Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

In the music of death specially used to compose war, flame is always an indispensable note.

Because no matter what you do, it shows an efficiency.

When the sudden flames exploded in the village, the only remaining awake people, led by the adjutant, wanted to extinguish the flames.

But this kind of flame that could not be extinguished after it was ignited soon became the last straw that overwhelmed everyone.

When the smoke clears, everything will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.

Among the charred and twisted limbs, Milin, who was considered the initiator of this flaming hell, came to the only survivor.

Pahlavi, who did not know how to survive the hell, had long lost his former grace, and knelt on the ground helplessly holding a shield in his hand.

The black ash all over his body and the burnt-yellow color of his hair caused by high temperatures highlighted the lord's embarrassment as a loser.

Milin, who identified the survivor upon seeing him, waited for a while before asking:

"Greedy Pahlavi?"

After a while after Milin spoke, Pahlavi, who looked belatedly, slowly raised his head and looked at it with blood-colored eyes.

Even though he was already recognized as a handsome man in the empire, otherwise he would not have been rumored to be the emperor's lover. The first time he saw Milin, Pahlavi was still stunned.

Milin not only defeated Pahlavi on the battlefield, but also made Pahlavi feel defeated again in the place where Pahlavi believed he had the greatest advantage.

Pahlavi came back from his trance and asked in a hoarse voice:

"You...are that mercenary?"

"Well, it's me." Milin, who didn't know that the opponent would be completely defeated again, nodded.

"Oh, it turns out that I was defeated by a Cathay man." I don't know what the meaning of Cathay means to Pahlavi. At least when he said this sentence, Pahlavi's tone was not too serious. Most of them are unwilling to be defeated.

"I'm not a real Cathay person either..." Or more real than a real Cathay person. Milin added in his mind and continued:

"But overall, you played well."

At least all the tactics were quite satisfactory. He was the first true military commander that Milin had encountered since he traveled to this world.

Others...most of them have just learned the simplest pig attack tactic.

"A Sneeze" A humanoid sauromorph that was happily ransacking the house sneezed loudly.

If he hadn't encountered players with cheats like Milin, Lord Pahlavi, who could be evaluated by Milin as "playing well", did have the ability to collect tribute from other lords around him.

"Is this mockery? Or is it pity for the dying people?" Lord Pahlavi, who was not proud of Milin's praise, said mockingly to himself.

"I'm serious, it's just that you met me." Milin said: "As for whether you will become a dead person, it depends on how many dinars you are willing to pay for your life."

"Oh, I thought you who killed Deus didn't want to join this noble game." Pahlavi looked like a philosopher who had seen through everything.

"That's different. Deus wants to kill me, so he must be prepared to be killed. As for you..."

Milin paused, glanced at the hell scene around him and then said:

"You were defeated by me on the battlefield."

"Is there any difference? If the winner is me, your ending will not be any better than Deus." Pahlavi said, struggling to stand up from his knees.

"Of course, seriously speaking, you are now my prisoner of war and my trophy." Milin said with a smile.

"..." Pahlavi stood up and took a deep look at Milin, who called him a trophy, and then said:

"So... congratulations on joining this war game, mercenary."

As Pahlavi spoke, he groped for something on his body to make his image tidier.

However, after touching for a while, Pahlavi only found a piece of burnt cloth and showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

But Pahlavi quickly put away his embarrassment, cleared his throat, and said to Milin in a serious tone:

"Pahlavi Lulius Olnikus, Imperial General, Administrator of Olnia, you don't want me to keep calling you a mercenary."

"Milin" Compared with the general self-introductions of Pahlavi and Guankou, Milin's self-introduction seemed clean and neat.

"Sure enough, it is the naming method of the Cathayans." Pahlavi once again said the word Cathay and continued:

"Lord Milin, if one day you are defeated in my hands, I will collect a ransom instead of nailing you to a cross."

"I think that day will never come." Faced with Pahlavi's powerful threat, Milin said indifferently.

"Who can accurately predict the future? Maybe one day we will have the opportunity to fight side by side for the empire." Pahlavi said.

"Maybe, but now you are still my prisoner of war." Milin said without denying it.

"Well, I'm willing to offer five thousand dinars as a one-time ransom for myself, or nine thousand dinars over three months."

When talking about the ransom, Pahlavi's expression was dull, as if the defeated general who wanted to ransom was not him but someone else.

Because as Avigo and Milin said, this kind of thing is normal.

After telling his own ransom, Pahlavi immediately told the ransom of other captured soldiers.

Although only Pahlavi was captured in this battle, the others, including his most trusted lieutenant, were all burned cleanly.

But subsequent reinforcements are still on the way.

Milin, who still believed that he had a large cavalry force, would not let Pahlavi go with the reinforcements, so he negotiated a ransom for the reinforcements without any hesitation.

This kind of situation where in addition to the ransom of the defeated nobleman himself, but also the ransom of other private soldiers captured together with the nobleman himself, is normal in this world.

For example, the general ransom price for a armored cavalryman is 150 dinars, and the ransom price for a trained elite crossbowman is 60 dinars.

As for those temporarily raised troops, they are not included in the ransom list.

Milin, who had no clear understanding of the market price, did not respond immediately, nor did he ask for high prices and wait for the other party to pay back the money.

Just looking at Pahlavi with a smile on his face.

In just a moment, Pahlavi, who was watched by Milin, felt some unbearable pressure.

Pahlavi, who was a little unable to eat, moved his eyes to Attila who had been standing next to Milin.

The girl's white hair reminded Pahlavi of the "white ghost" that brought him to this point.

Before the pressure turned into fear, Pahlavi quickly looked away and continued:

"In addition, I will also provide information of sufficient value."

"What information?" Milin asked.

"Information about what Deus found on that battlefield." Pahlavi said.

"...Is this why you came to attack me?" Milin immediately noticed what was hidden behind Pahlavi's words.

"Yes, that thing is of great significance. That guy Deus doesn't deserve to have that thing." Pahlavi did not deny it.

"Okay, I accept this deal, as well as the full one-time payment of dinars." Milin said, realizing that no more money could be squeezed out.

The installment payment seems to be quite a lot, but Milin knows very well that it only looks like a lot.

"Dragon Flag" did not doubt whether Milin would regret Pahlavi's words.

"What?" Milin was stunned for a moment.

"The empire's dragon flag is what Deus found on that humiliating battlefield, the broken dragon flag." Pahlavi, who was not surprised by Milin's doubts, explained:

"No matter which emperor, he is willing to pay enough to exchange for the dragon flag, because it was the symbol of the empire."

"You want the broken ones?" Milin asked.

"Of course it is complete. What Deus found was just a flag, otherwise how do you think he escaped." Pahlavi said.

"The dragon...is the symbol of the empire?" Isn't it the eagle? This is not Rome!

“This has been the case since the founding of the empire,” Pahlavi said.

"..." Milin raised his head strangely and looked in the direction of Iscalon.

So is that why Arvigor made that face when he heard about the Dragonborn's return?

"Ah Sneeze... Ah Sneeze, what the hell? I, a Nord, can still catch a cold?"

Alori, who was in the Colosseum of Escalon City, sneezed several times.