Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

When Field first saw the fighting power of the Chosen, he was confused about the army. The terrifying fighting power of the Chosen seemed to make the army unnecessary.

But since the battle between Ashina and Rosaria, Field still firmly believed that the army would not be eliminated by the Chosen.

They can only be regarded as different arms. The army formed by ordinary people is like infantry in modern times, fighting knights and mages are tanks, and the Chosen are aircraft carriers.

Although the individual fighting power is very different, no one is indispensable to the entire military system.

Moreover, with the advancement of technology, ordinary people will also gain powerful fighting power.

Field glanced at the small map: "One veteran leads ten recruits, 33 people in a team, fighting instead of training, attacking from all sides, and cleaning up the remaining corpses around. By the way, today's demonstration will be mainly based on veterans, and tomorrow they will be put into actual combat."

"Ah?" The slaves were confused. How could they play such a big game right from the start?

"What? Line up. With us here, you are not afraid of anything."

Lynx and the others were already dressed and marching in a coordinated pace, urging them to line up.

The corpses in the Starry Night Manor had been almost wiped out, and the scattered corpses were perfect for training courage.

"Come back in the afternoon to practice lining up and military posture."

Field himself rode on a warhorse and supported the cavalry everywhere.

Amid the chaotic footsteps and the collision of flesh and blood, the Night Lord launched an annihilation of the corpses.

The north, which was far away from the Night Lord.

"Puff."

Blood was splashed, accompanied by a low groan, and a body with only the head and torso left fell straight into the mud pit like a kite with a broken string.

"Violet, you are so good."

A pure and ethereal voice came, she was sitting on a tree branch, swinging her calves, and her small and exquisite tongue licked the corner of her mouth.

"Partner, it's delicious."

The huge monster that emerged from the music box in his hand quickly ate the flesh and blood that had been torn off, and was still expressing his hunger in an incomprehensible voice.

Three more figures fell beside him, like hyenas that smelled blood.

"You are not allowed to bully Violet. The corrupted gods cannot kill each other." Pure White emphasized the rules. The monster in the music box stretched out countless tentacles and drove away all the corruption around it. Pure White happily sang a little song, "Violet, grow quickly."

Violet looked at the endless gray fog above her head with empty eyes, slowly closed her eyes, and hummed "Under the Violet Moonlight" softly

In April ten years ago, when she was not a corrupted creature, she was not a vampire at that time.

"Violet, come out and see your father off."

"No! I don't want to see off a bad guy. He said he would celebrate my birthday and make bread with me, but he wants to go to war!"

Violet hid her head in the quilt and protested loudly.

"This child is still so willful. She is obviously old enough to get married." The mother checked the dry food bag for the third time, and there were still hot oatmeal pancakes in it.

"Haha, it's my fault." The father scratched his head and put the shield behind him. "The orcs' offensive is too fierce. I must defend my beloved country."

"Her Majesty the Queen will send reinforcements."

"Of course! The Empire will not abandon its people. Maybe I can come back at the end of May, and then I can catch up with Violet's birthday."

"That would be the best."

"What gifts should I bring back then?" The father deliberately said loudly.

Sure enough, Violet quietly lifted a corner of the quilt, secretly glanced, and saw the sight of her family, and immediately covered the quilt again.

"I don't want a gift, huh!"

Although everyone knew that it was impossible to defeat the orc invasion in two months.

After the couple kissed goodbye, the father carried dry food and left the village.

The mother hummed the folk song "Under the Violet Moonlight" and prayed silently.

Violet kept crying in the quilt. She just didn't want to see her father's back, not that she didn't want to see him.

"Defend my dear country..."

Violet opened her eyes again. It was already evening. Her limbs had grown back, but she was weak all over.

"Defend my country..."

Violet looked at the corrupt creatures that kept gathering in the distance, and her eyes showed deep confusion.

"What am I doing? It's so painful."

Moving her feet, Violet slowly walked south.

Night led.

"I'm so tired. Cleaning up the rotten corpses is really tiring. Are those rotten creatures perpetual motion machines? They can run non-stop. We should catch them to generate electricity."

Field sat down at the desk. Fortunately, Ashina immediately came forward to rub his shoulders, and Field felt better.

"Perpetual motion chicken?" Rosaria was confused. She snatched Field's black tea, took a sip, and then thought about it.Two unfamiliar words, "crazy?"

"Well, it's not important. The corpses are tireless, right? Don't they need to eat?"

Rosaria explained: "They do. The gray fog is their nutrition. Without the gray fog, they can only survive by devouring flesh and blood."

"At the same time, the creatures killed by corruption will slowly generate gray fog, and a comfortable environment will soon be formed. Of course, the chosen ones are excluded."

Field touched his chin: "It sounds like the air is polluted."

"By the way, how are your government affairs handled?"

Rosaria patted her chest proudly: "Don't worry, my internal affairs ability is definitely the second best in the Night Territory."

"It's great that you can say that." Field was happy and took the document from her hand. The beautiful words on it seemed like printed art, which was pleasing to the eye.

It looks very professional at first glance.

It would be much easier to have a secretary to help with the documents, and the secretary would do the work when there was something to do, and nothing to do...

"The first thing is, Yangti, a freeman from Fengqi Village, stole three loaves of bread from another freeman. How should we deal with it?"

Rosaria's sentence is: Behead Yangti, and Miss Rosaria will personally execute it.

"Puff~"

Field was almost choked to death. He glanced at Rosaria who was drinking tea elegantly and continued to read the second item.

"The sub-human slave Langmao and the human slave Jifen had a verbal dispute. May I ask how to deal with it, sir?"

Rosaria's sentence is: Behead the two, and Rosaria will personally execute it.

"......"

"Hehe, you are stunned by my intelligence and ability, right? I can easily handle matters such as territory affairs. Oh, this tea is really delicious."

Rosaria's expression: (｡ò ∀ ó｡)

I'll give you a chance to brag about me!

"Bang!"

Field treated Rosaria to a round of "Sugar Roasted Chestnuts"

Damn you, your last name is "Bo", the Night Territory seems too urban.

"Why are you hitting me? It feels good, but please don't be so sudden."