Weed went hunting with these Soldiers four weeks earlier on the Versailles Continent.
Needless to say the hunt wasn't even decent for him. They were just catching Foxes, Rabbits, or Wolves in front of the town, and then traveled together to some easy dungeon.
Basic dungeon that has Kobolds, Rogues, Lions, Skeletons, and Ghouls.
In there, Weed displayed his absolute ability to conduct.
“Do not hesitate to draw your swords for the sake of the innocent residents.”
“Yes!”
“GO! Do not rest your body! You must remember that in order to make the village safe, you have to hunt a lot of Monsters.”
Weed led the Soldiers and ceaselessly hunted.
There was no need to use the method like he had in the past, where he would bandage and cook in order to gain the trust of the Soldiers.
“Do it this way to cut away the Kobold.”
When Weed used the Sculpturing Blade and sharply cut it at the waist, the Kobold literally turned to gray.
The strength of one hovers above level 300!
“Wow!”
“He is indeed the Lord!”
“He deserves to be an important Knight among the Knighthood with power of that extent.”
In reality, the current level of the conscripted Knights in town wasn’t even at 10.
Because of the disposition of the Soldiers, they were loyal to the Lord and respected his powers, and that was enough to gain their trust.
“Looks like the sword's Durability is nearly gone. Don’t you know how to take care of the sword?”
Weed threw in a comment, the Soldiers bowed while they were reprimanded.
“Sorry, Sire.”
“Here, let me see.”
Subsequently, at occasions, he would take their swords to repair, and he would only bandage the Soldiers liberally just before their death.
The eyes of the Soldiers changed.
Twinkle twinkle!
‘There is nothing our Lord can’t do.’
‘We need to become Soldiers with good judgment to protect the village.’
Loyalty quickly hit 100%.
Ven, Stam, and Yuple had the fastest growth; their levels were in the 30's and rose to Denarions.
Weed’s rapid hunting method.
While the routes taken shortened, breaks were also reduced.
The quickening result was achieved by working in combination with the Spearmen, Swordsmen, the Shield, and Archers.
The second week.
Weed led the Soldiers further into the depth of the dungeon.
When they were camping at night, flock of Monsters attacked.
It won’t make a bit of difference to Weed, not even as an after meal snack; but for the Soldiers, they were fighting for their very survival.
“Strike!”
“The Skeleton’s too strong!”
“These Monsters are like in a different dimension comparing to those we fought till now.”
While listening to clamors of the Soldiers, Weed was sitting in the back sewing. He was manufacturing clothing as a hobby with fabrics Mapan brought him.
Nevertheless, he was never completely withdrawn from taking care of the Soldiers as he would immediately intervene at any dangerous juncture.
If it was not a time where he would have to draw his sword and jump in, he would just send commands in their direction.
“Swordmen, Spearmen, to the rear. Take a break. Shields, form formation and push back the enemies. Archers, fire the silver plated arrows!”
Weed took care of the Soldiers one by one, trying to keep them from dying. He tried to keep them from taking risks before combat, but still, they were barely able pull it through.
With the effects of the Light Tower and the blessing of the Clergymen of Freya, their growth quickens much faster with each hunt.
“Charge! No time to rest. Fight. Only one minute of rest after you kill all of your enemies.”
Weed used Lion's Roar while pushing forth his Soldiers.
The Soldiers grew stronger with the intensity of the training along with further increase of Familiarity.
Finally, at the end of four weeks, they became full-fledged Soldiers that lack nothing.
Ven, Stam, and Yuple levels were beyond 60, and became adept with the flow of battle and were able to make judgment for themselves.
They were promoted to Centurions.
“In order to defend Morata, more Soldiers are needed. From now on, you guys are role models for future Soldiers.”
“Yes!”
To conclude the four weeks training, Weed gave them that speech.
The undisciplined Soldiers.
They underwent the hellish training and learn the minute details about battles as Soldiers.
It was an effective measure.
The Authority of an Experienced Instructor.
Having directly trained by His Majesty and under his Leadership, the Soldiers will dedicate unconditional Loyalty to Lord of Morata, Weed.
◦The effect of Leadership rises by 3% permanently.
“Cherish the lives of your fellow colleagues. Along with them, you are to take care of the village.”
“Yes Sire! We will follow the Lord’s command.”
After them, Weed reeled in an additional thousand Soldiers. Because Morata’s proximity was has widened, they needed to have more Soldiers.
While only actively invested commercially which resulted in the explosive growth of the economy; now it was time to invest in the military.
At this time, the territories of Morata were half of Rosenheim Kingdom, so they needed more Soldiers in comparison to before.
Keeping the peace is also one of the important tasks of the Lord, after all.
Consequentially resulted in a slight reduction of bold investments into technological development, increase housing, improving crops and industrialization.
It was just an eventuality: he was stepping closer day by day towards an evil Lord’s dream of future exploitation through the adjustment of the tax rate.
***
Regaining himself after revisiting those past four weeks, Weed moved to a remote hill away from the village of Morata.
“Wah-il, Wah-thul, Wah-sam!”[1]
He called forth the Wyvern sculptures he once infused life into.
Far beyond the mountains of Morata, six dots emerged. Those flecks expanded with huge wings and were approaching at a high velocity.
Along with the group of Wyverns, the glittering golden Geumini[2] was riding atop Wah-il.
Weed was thrilled witnessing their imposing appearances.
“You’re all alright!”
He looked relieved, the look of those who place their money into a safe!
As soon as the Wyverns landed on the ground, they waddled toward him and nudged him using their bodies affectionately.
“Master, good to see you.”
“We missed you too, too much.”
While in Todoom, Weed’s Leadership and Charisma didn’t have a significant growth.
However, for the Wyverns, his existence was that of a parent!
They showed intimacy that was no different than that towards a biological father.
“Hmm guys, I think you’ve gained a little weight.”
“Kkyaruk?”
The Wyverns eyes blinked and shook their heads.
The kind of attitude of pretending not understanding when someone speaks English.
In reality, they got fatter once they became too lazy; and later on it became harder for them to fly. They hunted preys while mainly staying on the ground.
Due to the retreat of the cold in the North, the Wyverns also felt a sense of crisis with the large scale of Monsters activities.
‘The preys are also serious business.’
‘We have to stay alive here.’
The Wyverns original disposition was that they could take to the sky.
Their inherent specialty was aerial combat, while Geumini was to shoot arrows.
They noticed that the Monsters in the North were stronger, so they fought with the mindset of defending their territory.
The territories of Morata!
They lived everyday while hunting Monsters.
When they were first granted life, their levels were around 323.
They battled against the Legion of Immortality, and with the Northern Expedition, they fought against the Bone Dragon!
While experiencing most of their battles with Weed, their levels also reached the 360's.
Facet accumulated on their lustrous wings and such effects. Their bodies were scarred, giving them an imposing appearance.
“Well, it’s not like you’re severely obese or anything. It must have been hard during the time I wasn’t around.”
Weed carefully applied bandages to cover up the inscribed wounds they received during those time.
“Kkyakkkyakkkyak!”