Chapter 213: 213 CHAPTER 212. "The Boat Was Pushed Out"

In the midst of the Great Sanctuary, the sound of Richard's throat could be heard. He looked quite happy and joyful.

With his black sword swinging at his waist, he paraded merrily to the tent, attracting the attention of the soldiers around him. However, it is not a bad thing for the soldiers that the commander is jovial. Everyone gossips about each other, as if they have received some good news. They made a fuss that maybe there would be alcohol with today's meal.

However, only a few people noticed that, contrary to Richard's good mood, his second-in-command Neymar, who was accompanying him, was clearly annoyed.

Battalion Chief, I'll call for a medic in private. Please take it easy.

As soon as he entered the tent, Neymar said in a quiet voice.

During the meeting with the enemy forces, the commander was wounded, albeit slightly. If such a thing were to become known to others, it would affect the morale of the troops. Neymar blinked his long eyelashes and said that he had to act as if nothing had happened.

Richard's cheeks crumpled as he responded lightly to his words.

I don't want it. It's just a scratch.

It's true. The shoulder is bleeding, but it's nothing serious. Rather, it's a scratch, which is to be expected on the battlefield. To Richard, it was more annoying to have to work a convalescent for something like this. He's going to have to work a lot in the future anyway. He should just let him rest for now.

But Richard's words were not met by his second-in-command, Neymar. Rather, the opposite. Her lips turned vermillion and her long canine teeth showed.

"No. It would be a shame for a general of the Great Church to be insulted and scarred by the Old Ones.

The words that came out of Neymar's mouth were unmistakably indignant. His tone was even more piercing and heated than usual.

I see," Richard replied with a sigh, and snapped his head in agreement.

Apparently, he was uncharacteristically tense. The wrinkles on his face deepened. Richard couldn't stop the amused smile from spilling over from earlier.

That brat, the one who had only known how to crawl through the mud, was now standing in front of him as a clear enemy. And he's added a big title like hero to it.

Hilarious. Yes, truly, from the bottom of my heart I do.

I used to think that life was no different than a routine play, but it seems that there are unexpected things in this world. But there are unexpected things in this world, like birds dancing in the water and fish making their home in the sky.

To be honest, beating the heraldry out of its head and its army is secondary to Richard's concerns. He even underestimated how insignificant it would be.

But no longer. It's wonderful, I haven't felt this excited in a long time. It's as if I've returned to the days when I still roamed the land as an adventurer.

Captain. There's no need to show mercy to the barbarians anymore. We have more men and the geography is in our favor. Why don't you finish them off in the morning with a major offensive?

As the convalescents finished bandaging themselves up, Neymar said, as if it were a matter of course.

The tone of his voice was questioning, but his face was confident, as if he didn't even think about being rejected. Her hair, pulled up in a bun, flickered in the shadows of the tent.

Richard picked up one of the bottles of wine he'd had his men carry, and with a gulp, said.

"No. Tell your men to refrain from unnecessary fighting for now.

Richard's words made Neymar's eyebrows twitch. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. You can see his corner of his eye go up.

--The first time I saw him, his eyes flashed.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

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It was not out of respect for his superiors or fear of conflict. Rather, it is the avoidance of them by Neymar that is abhorrent.

It is only an excuse to avoid speaking out of respect for your superiors, and if you continue to fear and avoid conflict, your spirit will become weak.

Such weakness is unacceptable for a nobleman, let alone a mere commoner. That was the basis of Neymar-Gloria.

The reason why she held her tongue now was because she was dealing with Richard.

Even though they had only known each other for a short time, Neymar understood that Richard was a pragmatist, far away from fear and enthusiasm. At least he wasn't an unthinking jerk.

That's why I thought that if he didn't want to fight the old religion, he must have a good reason.

Of course, the truth is that he may just be a cunning man, an ordinary man with no courage whatsoever.

Neymar's pointed gaze pierced Richard. It's as if he's trying to see through him.

You're getting a little smarter, Lieutenant. Keep up the good work and I'll have nothing to say to you.

Neymar looked at Richard, who was chuckling happily, without saying a word. He's not going to move until he's told what's really going on.

Richard's shoulders caved in exaggeratedly.

They're getting pretty aggressive right now. Hitting it head-on is a fool's errand that will only increase the damage. Then maybe we should knock them off their feet.

And besides," Richard thought, though he didn't say it out loud, a thought running through the back of his skull. It was not something he wanted to assume, but there was one concern.

On the battlefield, there are rare occasions when a man is born who is the best. He can repel a large army, swallow a tight spot, and remain unhurt even when shot with ten thousand arrows. In fact, it may seem almost delusional, but there are such people from time to time.

When Richard met Lugis, he heard a sound in his ears as if something was being born. The very marrow of his brain, which had sustained him for so long, rang a little alarm bell.

Richard still didn't say he would be defeated in battle. He just said the damage would be too great.

Yes, whoever that kid has become, he can't think of losing. I'm sure of it. After all, I've taught it many things, but I've never taught it the principles of war.

So I'll teach it here. I'll do everything in my power to take his head off and kill him. But if you still think he'll come for you when you're out of options...

I'll use Philos. Set a date for the meeting.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before.

I'll be there.

In the history of the world, except for countless skirmishes, there has only been one war where the Great Saints and the heraldry have fought against each other. It's not that I don't like it, but I do.

Nowadays, the Great Saints can be one of the leading religions on the continent, and the heraldry can only wait to disappear. The victor who grasps the glory and the loser who licks the ground. History will mark the end, and heraldry will only flicker a few lights before disappearing.

At least, the history of the past did not change the tilt of the balance, the crest exposed its miserable corpse and the Great Sage enjoyed its glory.

But now, at this moment, the heraldry has roared again and sunk its fangs into the Great Sage. The anchor has been raised and the ship is already rowing in the rough seas.

In the autonomous city of Filos and the Saanio Plains, a battle that had never even been fought before was about to take shape in history.

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