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.’