"GI. ”

"Hey, soldier. ”

"Wake up, you've arrived. When he woke up from his nightmare, Griffith found himself drenched in sweat and sitting on the wooden deck with his bulging luggage.

A bearded sailor's uncle patted him on the shoulder: "Izmir welcomes you, what's wrong with you? Well, go ashore for a few days, and nothing heals the wounds of the battlefield like ale and women. Go get drunk for two days and you'll forget about the damn East. ”

Forehead...... Orient.

Griffith regained his consciousness again, remembering that he had dodged Beamon's attack, throwing off his armor and ducking into a dry pool of water before fainting.

By the time he woke up, the battle was over.

In the days that followed, at night when the groans of the wounded reverberate, Griffith would sneak out of bed, gaze at the tall camp walls and patrolling sentinels, and then turn his gaze to the stables and canteens.

Final preparations were being made in the distant barracks, and the Legion's double walls had firmly encircled the orc's war fortress.

Although he recovered from his injuries quickly, Griffith's strength and courage to continue fighting were lost as if his bones had been broken. Every quarter of an hour left in the barracks was a terrible ordeal.

It may not be practical to escape thousands of miles back to distant homeland, but it only takes a few days to head north into the snow-covered mountain territory of the dwarves, as long as you have access to horses and food......

Before he could make up his mind, a sudden order pulled him out of the final battle, and the Eastern Legion, which had taken care of him for two years, quickly packed his bags and sent him to the galleons bound for the capital.

Griffith's period of rear duty began.

The comfortable sea breeze blows on the cheeks, the white seagulls skim low over the side of the ship, and the reassuring hustle and bustle of laughter can be heard in the calm harbor town not far away.

I'm not dead...... Griffith stroked his chest, which had broken several ribs, picked up the package, and walked slowly down the stairs.

Now he wears a leather armor with a layer of chain mail inside. He wore a long sword and two daggers around his waist, iron handguards and shin armor, a black iron helmet in his left hand, and a bag on his shoulder in his right hand.

His own cavalry cuirass, leg guards, and most of the weapons had been recovered by the Legion, and he was now wearing the personal equipment he had purchased with his own money on a daily basis.

Griffith stamped his feet on solid land and found a clean place to sit down. He opened his rucksack and found a blanket, three changes of clothes, towels, soap, sewing kits, charcoal, a diary, books, and a few pieces of rye bread neatly stacked inside. Nestled in the diary was a watercolor drawing of Griffith wearing the medal he had just received, with Christa and the rest of the squadron holding hands on his shoulders.

Griffith closed the journal indifferently and felt his pocket expressionlessly. In his pocket was a small purse containing 1 gold coin and 15 silver coins, as well as some copper coins and a certificate. A medal made of fine iron was fastened to his leather armor, revealing a light blue ribbon, indicating that the owner of the medal was a warrior who had returned from the battlefield and could not be classified as a mentally disturbed vagabond for the time being.

The identification certificate is a small piece of copper with the name, date of origin, blood type, citizen number, address, and place of origin engraved on the front like most people's identification. On the back of the copper sheet, Griffith has an additional piece of information -

"It is hereby proven that Griffith Blanton is a Sequence 9 recruit of the Spellbreaker Pathway, a candidate for the Extraordinary One. ”

This small print meant that Griffith could receive a small monthly government stipend, could use magical items that ordinary people couldn't activate, and that the kingdom and lord had a reason to further cultivate him.

The midshipman remembered something, rummaged through the depths of his backpack, and found a volume of orders carefully stored—

"To Cadet Knight, Cadet Knight, Squadron Leader of the 502nd Armored Cavalry Wing, Griffith Blanton:

"Your Excellency must arrive in Bayeran by 10 July and submit a report to Captain Heinz Wilhelm of the Reserve Command. Your military membership will be transferred to the command of the Earl of Lamor on the same day, and you will be admitted to the Military Command Section of the High School of Magic at Homonwaltz on August 30 as a Shuttoral.

"The work related to the transfer and enrollment will be co-organized by the La Mor Mansion, and the work related to the extraordinary will be transferred to the relevant local agencies.

"Army Department Reserve Command

"June 20, 1443. ”

Griffith felt that his brain was gradually awakening, and he had gradually shaken off the groggy and confused state he had been in before.

Consciousness began to become clear as if it had surfaced. Griffith found himself keenly aware of the crawling of insects in the corners not far away and the gaze of distant pedestrians.

The midshipman opened his diary, looked briefly at the itinerary, and realized that he had just arrived in the harbor town called Izmir on a regular sailing ship returning from the front.

Today is June 30th, and after a day or two of rest here, he will head north along the western line of the Eastern Avenue to his destination, Bayeran, the capital of the kingdom. Due to the harassment of the orc raider fleet and the convoy system, the nearest flight to the royal capital could not depart until mid-July, and the only way to catch the date was to go overland.

It's a long way~ All in all, let's go eat something and take a break.

Griffith wandered around town for a while, chose a tavern that looked decent in terms of setting and price, sat in, and carefully opened his pocket, and took out the prettiest gold coin.

The gold coins that beat at the fingertips of the apprentice knight are the main currency of the kingdom, the golden florin. When the value of the kingdom is stable, each gold florin is worth 20 silver coins. The silver coin is a currency with the coat of arms of the lion of the royal family on the obverse, known as the silver lang. Each silver lang can be exchanged for 20 su (silver coins mixed with a small amount of silver) or 100 sheng ding (copper coins). Each su can buy a loaf of bread in this hotel, half a pound of meat costs 6 su, and a plate of vegetables and apples or a small bowl of honey costs 3 su.

"What do you want to eat? "A fair, beautiful girl came over, wearing a hostess's apron and her high heels making a pleasant noise. The girl asked with a sweet smile, "Let's have a special lamb chop from our restaurant!"

"How do you know I'm a midshipman?" asked Griffith in surprise. He didn't expect this girl to be able to see her identity at a glance.

"If you've seen too much, you'll know it!" the girl sat down unceremoniously beside Griffith and sniffed him gently. The boy, who had just left the battlefield, immediately turned red.

"After leaving the battlefield and wearing double armor, the GIs don't have such good habits and equipment as you. You have a good demeanor and an Iron Eagle Medal, which should be higher than the average non-commissioned officer, but you are not dressed as an officer or nobleman. In between is the Cadet Knight!, isn't it?" the girl said as she looked at Griffith with sparkling eyes, "People who live in one place for a while will get the smell of it!

That's amazing...... Are the people in the city so powerful!, Griffith couldn't help but nod.

"Uh-huh, let's have a special lamb chop from our restaurant! I recommend it!" the girl rubbed over, almost sticking it to the face of the apprentice knight, "Don't be too expensive! When you're done eating, I'll recommend you a local job!

The sweet aroma of the girl crept in down the tip of her nose, and Griffith obediently ordered two large pieces of bread, a pound of meat and a plate of vegetables, and finally hesitated to add another stack of honey.

That's 20 Sue. Griffith eats almost 1/35 of his fortune in a single meal......

"Okay! A set B!" the hostess turned to the counter lightly, "Give me another adventurer's bounty!"

It's not a meal yet, so there aren't many customers in the tavern. After the hostess brought the food, she sat across from Griffith with a smile and watched him eat.

The black bread was dry and astringent, and it seemed that the shopkeeper had mixed wood chips into it. The meat was still covered with unshaved fur, and the vegetables were leaves plucked from an unknown tree, radishes and apples that had been cut into pieces. However, Griffith also often ate such food on the front line, and ate it without any resistance.

To his surprise, the small dish of honey was golden and translucent, and the faint aroma was mouth-watering, and it was completely different from the quality of other foods.

"Can't you all have a sweet tooth on the front lines? The hostess watched as Griffith smeared the bread with honey and then eagerly stuffed it into her mouth with a satisfied expression.

"Well, sort of~" Griffith's cheeks were stuffed to the brim, like a chipmunk preparing for the winter, "The road is not easy to walk, and there are half-orc raiders, so there are often difficulties in supplies, so you can't ask for too much." ”

"It's really not easy~" The hostess stretched out her strong-looking little hand and gently pushed a document in front of the apprentice knight.

What is this?, Griffith nibbled on the lamb chops as he shoved a leaf into his mouth, glancing at the papers on the table.

"Bounty.

"A gang of goblin bandits attacked the village of Manisa, robbed the livestock and kidnapped a woman.

"Any adventurer who kills a goblin can get a reward. An additional reward will be given if the kidnapped woman is rescued. ”

Such small town taverns will usually provide information on temporary recruitment and bounty quests for passing travelers, so that they can earn a living for a short time. Before Griffith could ask, a young swordsman walked up from a corner of the tavern.

"Miss Hostess, my companion and I have decided to take on this task. "The young swordsman was about fifteen years old, and his green face had just grown a sparse beard. He was dressed in not very good leather armor, with no chain mail in it from his thin form, and a long saber and a short knife hanging from his waist that did not match his height.

Did this young man not enlist in the army, but work as a freelancer here? Griffith looked at the young boy in front of him, judging by his youthful temperament, that he had not been on the battlefield.

In the King's domains, citizens of appropriate age could not work in the city or inherit property without military service. But even so, there are many young people who hide in the forest and do not want to serve. In order to make ends meet, many of them became freelance mercenaries or adventurers. There is no threshold for this type of occupation, and sometimes the income is quite lucrative.

Griffith, dressed in chain mail and leather armor, thought for a moment, and felt that he could take on some tasks to earn a little travel money, so he said to the young man in a friendly manner: "Hello, I am Griffith Blanton, the leader of the second squad of the assault cavalry, and I am passing through this town during my duty. If you still need manpower......"

"We don't need manpower!" Before the young swordsman could answer, a girl next to him who was taller than the swordsman almost jumped up.

She has a well-proportioned physique, good looks, and a rather sexy figure for her age.

"Huh?" Griffith noticed that the girl had iron gauntlets on both hands, and that the gauntlets were attached with spikes and dagger-like knives. It turned out to be a boxer.

There was no shortage of female warriors and spellcasters in Bayerland's army, many of whom had fought alongside Griffith. But the girl's dress made Griffins very unfamiliar. He looked at the young men carefully, and saw that the swordsman and the boxer did not have the slightest sign of affiliation.

"Goblins," said the young swordsman disdainfully, "I'm the best in the village, and I can kill them in one go!" ”

"If there's a slip up, I'll be there!" added Miss Boxer.

"Who are you?hh~ what do you call it, mercenaries?" the midshipman who was sitting and eating asked curiously, "which unit or family do you belong to?"

"We are free adventurers in the town of Izmir, and we fight for ourselves," the leading swordsman replied, pointing to his companion in passing, "Ulan is a good hand at physical skills. ”

At this time, two more people came over, a tall shirtless boy with a giant axe and a girl dressed as a nun dressed in black. The trainee nun was as thin as a match, she wore no armor, only a staff that was not long. She clutched the Holy Light insignia on her chest and watched warily at the unfamiliar midshipman.

The tall boy on the side carried a giant axe on his shoulder, and the word "Badu" was crookedly engraved on the blade, which should be his name.

The equipment of the people in the place is really hard to see at a glance...... Griffith saw the four of them with eager expressions, and couldn't help but stand up and stop: "This is a group of monsters that are preparing to attack the village. I'd suggest going with the town's militia, or call more people. Pooling forces together can lead to a reduction in losses. ”

"Poof~" The boxer girl Wulan burst out laughing, "Troops~Concentration~, what a strange statement, you just came back from the front line and are not used to it!"

"Then at least understand the strength and composition of the enemy!" the midshipman felt that the group was too hasty, "This bounty does not provide information about the enemy. ”

"Strength and composition...... The boys and girls glanced at each other, and the smiles in their eyes were about to erupt.

"Don't do that," Andy, the young swordsman, stopped his companion's taunt and turned to say, "Mr. Cadet Knight, we have different rules here than your army. ”

Propriety...... You four look like novices!!) Griffith choked on the other man's words and began to think about how to stop them without hurting the other's pride.

"That's right, we're free adventurers, not an army," said the strongest boy in the squad of four, carrying a terrifying double-edged battle axe, "Each goblin's head can be exchanged for a silver lang, and more people are not enough." ”

A head and a silver man, yes! Griffith was moved.

"Okay, okay, everyone, hurry up, wait a little longer, other adventurers may be able to take care of all the goblin lair!" Ulan stomped his foot anxiously, "I'm in a hurry to use the money!"

Hearing his companion say this, the young swordsman and the great axeman nodded to Griffith and walked out together. The trainee nun was halfway through before she remembered her education and politeness, and hurriedly turned around and bowed slightly to Griffith and ran out.