Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

10 – Reconnaissance Mission with Karin (2)

Karin saw me and gave me permission to try it if I wanted to.

“Martin, you should try it.”

I couldn’t help but be excited because it was a word that revealed my faith in me, unlike before.

I grabbed a mercenary in front of me and said.

“f*ck, honestly, what about us? I like it, so I’m not going to hold you guys and say this sh*t. That’s why you two are more comfortable with each other if you just show your snout a little discreetly when I ask. How good is it?”

“What the f*ck, you stupid bastard. Looking at your face, f*ck it, I think I’m at an age where my dick can stand out at any time. Seeing what he’s doing… Are you really excited about f*cking that blonde elf? Even so, this old man has no thoughts of fire.”

…… I can tolerate insulting myself, but I f*cking can’t stand molesting a woman I’ve decided I want to make mine.

I feel like I want to shove a knife into that snout right now and tear it apart.

Huh, since I have f*cking information to dig up, can’t I just kill you?

“Isn’t it blowing? Then what can I do, I have to die, you idiot.”

With that said, I smacked him in the thrush and thrust the dagger between his fingers.

“aaagh, you crazy bastard! Do you think Charles, the senior mercenary of the f*cking Tristan Mercenary Corps, will open his mouth about this?”

In the state of being stabbed with a knife, I ran through the wound.

A lot of blood started to splatter in the process, and moaning continued from his mouth.

“If you want to die comfortably, don’t you just kill it quickly?”

“You motherf*cking whore. There are a lot of dirty words on the subject of a dirty baby even born. f*ck you, don’t you have a dick? Ganna baby.”

I didn’t intend to save them anyway, but I must kill these bastards.

After I made up my mind, I gagged their mouths again and continued the torture.

As they did not open their mouths even after the torture was prolonged, Karin said, meaning to leave it to her from now on.

“Martin, can you do it?”

Hearing her words, Ogi eagerly wanted to show off his good side in front of Karin.

If a man says at first sight that he will give it a try in front of a woman who wants to make it mine, he should do something with the thought that he will keep his words.

Otherwise, it will look dirty and out of shape, and won’t the attractiveness of a man die?

“You can. And we haven’t even started yet.”

She said with a slightly fed up expression at my words.

“Really? Then do as much as you can.”

“Yes. I’ll show you right once.’

After saying that, over the next 30 minutes, I tortured them as much as possible without making them disabled.

After the torture stopped, the gags were released and they began to tease me with their tongues like fish in water.

“Damn it, isn’t your father a bastard? A sick bastard who was born with dog cum.”

“Damn it, the knife stabbing was so weak it tickled me, you f*cking bastard.”

“What a cute chick. Hey, f*ck me, let me go I really want to f*ck you in your ass.”

I sighed in disgust without hitting or threatening those who said such things.

“Ha, f*ck. I’ve lost, you damn Tristan mercenary scouts. You guys are the best, Sifal.”

“I thought you were a useless asshole from head to toe, but your eyes are relatively intact. But even with such compliments, you don’t have balls to jingle.”

“So let’s do this. I’ll release you all, but give me some information in return.”

The guy who said he was a senior mercenary laughed like crazy.

“You crazy bastard, how can I believe that? Why don’t you say that your mother is a princess from some f*cking country? You can trust that.”

I wanted to properly discipline a guy who utters sh*t with his mouth like the Korean jammins who curse their deceased parents as a habit, but rather than that, getting information is my top priority.

“No, it really saves me. Let’s talk openly, like men. What’s left even if I kill you f*cking people? There’s not even a damn thing. And then, if all of you honestly keep your loyalty and lose your hair, what will be left?”

“…… “

“Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if the head was blown off? And damn, honestly, when you die, there’s no s*x or alcohol. In that case, wouldn’t it be better to throw in some information, save your life, go somewhere far away, launder your identity, and start a new mercenary? I mean, aren’t those bastards of Tristan going to follow you to places like the Duchy of Bern or Salzheim?”

I wouldn’t know if those guys were leading a large-scale mercenary group of over 500 people, but no one would know the stigma that a senior mercenary or something like that sold information, let alone the border, even if it crossed 3 county territories.

Because there’s no need to pay attention to that, and there’s no way rumors will spread.

As if those mercenaries knew that well, they started discussing countermeasures while opening their mouths and muttering to each other.

“f*ck, why don’t we all just go to Bern together if we don’t want to be messing around like this? Aren’t there a lot of wars there too?”

“Sounds like sh*t… No, from his point of view, actually, if we just hand over the information… You don’t have to kill me.”

“Isn’t that a deal worth trying? It’s better to go to the Duchy of Bern and touch a pr*stitute’s breast one more time than to die here and become a corpse.”

They chattered like that for a while, then the representative, the senior mercenary, carefully opened his mouth.

“…… Are you really saving me?”

“Yes, I will save you. Among the original rules between mercenaries, there is a rule that mercenaries captured as prisoners must not be killed, right?”

He intends to kill all of me, but perhaps because of his desire to live, he didn’t notice my inner thoughts, and he carefully spread all the information he had.

I wrote down all of them and finished organizing them, and the senior mercenary said with a sigh.

“It’s all blown now. So save me now Aren’t you supposed to keep your promise?”

When he said that, I thrust a knife into his stomach and cut it across.

It’s not a wound that will kill you right away, but if you leave it here, you’ll suffer for at least a few hours before slowly dying.

Because I made fun of Karin, who will one day become my woman, it is a kind consideration to go after it while suffering as much as possible.

Then the two guys next to me stabbed his heart and completely killed him, and put a gag in the mouth of the living senior mercenary.

“Let’s go like this, anyway, this is a corner place, so you won’t even find a body.”

Karin tilted her head at my words and asked.

“By the way, why did you purposely make that senior mercenary look like that instead of killing him neatly?”

“Isn’t he the one who openly harassed senior Karin? You have to pay the price. And hurry back. I think I should report this to Captain Dalton right away.”

**

In normal times, a senior mercenary and a newcomer would not meet Dalton, the mercenary leader, but we were called right away because we returned from an important reconnaissance mission.

Dalton glanced around at Karin and me, then smiled.

“A newcomer, from the first campaign, he was stabbing his dick. Even the reconnaissance mission entrusted to me as if Jackson was thrown away, he performed flawlessly. Did you even bring out their operation? Am I a f*cking guy?”

The first time I saw him, he was a nobleman who cursed at me, saying that I was a cocksucker and a young boy with only ink in his head.

Here, I decided to pretend to be humble in order to score points with Karin.

“It’s because the Captain of the Ten Commandments of Fior and the senior mercenary Karin taught me well.”

“Don’t be silly, bastard. I’ve been hanging out with these guys for years. I’ll have to leave out Karin, but that bastard Fior isn’t very proud. I’ve been a mercenary for 13 years, can’t you see that I still can’t get out of the position of captain of the 10th?”

Mercenaries die a lot in the middle, so if you hold out for about 6 years, you will be given the rank of captain, and in 10 years you will rise to the rank of platoon commander.

But being captain of the 13th rank for 13 years doesn’t mean you’re only halfway through the ranks…

“Hu, I’m in a f*cking hurry too. Tell me what they are up to.”

“It is said that Baron Tyllen, who hired the Tristan mercenary corps, hired an additional mercenary corps called the Antonio Mercenary Corps. The size seems to be about 200 people, and they said it would arrive in about a week.”

When Dalton heard that, he cursed.

“Tyllen, is that a person? It is the duty of barons to compete with only the mercenaries they initially hired. I’m sitting in breaking my wife.

“Is that so?”

“Originally, I don’t explain it to the f*ck rice bastards, but I only tell it to executives and top ranks. The fight this time is a battle for territory. Unlike a war, it’s a kind of duel. Hire a mercenary company, and the one who wins has agreed to eat Malfolk Plain and 14 villages around it. If it wasn’t for that, the baron’s standing army or knights would have come out and performed all sorts of f*cking stunts with swords.”

In this game, there is a system called Reputation and Reputation. If you hit the back of the opponent after making a treaty or promise, your honor will decrease and you will receive various disadvantages.

Especially when it comes to nobles, the level is severe, but how is it in this world that has become a reality?

“I can’t say that Tilen’s brain wants to be killed in this land, but it’s a bad situation for us. The war must end soon. When reinforcements come, we rush with numbers.”

In games, it’s common for the main character to take an active part and lead well, and then simply slaughter an army several times his size, but that’s the world in the game.

In real life, it’s better not to create a situation where a minority is dealing with a majority.

Dalton muttered as he listened to me and took out a piece of paper and a pen from his desk and prepared to write something down on his desk.

“…… sh*t, the more I think about it, the more I feel like sh*t. The aristocrats I saw when I was young liked things like shaming and all that as much as mercenary bastards revealing whores, so I couldn’t believe it. You f*cking lost, you didn’t get paid properly, and you almost lost your kids needlessly, didn’t you? Baron Tylen, that f*cking heretic bastard.”

After complaining like that, he threw me a bag of coins and said.

“Because I put 20 pieces of silver and 2 gold. Split it in half with Karin, and all of your exploits are being reported to Baron Trinz. Later, the baron and the mercenaries will give you a hefty reward. Ha, that almost f*cking sucked. First of all, there is no battle or anything today, so take a nap or go to bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dalton hurriedly waved his hand and signaled to us to get off quickly. Karin, who came out of the barracks, looked at me and asked questioningly.

“It’s common sense that newcomers are usually nothing but baggage, but you’re good at fighting, you’re good at using swords, and you’re pretty smart… Martin, are you really new?”