CH 76

Southern Training Center (2)

next day.

Roman entered the Southern Training Center as scheduled.

It was a basic process required before being put on the battlefield, and Roman and several nobles appeared with their own enlisted men.

The faces of the nobles were not good at all.

None of them voluntarily enlisted.

If his loyalty to his country had been that great, he would have turned to the Western Front, where he really needed help, rather than a shortcut to the Southern Front.

As the word-of-mouth commenced.

A man who appeared to be the commander stepped forward.

"I am Viscount Bale Frank, the commander of the Southern Training Center. As everyone knows, the Southern Training Center is a place where basic military training is taught to soldiers deployed to the Southern Front. You will receive three weeks of training here, and will be assigned to a reserve unit and spend the rest of your service period."

Basic training and reserve unit formation.

The process is the same for both the West and South.

but.

The South's troops have never been to the battlefield since they were formed into the reserve forces, while the Western forces have virtually no meaning as a reserve force due to occasional battles.

So, among the soldiers, such a word circulated.

A soldier who went to the south after meeting his master well comes back with a lot of weight, but a soldier who left for the west cannot return in good health.

pole and pole.

I could tell just by looking at the atmosphere at the entrance ceremony.

Far from feeling the wretchedness of the battlefield, the nobles yawned as though Viscount Veil's words were boring.

"There are some facts to keep in mind while staying at the Southern Training Center. Whatever your status before enlistment, here you are just a soldier performing military service. Anyone who breaks the rules of the Southern Training Center and acts without permission will be sent to the Western Front as a punishment."

That was a really funny thing.

The punishment is assignment to the Western Front.

The absurd fact was that the threat worked.

From the Southern Front to the Western Front.

For ordinary aristocrats, even imagining it was something he hated, so he showed a little focus on the entrance ceremony.

The speech was short.

When he had finished speaking, Viscount Bale disbanded the troops.

"Let everyone unpack in their assigned accommodation. The schedule related to the training will be notified separately in the evening."

admission.

From now on, he belonged to the Southern Training Center.

Roman was about to go to his dormitory like everyone else, but a soldier approached him and talked to him quietly.

"The commander says we'll see each other separately."

Viscount Bale.

The thought of eye contact throughout the speech was not alone in Roman's delusion.

* * *

Enter the command room.

The first thing that greeted Roman was the bright smile of Viscount Bale, which was not found at the entrance ceremony.

"Come on! Wasn't the road to the South difficult?"

Yes. There was no problem."

"Let me sit here for now."

Druck.

Viscount Bale removed a chair by hand.

It was kind of awkward.

Roman had seen Viscount Bale for the first time in his life, but Viscount Bale acted as if it had been an old acquaintance.

"You know how excited I was to hear that you were being deployed to the Southern Front? Roman Dmitry, the youngest ranker in the Cairo Kingdom! hey I was excited to hear that a sleeping dragon was born in Dmitry. Oops, is coffee okay?"

Yes.

Viscount Bale made coffee while humming.

This was usually what a soldier would do.

Nevertheless, he moved on himself and made a cup of coffee for himself and Roman to drink.

The command room was instantly dyed with the sweet aroma of coffee.

He took a sip of coffee and, with a soft smile, laid it down in front of Roman as well.

widely.

"I'll drink and listen. Actually, the reason I called you separately is to ask you one thing. Rumor has it that the Marquis Benedict used his powers to place you on the Southern Front. Is that really true?"

The one-sided favor had a purpose.

as if nothing special.

Viscount Bale was drinking coffee calmly, but his eyes were burning with passion as much as he looked at Roman.

I don't know for what purpose the question was asked.

Roman, seeking neutrality, had no reason to hide.

Yes. I didn't ask for it, but I heard that the Marquis Benedict did so.

okay?

Viscount Bale's expression brightened.

In fact, he had confirmed the truth to some extent.

Still, he wanted to check it out through Roman, and when he got the answer he wanted, he couldn't hide his joy.

"That's right. I'm going to tell you my point straight up. I want to look good to the Marquis Benedict. Southern training camp isn't a bad place, but it's nothing compared to the lavish life in central government. That's why I'll take care of you, whom the Marquis Benedict cherishes, so that you don't lack anything while you're at the Southern Training Camp. I don't mean to ask for much. Only one. Later, when I met the Marquis Benedict, a man named Viscount Bale Frank at the Southern Training Center took care of me. All you have to do is say that."

It was a pretty blatant statement.

Bale Frank.

Like Dmitry, he was from the outskirts, and he had a grand dream of entering the central government at any time.

By the way.

Until now, no matter how hard I tried, there was no way.

The Southern Training Center was a location that received requests from numerous noble families, but the Marquis Benedict was not in a position to be able to compete with that level.

the core of central government.

It was an area that Viscount Bale could not dare to overcome, and he needed a cheat key to make a link with the central government.

Right away.

A cheat like Roman Dmitry.

'The Marquis Benedict has done a great job for Roman Dmitry. If Roman Dmitry swears allegiance to the Marquis Benedict at any time, he will be able to lead me to the central government, who I had been dating at the Southern Training Camp. This is an opportunity. A rare opportunity to enter the central government.'

I had no intention of hiding my purpose.

This was a deal.

A deal that only takes one word in return for a comfortable life at the Southern Training Center.

southern front.

It was a place where even the commander had rotted.

Even though he openly asked for an improper solicitation, there was no shameful expression on Viscount Veil's face.

'It's fun.'

kept a laugh

Marquis Benedict and Viscount Bale.

They weren't meant to be together for the rest of their lives.

But, at least now that they were accepting their favor, there was no reason to refuse the offer.

said Roman.

Okay. I will never forget your kindness."

just that much.

Roman kept the good and accepted the favor of his opponent.

* * *

Roman exits the command room.

Iman was about to go back to his dorm, but on the way, he met a familiar face.

"You were here!"

It was Henry Albert.

A person who caused a riot at the inn.

Contrary to his hastily run away, Henry Albert spoke with an unequaled expression on his face.

"As I pondered it, I mean. No matter how much I think about it, I don't think I did anything wrong enough to apologize to you. In short, Dmitry is barely a baron family on the outskirts. I said I would use the inn, the second son of the Albert family, but does it make sense to run into a fight saying no?"

yesterday evening.

Henry couldn't sleep at night.

I was so angry.

He grew up as a Geumok-yeop in the family, but he could not accept the fact that he was humiliated by the people of the baron's family.

It didn't matter that Roman was the youngest ranker.

From what I heard, the Dmitry family was of commoner origin, and was born into a lowly family, and unlike himself, he could not be called a true nobleman.

My stomach was boiling all night long.

I waited for only tomorrow.

When he entered the Southern Training Center, he thought that even Roman would not be able to treat him badly.

At Roman's blunt reaction.

Henry groaned and pushed.

"You touched the wrong person. Do you know what family my mother was originally from? That's the Frank family. Now you know what kind of mistake you've made. Yes, the commander of the Southern Training Center, Viscount Bale Frank, is my maternal uncle! So apologize now. If my soldiers tell me I did something wrong in front of them, don't tell me about this, especially to my uncle.

background he believes in.

Its identity was Viscount Bale.

Even though Roman Dmitry is the youngest ranker, as long as he has entered the Southern Training Center, Commander Baek cannot be ignored.

Henry Albert was proud.

as much this time.

I was sure it was my victory.

By the way.

so?

" Huh?

"Your maternal uncle is the commander of the Southern Training Center, so what do you mean?"

"You, you, can't you understand the situation? My maternal uncle said it clearly at the entrance ceremony. Anyone who breaks the rules of the entrance ceremony will be sent to the Western Front. The discipline doesn't just refer to the duty of a soldier. Guys outside the eyes of my maternal uncle. For example, guys like you are also included in that range!"

It was frustrating.

It's a dignified reaction even after knowing the identity of your uncle

A cold sweat was dripping down.

Thinking that Roman might draw his sword again, he quietly retreated.

"I don't think you know what it will be like if you go to the Western Front. Even if you are a 3-star Aura Swordsman, you will die in a moment. you stay here and wait I'll bring my maternal uncle, so let's see if he's as proud then as he is now.

One step back for one step forward.

Until then.

Henry Albert firmly believed that his maternal uncle would solve all his problems.

* * *

uncle!

Henry's appearance.

Viscount Bale smiled broadly.

"Hey, is your nephew here?"

Henry Albert.

To the general public, it may be Ahn Ha-muin's garbage, but to Viscount Bale, he was a lovely nephew that did not hurt even if he put it in his eyes.

In particular, he closely resembled Henry's mother, Viscount Bale's sister.

With brown hair and a playful appearance, the eyes of Viscount Bale looking at Henry made honey dripping.

"But why is my nephew crying so much?"

behindhand.

He checked Henry's expression.

At Viscount Bale's question, Henry expressed his sadness as if he had waited.

uncle. What would my uncle do if my life was threatened by someone from a baron family?"

What?! What kind of motherfucker threatened you?"

jump

Viscount Bale took his seat.

A child who threatened her pretty nephew.

There was no need for further explanation.

With a flushed face, he grabbed the scabbard hanging from the wall and urged Henry.

"Direct that motherfucker right now. How dare you touch my nephew at Southern Training Camp. This uncle will crush you for sure."

Really?!

Henry's expression brightened.

If the maternal uncle goes out on his own.

This was over.

Since entering the Southern Training Center, the commander's power is absolute.

hastened to walk

Thinking that Roman might have run away, Henry arrived at Roman's place before Viscount Bale.

"It's that guy."

He pointed at the opponent with his finger.

Roman Dmitry.

The opponent, foolishly, did not run away.

Seeing that he was really waiting for him to wait, Henry raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a triumphant face.

Viscount Bale arrived late.

Moment.

His expression hardened.

I closed my eyes once and opened them.

He looked at Henry's and Roman's faces alternately.

He wanted to deny the fact that the motherfucker was Roman, but there was no one other than Roman at the place he arrived.

And.

Henry's expression as if he wanted to be reprimanded immediately.

Viscount Bale felt dizzy for a moment.

'This crazy bastard is trying to block my way.'

Judgment was quick.

Before Henry spoke.

Viscount Bale's large palm slapped Henry's cheek.

damn-!

upbeat sound.

Henry's face, which had been soaring, turned quickly.