I’ll Live My Second Life!

13

(This man is the captain of my Knights…)

I knew what Fee thought when he saw the captain of his own squad.

(Why are you wearing a mask…)

But I don’t really feel like asking myself.

If I’m in a bad mood and they say I can’t cancel the hiring, I’ll be damned.

Besides, Ior had an atmosphere somewhere hard to get close to.

When Ior finishes his brief introduction, he moves on to the introduction of the other members.

“I’m Conrad. Nice to meet you, rookie!

First the plain-faced young man greets him by name.

A slightly narrower medieval meat with a less distinctive face. His personality is bright and he seems to take good care of it considering he made me some tea earlier.

But, normally, isn’t it something that you’re unconscious about, like, no traits, plain… Yet when I look at it, it seems so.

(Something obnoxious…)

That’s what Fee thought.

Next up, he was that big guy.

……

Even so, I showed him a piece of paper that said “ol’ bull,” sticking my thumb out all the time, and just winked.

“I can’t talk about the Old Bull. We take advantage of that privileged body to take charge of fighting and transporting weapons. My hobby is plant cultivation”

When Crowe adds that way, Old Bull takes out the paper that says “gardening”.

“He dreamed of becoming a knight and gardening in the royal castle yard, but he couldn’t borrow it from us.”

So he plants a ton of flowers in the potted plant, Crowe explained, an all-bull with a slightly soggy face.

“Really?”

I felt a little sorry for Fee when I heard the story.

(I wish I could have let you grab that out-of-house garden)

A small detached house, but once there was a garden and a flowerbed. It hasn’t been grabbed for a long time, and it was like a wasteland.

Well, as a side queen, I can’t get out of the palace, and as a heath, I can’t authorize the use of the garden of the palace. After all, it was an impossible story.

“Mr. Allbull’s planted flowers are very beautiful. Looking forward to getting a decent flowerbed someday.”

When Phee said so, Old Bull, as a little lit up, was delighted.

I thought he was a good man.

“It’s Parwick. This unit is in charge of long-range shooting.”

It was the man with the eyelids who briefly introduced himself as such.

“With a bow. I’ve never even removed the target 200 meters away.”

Crowe adds again.

Fee honestly thought it was amazing. Because even the man who was said to be the best bow in the day man said he would hit about 70% of the way 120 meters away.