocent widows were captured and their property stolen, but there is no way mercy would be given to a real spy.
So, blowing quickly is the only way to die comfortably.
After knocking her screaming spy unconscious, I handed her wooden plaque to one of the good guys who pushed her away.
“If you show this wooden plaque to the Whitebeard mercenaries, they will give you the promised money and food.”
After speaking, I left, carrying the woman who was the spy around me.
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That night, we called together the people living in Raseu Castle and surrounded the castle.
When the castle was suddenly surrounded, numerous soldiers climbed onto the castle walls and aimed arrows and magic wands…
Knowing that the people surrounding the castle walls were their own people, they could not attack them carelessly.
As I was watching this, orders came from all over the place.
“Sing a song! Sing a folk song! “After we sing the folk song, we will distribute food!”
As soon as those words were spoken, the people surrounding the castle began to sing local folk songs.
“I stood on a golden field and picked up a scythe. Now you’re reaping the rewards of all your hard work. On the way back~ the smell of bubbling stew~”
“The whole family gathered together, sat around the table and burst into laughter. “I miss those days.”
“Miss those days, miss those days.”
I don’t know why the lyrics are so sad for a folk song…
As this song rang out, the whimpering sounds of the soldiers on the castle walls began to be heard sporadically.
How cruel…
the song is…….