If the two of them returned using the horse-drawn carriage like when they left, it would only take them about five to seven days. Unfortunately, three years ago the horse died despite Brockley's galloping pace. While traveling on foot could take up to twenty days, even more than that. Remembering the figure of Uncle Herbert, then Brockley said wisely. “Ever since dispelling the good prejudice against humans, that's when I understood the meaning of life. All this time I was trapped in the wrong goodness. People who I think are good, actually not all that good." Having agreed, Riley just nodded her head with a faint smile. It was unexpected that with just one incident, Brockley could take a valuable lesson from it. Riley was mesmerized by the words that had just been spoken. Then Brockley confirmed his views and continued in a firm and resonant tone, “While he comes from the ground, he still tends to be good or bad. Therefore, if you are looking for someone who is very sincere, then
"Who?" Riley quickly asked out of curiosity. “Not Aunt Yara. While the women I know are only two people.” Riley stopped in his tracks. She was frozen in silence, forced to think for himself even though he knew who it was. However, she did not respond. Seeing Riley stop, Brockley stopped too. He turned around and said, "What's wrong, Riley?" Riley looked down in embarrassment as he shook her head slowly. "There isn't anything. Let's continue our journey." Seeing the awkward expression on Riley's face, Brockley didn't want to keep the woman trapped in an uneasy mood. Brockley began to understand how to turn a tense atmosphere into a fluid one. Don't let this long journey seem boring. “You, Riley.” To get rid of his anxiety, Riley forced herself to call Brockley with a different nickname, "Boy, you can't joke around!" Brockley suddenly stopped and thought. "When was the last time you called me Son? Since I was little, teenager to adult, you always call me Little Brother or Brockl
The other one shouted with a sly look. "What are you two doing in the middle of the forest ha? You two want to get dirty? Are you guys married? You guys can't be husband and wife because what are you perverts here for!? You are too young for those mothers, young man!” The bald man kept on babbling, asking himself and answering himself. The long haired man stared at him viciously. "Young man, we will leave you dirty here, then after that leave, but leave everything you brought!" The man kept an eye on two large sacks and a small sack. The two of them thought, it seemed that this man and woman were quite wealthy judging by what they brought with them. Looks like they're going to be rich today. Because it had been more than five days since they had caught prey, when they saw the victim who seemed weak, the two people looked very excited. The bald man returned to slashing at nearby branches, intending to bully and scare him. The blonde took out a small knife and whip and fiddled with t
It took half a day to get to the market. During the trip, there are many things they discussed. To dispel the shadows of the two corpses just now, Brockley tried to comfort Riley who was still sweating coldly. "I hope in the market there will be those who sell wings. Hm, in the works of famous poets, it is said that angels have wings.” Then he watched Riley's whole body with a comforting expression on his face. “Riley, where are your wings? Is it transparent?” Brockley furrowed his brows as he smiled a subtle smile. The tense face gradually began to level off, expressionless. When Brokley continued to lash out with various rags, finally a sweet smile appeared on Riley's sweet face. But he was shy to show his smile. He was forced to turn his gaze toward the lush trees. Without saying anything. Deg! Brockley tried to be wise. "The bitterness of life teaches us many things. However, the pleasures of life will teach us about the bitterness of life." Riley was amazed. For nearly twen
After setting up a camp for them to rest, Brockley lit a bonfire to provide some warmth to the surroundings. He would sleep outside while Riley slept inside. However, Riley couldn't sleep. She sat beside Brockley watching the fire before them. “I want to talk to you, Brockley. I wonder why you care so much about those two beggars?” Brockley took a sip of the warm water and then said, “Even though I've never felt what they feel, I'm trying to taste it. It hurts. I make sure they feel the pain in their hearts when they are insulted, insulted, laughed at, sent away. I imagined if I were in their position. Therefore, I can't bear to see people being wronged." After a moment of silence, he continued, “And I don't like those market guards even more. If they've gone too far, I might fight with them. I've read a lot of stories of mass killings and massacres, so when I see people just being insulted, it's normal for me.” According to Brockley, blood was created to be shed. And land was cre
As time went on, they arrived at a village that was known as the largest iron ore producer. The village was named Ferro Village. Most of the iron ore from here is sent to other cities and villages to be processed into various purposes, such as weapons, armor, vehicles, furniture, and others. While on the trip, Riley suffered from a serious illness, because she had not traveled long distances and days. Brockley was forced to find a place for treatment in Ferro Village. After asking local residents, she finally arrived at a house with iron walls and fences. They both had to wait and line up with other patients around the yard. There were still five more patients before Riley's turn came. Because the Saxon healer was the only person who was skilled in medicine and medicine here, all villagers who were sick and injured would definitely be rushed here. After quite a long time, suddenly a group of people barged in and didn't care about the people who were standing in line. There were two
As soon as their conversation was over, Brockley immediately got up and returned to the queue seat. He sat right beside Riley. The group left the medical center, headed for the Village Head's residence, and discussed what they would talk about next. While waiting, Brockley asked the people around him for more information. Many of them commented: "Our Village Head is a sycophant and a money launderer." "We didn't like his slow and indecisive leadership style." "If we adhere to democracy, the village head should have stepped down from his position because most of the village community agreed that he should stop serving. Unfortunately, we obey the king's orders.” Brockley was a little taken aback. he asked very curiously. "King, or are the people around him who are close to your Village Chief?" One of them answered, “We don't think it's King Glora, but his closest people. Like his father from the Young General just now. The proof is that the Young General also has a close relatio
As soon as Brockley and Riley had arrived at the Village Head's house who was escorted by a villager, they both ran into royalty, among them was Young General Hopkin. A dozen royal bodyguards in military uniforms closely clung to the General, their eyes very watchful, and always alert. All of the group left the Village Head's house. The sound of horseshoes from all of them could be heard clearly along the way. Dust was scattered and blown by the wind, leaving a big question in Brockley's mind. ‘Why are they here?’ And that big question will be answered in this luxurious house, in a moment. "Greetings, Village Head," Brockley greeted cordially. “I am Fric and this is my girlfriend Rose. We are visitors from the north and heading for Gloriston. We are on our way there. Before continuing our journey, there is a lot of information we need. Would you mind having us as guests?” Village Head watched this man and woman right in front of him. Seeing that the man was carrying a lot of packag
In no time at all, they were trading blows.Rrtt..."Eghr!" Brockley whimpered slightly as his arm was slashed, had he not moved to evade, his left arm could have been severed.Not wasting any time, Harlino rushed forward as he swung his sword up and down at the head, but Brockley made the same move as before to the black man while slamming his sword into Harlino's sword.Tring!Brockley kicked one of Harlino's legs and Harlino fell forwards, his sword thrown far away. As Harlino lay prone under Brockley's body, that was when Brockley brought the tip of his sword close to Harlino's neck."I can kill you if I want to," Brockley said coldly.Not long after, Harlino raised his hands while saying resignedly, "I surrender!" I surrender!"Hearing the loser's words, Brockley threw his sword so that it landed right next to Harlino's weakened sword. Brockley's sword stood firmly, while his opponent's drooped helplessly.Brockley lowered his head and spoke loudly near Harlino's ear. "Are you gi
Given that his position was increasingly threatened, Harlino ventured to fight Brockley. There was no way to go but for him to intervene himself. He definitely could not count on anyone this time."General, if I lose, well, I'll remain a loyal senior soldier. And if he wins, I let him be the Commander of my troops." Harlino braced himself.As the deputy commander and having little authority in the military, Hopkin still had to listen to the words of his subordinates, especially by a highly experienced figure like Harlino. Originally Hopkin wanted to summon one of the formidable fighters currently inside the barracks, but he now seemed to have to give Harlino a chance."Are you sure you can beat him?" asked the General with narrowed eyes.Harlino raised his face and replied confidently. "I will defeat him!""If you can defeat him, you will be the new troop commander.""Yes, I will!"After taking a short break and drinking some water, Brockley was then handed a sword weighing six kilos
A barracks contains one platoon, or between forty and fifty soldiers. They are led by one senior soldier. A company contains four to ten platoons, led by one Commander.Young General Hopkin would increase the number of Commanders from nineteen to twenty. The decision was made because the number of main troops was currently close to ten thousand.Young General Hopkin gathered all the troop commanders as well as representatives from thirty senior soldiers. Today they would all be assessors as well as witnesses to the appointment of the new Commander candidate."Fricker! Come forward to the centre of the field. First, you will have a wrestling match with one of the trained common soldiers. If you fail the first stage, you will not be able to continue to the next stage of the test."Brockley got ready, jumping up and down while clenching his fists. He punched the air in front of him. Victory was a must if he wanted his plans to go smoothly.A black, shirtless soldier came forward. He watc
Hopkin was still keeping an eye on this gleaming silver bracelet. "Fricker, your coming here has given me a big surprise." Then he looked at Brockley's face with a bitter smile. "You two may sleep in the special guest room. You two will also have a fine meal tonight, whatever you ask for, there will be servants to deliver it. Enjoy your happy night!"Hokpin travelled to her father's residence tonight, a luxurious residence for a royal advisor, not much different from her own.Brockley and Riley went inside. Having lived on a shoestring for twenty years, they were amazed to receive such excellent service from the young general. If the guest room alone was luxurious beyond belief, what about the Young General's room? So, it's natural that many people in the world are power-crazy, because this is what they are after, pleasure, enjoyment.Three female servants approached them with an enormous meal. One of them said kindly, "If it's not enough, just tell us, and we'll get more."Brockley a
In the morning, Brockley and Riley continued their journey, and eventually arrived at the main gate of the Glory Kingdom's fortress in Gloriston City at night.Riley was stunned at all the changes. "The atmosphere is so different from when I left twenty years ago."The two of them were confronted by the five security guards on duty at the gate. "Who are you, where are you from, and where are you going?" asked one of them who had a sword ready behind his back.Brockley came forward. "I'm Fric and she's my girlfriend, Rose. We come from the north to settle in Gloriston. I am the baggage of Village Chief Ferro, let me see Young General Hopkin.""You can't! It's already night. The General cannot be disturbed. What is your need?" asked the head of security who also served as a senior soldier, his name was Harlino."I want to apply to become a troop commander."The senior soldier and his four men laughed out loud."You're still very young. There's a job opening at the iron factory to produc
If you want to be a strong warlord, you must first understand the basic theory. Brockley had learnt quite a lot from Herbet and also read ancient books, but that was not enough. Thus, on this second day he would learn a lot about how to become a true warlord."During the war against the Omra Empire's army, your father prioritised tactics over technique. This was because the troops had no war experience at the time and were not well equipped with weapons. His strategy was to place the archers on both sides of the hill. The lure was the infantry near the lake. The enemy thought that the troops from Arbilis Village were only near the lake, whereas there were archers on the other side of the hill."As one of the war commanders back then, Hudde remembers very well how Avraam led his troops. "I have never seen a man so gallant and brave as your father, Brockley. Just so you know, with my own eyes, I witnessed him kill at least thirty enemies with his own sword. He sat mightily on his horse,
Muscular strength would be useless if the mind is chaotic and the soul is sick. Therefore, on the first day, Hudde taught Brockley spiritual knowledge so that he would be better prepared mentally to deal with the pressures around the palace."Sit cross-legged. Close your eyes. Just listen to the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling. Empty your mind and focus. Eliminate whatever is going through your mind. Calm your heart."Brockley did as Hudde instructed, although it was a little difficult at first because within a few seconds, there were several things that came to mind, and there were also sounds ringing in his ears."Brockley, it's a very natural thing and everyone will experience it. But, everyone has different levels of stress and calmness. Always try to stay calm and relaxed. Don't ever get tense, you'll end up with nerve damage."Brockley then adjusted his breathing to calm his body and mind. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly, repeating this over and over again
There were still a few questions running through Brockley's mind. And they needed to be answered before he returned to Gloriston. Although he had understood the subject matter and storyline so far, he still needed direction and solutions from his teacher."Master Hudde, I visited Ferro Village a while ago and met with Mundric's son. He met the village chief and then bought poison from a Saxon healer. I think it's closely related to all the stories I've heard, the tragedy of my parents' murder.""Brockley, you are young and can already think that critically. Who was the person who taught you?""That sleeping woman, Master. She taught me a lot about the Greek science of thinking."Hudde smiled again. "I know that Mundric is good at negotiation. He knows all the village chiefs under the rule of the Glory Kingdom, including the chief of Ferro Village. I learnt from the people of Ferro Village that Mundric went to Ferro Village five years ago and two years ago and visited the Saxon healer'
"My opinion was accepted by most of the higher-ups in the palace, the reason being that Grock was considered unfit to lead. However, some time after Queen Megan was crowned the supreme leader of the kingdom, I was slandered as having betrayed the kingdom. They said I was one of the people who planned the assassination of the King."Brockley stared into Hudde's eyes for a long time. His gaze sharpened and his expression was very serious. "Master, is it Mundric, the former Arbilis Village Chief who has slandered you?""Who else would it be?"Hudde said that ever since Avraam was made King twenty years ago, Mundric had been plotting to overthrow Avraam's rule. Mundric had always been unwilling to let the position of village leader change hands, especially since the King was once his subordinate."Mundric always appeared good to the late King Avraam and the people in the palace, but behind it he had big plans." Then Hudde bowed his head. "I have a strong suspicion that Mundric is the mast