Chapter 27: Erengum

Semria in 1200 in the Seven Lunar Calendar is still the same.
The empire and the Republic continued to clashed, and the economy of Closberg developed rapidly. The Duchy of Remifilia is still increasing investment in modern medicine, and the people of Northumbria still cling to their homeland, relying on church relief and subsidies sent back from time to time by "migrant workers" to make ends meet.
And these so-called migrant workers are actually engaged in a dangerous and special job, which is "hunting."
Hunter, the name sounds very similar to hunter at first glance. But compared with warriors like hunters who wrestle with nature, the existence of hunters is more like a "devil" and "reaper."
Acting only for money and rewards, intimidation, robbery, kidnapping, massacre. And the best of them even have the strength to fight the national regular army.
They sound like just a bunch of... vicious lackeys. As long as the owner holds the banknote in his hand and points to the target, they will swarm up and tear the prey into pieces. How can this kind of sordid existence be worthy of being compared with hunters?
He was convinced by the information and instruction he received when he was in the Viscount's Mansion.
However, when he personally experienced, experienced the lives of these people, and learned the determination of these people, his thinking began to change.
Northumpulia, a land that was destroyed by the "salt pile" and once prosperous, is now a on earth. Those who grew up there, almost without exception, chose to become "hunting soldiers," tied their lives to their guns, hung them in front of their chests, desperately taking on tasks to make money, and helping their eager relatives.
Speaking of it, in addition to the exchange of life, these poor areas are born, there are no strangers and outsiders who have no skills, and no knowledge, what are the rich and talented areas worth seeing?
These people are called "the hunters of the north".
Their experiences and choices still sound not so correct, but they don't reject them, but they sound pitiful.
"Heliga." The girl beside her whispered, pulling his thoughts back to reality. Heliga stroked the long knife in his hand and looked at the companions lying next to him-each with sharp eyes, sophisticated movements, and secretly admiring: "It seems that the hapless councillor will have another bad luck today."
"Hey, let's not say anything else, the gangster he hired is not a soft persimmon." The girl cried, "After this battle, we have to ask you to treat us again."
"One penny, one product." Heligar replied faintly, "You tell Vulcan that if he kills again and completely ignores it and makes his whole body hurt, I will charge extra. "
"You." The girl had long been accustomed to his behavior, not surprising, just mumbled casually.
"The action begins." The armed comrades next to each other softly reminded, and several people immediately tightened their bodies and moved towards the target location...
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months ago.
It was hard for Martha to believe that the five-and-three-thin group leader actually said that he had brought a little boy back from the battlefield, and enthusiastically said that he wanted to "hire" him.
This made the team members very puzzled. Although everyone knows that the "Hunter King" of "West Wind" picked up a homeless little the battlefield and said that she would adopt her, and started participating in actual combat the year before last. The famous nickname of "Westwind Fairy" is already there, but this doesn't irritate this zealous and brash man in his own family. Should he imitate the actions of the "hunting king"?
But who knows, that kid's debut shocked everyone present.
The hunting regiment "Erungum" that my group belongs to was formed and promoted by Vulcan alone. Although it is not as famous as "West Wind" and "Red Constellation", it is still a small name. . The group leader is not a bloodthirsty person like the descendants of the Berserkers, nor the evil beasts in the north who have to use all means to make money, so his group is just participating in some moderate activities.
The eleven-year-old boy has exceptional sword skills and can use strange powers. The group leader himself was stared at by the young man, and after he noticed it, the two exchanged a little bit, and appreciated his courage and skills before inviting him to the group. But who knows that this young man is not a homeless, vagrant child, he has a good family, only to pursue a further step in the martial arts, he chose to come to the dark world to practice (hiding his noble origin). After several battles, everyone found that this child would not drag others back. On the contrary, his tricks like therapies helped everyone a lot, and he gradually got used to it.
Of course, the group leader has been advising the boy to formally join the "Ehrengam" and promised that he would never stop him if he wants to leave, but the young man insisted on refusing to "join" the group despite acting together. Over time, everyone thought that there might be something hidden, so they stopped discouraging it.
In a group like "Ehlengum," everyone gets along like family.
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Act quickly and effectively. Although there was some resistance, the members who succeeded in the attack still won the congressman. After some threats, he drove away. The hunting soldiers must be faithful to the will of their employers. Their employers only say that they want to frighten their political opponents, but they didn't say that they want his life, so there can be no extra behavior.
The group members returning to the stationing point were in a good mood, and they were divided into small groups to enjoy the pancakes and soup. By the way, Heliga is forbidden to touch any kitchen utensils for the reason: it is unpalatable. Think about it, in the hunting regiment that can bear even marching food, the juvenile's cooking standard is so terrible to the point of getting such an evaluation.
After eating and drinking, everyone gathered around the leader, listening to the leader telling stories...No, it was the next order.
"Our next destination is...Erebonian Empire!"
"Empire?" The group members questioned, the empire is so big, don't you know how we know where it is?
"Listen well, brothers." Vulcan said pretendingly and mysteriously: "Our mission this time is to do a preview for the next action!"
"Rehearsal? Is it still a threatening task?" Some clever members have heard what the leader means.
"Yes. The target of this operation is a big man. His enemies want to show him some colors." Vulcan exclaimed proudly. "He is currently discussing related issues in the autonomous prefecture on the northern border of the empire. We I will leave there soon."
"The great man of the empire..."
"Unbelievable, are we going to be famous in the world?"
Regardless of the doubts or excitement of the subordinates, Vulkan turned to the quiet teenager in the corner, "Heliga, will you follow us?"
Heliga's strange sixth sense was haunting again, and his heart was very resistant to this task. But he asked for a moment: "What's the name of this big man?"
"You will definitely be very surprised." Vulcan triumphed, and got up from his chair with a cry, "Prime Minister of the Imperial Government, Gillies Osborne."
Time seemed to freeze in an instant.
In the next second, the boy's clear and powerful voice sounded: "This task...cannot go."
P.S: V scared the prime minister. The original work didn't give time. I set it to be in 1200... Although some veteran fans think this may happen very early.