Hannoic War
Names and News (part 22)
"There is a goat with a big horn among the flock of sheep and goats that can kill you"
lem Lemoncloak
Name and News
The sound of transported goods was heard.
*Druk*
The sound of some boxes put on Father Filda's train.
"Hanno you put some boxes of hunting poison in the carriage" said Father Filda sitting on the carriage as her body sweated a little tired.
Hanno then hauled the poison box and lifted it onto the train.
And then sat down next to Father Filda after hauling the poison box onto the train.
The smell of the streets smelled, the mud, the fish, the meat, and some of the smell of onions also smelled.
The sound of merchants and the crowd walking sounded.
The soldiers laughed and joked.
People used to shop and carry their groceries.
"Oi son, would you like to eat some bread and drink before we go home?" said Father Filda, serving Hanno bread and a bag of water.
"Yes" said Hanno as he took a piece of bread and ate it after drinking water from his water bag.
A woman fell and the onions she bought were lying everywhere.
The woman tried to pick up her bag and apologized to the crowd for disturbing her.
Some ignored him as well as Hanno and Filda's father who did not want to interfere.
"Meats! The Big Giant Deer Meat of the Iron Hand Forest!" , yelling at one of the young merchants caught the attention of its customers.
"Heheh"
Filda's father then laughed a little.
"Great Giant Deer Meat from the Iron Hand Forest? Is that one of your tricks Hanno?" asked Filda's father KeHanno.
"Yes.." ' said Hanno.
"That's smart, son, you can easily fool a novice trader and this seller" Filda's father said.
"It's not smart uncle, it's more cunning" Hanno said, humbling himself and disgusted himself.
"Do not be humble, in business there is no such thing as cheating or cunning that there is only profit" said Father Filda.
*gluc*Gluk*
Filda's father then drank a glass of water.
"Tut.tut..tutu.tutu" , a child's song is heard but from her voice sounds like an adult woman singing it.
"Hi uncle!" cried out Jean suddenly appeared beside Father Filda.
"You're always like that shit" said Father Filda with her face that made a bitter pout .
"Come uncle, you're always boring like that~~" ' said Jean sounding childish.
Then he turned to Hanno who was beside Father Filda and was chewing bread.
"Allow Hanno?" asked Jean to Hanno.
Then Hanno swallowed the bread in his mouth and then stood up.
"When do we go home uncle?" asked Hanno, standing up and putting away some breadcrumbs on his shoulder.
"Color~don't ignore me Hanno~" ' said Jean with a limp.
"Over a few hours, from my experience soldiers are usually sometimes careless to pick up 'taxes away from the city' if they are really bored and exhausted" said Father Filda while chewing bread in the mouth.
Hanno then looked around.
The sound of crowd footsteps could be heard everywhere and the cries of the merchant were heard.
Then footsteps that sounded approached towards the three of them.
"Oi brother! Don't disappear anywhere!" 'screaming a woman at Jean approaching with a run.
"Haah.haahh" ,pull and exhale the woman quickly because of fatigue.
He then put his hands on his waist and then used his hands wrapped in gloves to wipe the sweat on his head.
"I thought I lost you brother" said the woman.
The woman had a pale white face.
It was as white as a bone and whiter than anything Filda's father had ever seen.
His eyes were purple and blood red.
And had pretty thick eye bags on his face, revealing his poor sleeping hours.
Black hair mixed with some white hair on his head.
Her hair was painted black to make her look a little normal.
But unfortunately the black paint has already looked faded.
The woman was wearing a cloth that covered her head, but the head cloth involuntarily opened without her knowledge.
And his face was seen by Hanno and Filda's father.
Some of the crowd must have seen it earlier but most would have ignored it.
*There must be a reason for the crowd to ignore it*, Filda's father thought to himself.
"Don't disappear again, I'm tired of running around the market just to look for you" said the woman while looking at Jean.
"Look down, Charla, I just felt my student so I approached her" said Jean, smiling sweetly as the female children known as Charla.
"Mu.rid?" said Charla quite confused.
Then Charla looked at Hanno and Filda's father.
"Where are your students?" asked Charla keJean.
"Who is this guy? Damn woman" said Filda's father harshly.
"Be careful of your mouth sir" said Charla.
"Quiet" said Jean, smiling to calm them both.
Hanno looks at Charla curiously, but Charla notices her too.
"Jean, I introduce you to my student Hanno" Jean said, holding Hanno's shoulder and shaking her, "and Hanno this is Charla from Ohara's family, my half-sister."
"Ohara?!" said Father Filda in surprise.
*ohara? One of the strongest and richest families in the entire Victa?* ,thought Father Filda.
Hanno was a little surprised to see Filda's father's reaction.
"Uncle? May I ask what your name is?" said Jean regardless of Filda's father's reaction.
"Oi Hanno, let's go home now" Filda's father said, drawing Hanno's hand to leave.
But Hanno was held on her shoulder by Jean.
Hanno's shoulder was held firmly by Jean, strong enough that Hanno felt a dull ache on her shoulder now.
Jean's strength turned out to be stronger than her appearance and style, she was as strong as a muscular man if you could say.
But on the other hand Filda's father held Hanno's hand firmly.
Father Filda's strength was quite strong, trained with decades of experience holding a bow.
And a sword if claimed by Filda who said that her father was a former soldier.
"What are you doing? Let Hanno go" said Filda's father in a heavy voice.
"If you introduce yourself to my sister, I want my sister and my students to know you better~" ' Jean said in a soft tone but Hanno's hand grip was not as gentle as her voice.
"Damn it, Hanno help me get his hands off your shoulders" said Father Filda.
Hanno wants to let go but seems unable and he just wants to be neutral right now between the two.
"Hanno let's come here for a while, I can give you some good food~" Jean said as she continued to hold firmly on Hanno's shoulder.
"Oi brother what are you doing? Who her? Hanno's Dad? And I hope you can be a little polite in front of my sister" Charla said.
"Hanno let's just go, we don't want to interfere in the affairs of the big family nobility now" Filda's father said.
"Uncle may I ask what is your name?" said Jean in a gentle tone she used to wear.
"Fuckin' woman take off her shoulders now" Filda's father said in a rougher voice.
Filda's father then tried to pull Hanno stronger but failed.
"What's your name uncle?~~" , said Jean in a soft tone and a slightly horrible smile.
"Ck, let him go.." - Filda's father clicked his tongue.
Filda's father tried to pull Hanno once more stronger but failed.
"Your name is uncle~" , said Jean in an even more horrible smile.
"Guslu...Guslau.without a last name, I have no surname" said Filda's father who later resigned and released his hand from Hanno.
"Once dong~ becomes a taker~" , said Jean smiling sweetly then he slowly released his grip from Hanno's shoulder.
"Now let's get acquainted!" Jean said to the three of them.
Some of the crowd saw this but they all knew that Charla was from the Ohara family and ignored her.
Fear of their heads being walled displays if disturbed.
They go back to their respective affairs rather than taking care of them.
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In front of Vesius was a long table with a large size.
With food and fruits on it there is also a favorite roast chicken Vesius is on the plate on the table.
He ate the chicken with gourmand.
Wine flowed from his mouth to his throat as he drank it.
The sweet taste of the wine was on its tongue, while the taste of the flesh in the mouth was softer when it was eaten.
Vesius sat beside the table.
Toran's father sat at the table eating with his terrifying aura still strong.
Only the two of them were in this long spell.
Some servants were at the edge of the room waiting for orders or pouring their glass of wine when their glasses were empty.
The bodyguard soldiers outside and some of their subordinates slept in the space reserved for them in this castle.
There was only the sound of chewing Toran and Vesius.
Vesius himself ate voraciously and took a piece of beef with distress, because of the fat in his stomach.
The waiter then stepped in to help him and cut the beef with a new knife after which put the beef on the side of Vesius.
"You're too fat" Toran said a little loudly.
"Dad, this food is too much to waste" Vesius said as he threw his beef in his tongue.
"I thought 15 years in the battlefield would change you" Toran said, drinking his mouth wine, "apparently not"
"Just calm dad, my fat and my fatness won't change my good-looking appearance" Vesius said casually.
"Well! 'Your appearance', your appearance is more visible to a lazy pig than a child of the blood of the Garius family" Toran said insultingly.
"The lazy pig can cover up his idleness and laziness by defeating other male fathers" Vesius replied.
"You can avoid my taunts with your clever words, but it won't change the look of your slacker" Toran said harshly.
"Let's calm there are still a lot of men who scare me there and women who like me there" Vesius smiled.
"The guy who scared you just a little bit, there are a lot of weird rumors about you out there and I'm sure the women out there who like you are just whores" Toran said, munching on some beef.
"There's still a lot that you haven't seen" said Vesius, who also chewed beef.
A silent sound was then created.
Toran and Vesius stared at each other.
Toran tried to drink wine from his glass but then realized the wine had run out.
Then the waiter stepped towards Toran and poured his glassy wine.
"Olivvar" , said Toran to the next door.
The waiter fell silent and retreated a little.
"What's the matter, sir?" said Olivvar.
"Call Torrmund to come here, I want to know if there's been any reports of anything lately all over our country" Toran said.
"Okay sir" Olivvar said.
Then Olivvar moved away from the two of them and opened the door to get out of the dining room.
"I know all the faces in this room, I know all the servants in this palace. Some of them have served me since childhood but I have not heard from the one in the corner in the hallway to the right with that slightly sweet face" Vesius said as he chewed on a piece of apple.
"Who?" asked Toran.
"Bond hair with a cat symbol lying in his armour, that's the Basileus family symbol, why is he here?" said Vesius.
"Oh him, his name is Gan Harar, the knight of the Basileus family sent by the young master of the Basileus family" Toran said.
"Gan Harar?..ohhh Gan harar.I know him, he was at the battle of Avurrayl during the Aquantania rebellion" said Vesius.
"You were at the same battle he was at the time but you didn't know him? Very rarely are you like that" Toran said with a frown.
"When the battle was overlaid with mud and dust, but his face was cleaner here than I saw 6 months ago in the Aquantanian revolt" Vesius said, eating his apples again.
Then Vesius ate some chicken and chewed it.
While Toran ate a little chicken meat with a few pours of grape juice.
The waiter stepped beside him.
Vesius then took a handkerchief from the iron hammer in the servant's hand.
And then wiping his mouth and face off made sure that there was food on his face.
Toran himself was done eating and quickly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief without Vesius noticing.
"Look at this food, isn't this food too much in these long wars and towns?" said Vesius.
"The war will soon end with your marriage to that Hasral woman" Toran said.
Vesius smiled bitterly.
"Let me choose the woman I want to marry" Vesius said.
"You have to marry her or soon our country will fall into destruction and war that we cannot win" Toran said.
"There's always a chance that you're behind a small risk" Vesius said.
"A chance? You know how small that chance is?! 24,000 Hasralites with the Geralds behind them will rebel against us!" Toran looked at Vesius with a sharp gaze.
"Can't you give me a choice for a woman
"It's an opportunity that you said, Vesius, we can stop this war without bleeding. We can stop the war only by getting married" Toran continued, cutting off what Vesius said.
"Why not to other people or loyal subordinates of our family?" said Vesius.
"Don't you think you're suffering the most here. There will be thousands of people who suffer when you refuse this marriage" Toran said
*Trekk*
The sound of the door sliding open.
"I-I'm sorry sir interrupted your dinner" said a mustachioed old man with a slightly tall body.
Toran and Vesius fell silent for a while.
While the man with the mustache and Olivvar was silent for a moment frightened.
Toran and Vesius stared at each other.
Then Toran turned his head back to the mustache and Olivvar.
"Look Torrmund, I want to hear the report in this room right now" Toran said in a mustache called the Torrmund.
Torrmund then stepped in while the servants retreated.
"Servants come out" said Vesius, commanding the servants.
The waiter then walked out of the room leaving the three of them there.
*Trreettt*
The sound of the door closing was heard.
"Is there a report tonight? Because I want to sleep soundly making sure" Toran said as he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
"There is my lord, of our enemy Dalmatia" Torrmund said with a calm face.
"Oh, what is it?" said Vesius.
"The 12-year-old Voa princess of the Gandaria family has been crowned Queen of Dalmatia."
"Does this mean a sign?" said Vesius.
"He's just a puppet, a finger and hand kounsil who will lead the real country, is there anything else?" Toran said in a loud voice
"There are 39 heroes from other worlds appearing in Dalmatia and serving the princess Voa" Torrmund said.
"Hero? This real? Or is this just a rumor?" said Vesius.
"This is the original young master, our spies inform us that they came to the coronation of the princess Voa as her guardian" Torrmund said.
"Can the spy be trusted?" Toran said.
"My lord he has served Garius for 20 years my lord" Torrmund said.
"Geralda has served Victa for more than 100 years since the conquest of general Buraul, but they plan to rebel now, do not give me mere gossip information from the farmers" Toran said loudly.
Torrmund was a little speechless as if he wanted to say something but could not.
Vesius saw this.
"Tell Torrmund" said Vesius, "tell me what you want"
Torrmund saw Vesius and then convinced himself to say it.
"This is not a mere rumor from the farmer sir, dozens of our spies from various Dalmatia reported the same thing, this news has also spread on the border sir" said Torrmund.
Toran stood up and Torrmund fearfully retreated.
"Why did this come in the last days of my life.." - Toran said in a heavy voice.
"If it is true." - Vesius.
"If that's true.39 heroes, that's equal to 39 people who have magic power, Victa doesn't have many powerful witches anymore" Toran said with a slight tremor in her mouth.
"39 heroes, is this a trick? Torrmund are there any witches we can hire to ensure that they are heroes summoned from the original other world?" Vesius said.
"Taitus has done it sir, he hired one of the witches from Cyronia and has confirmed, at least they certainly have a very strong mana network and a large magic energy" Torrmund said.
"This is impossible, can the witch be trusted?" said Vesius.
Toran covered his face with his hands.
It looks very frustrating.
"The hired magician is from the Sun Sect, it's very rare for the Sun Sect to deceive its customers after all they send their best magician" Torrmund said.
"Is there any more news?" Toran asked Torrmund.
"20 witches in the white sect disappeared 2 months ago and some say they may have died, but 1 witch of the white sect appeared in the town but not 19 others" Torrmund said.
"It is clear that the 19 witches were used as collateral to summon heroes, but still Dalmatia now has a lot of additional magic power" Toran said.
"We don't have any powerful witches in all of Victa, most of them old, most of them can't even use magic or control it" Vesius said.
"39 heroes, if they can they can repeat the Battle of Mjalnia. If there are 1 of them who can use great magic then at least 10,000 of our veteran troops are unmatched 1 of them" Toran said while holding his forehead in frustration.
The Battle of Mjalnia.a thing that the entire Victa will never forget.
"Has this news spread?" said Vesius.
"Yes my lord" Torrmund said.
"We should have your wedding as soon as possible" Toran said.
"What can be done, otherwise the Hasral family will find this opportunity to rebel" Vesius said calmly as he drank a glass of wine.
"Torrmund, has there been a reply from Kyrah Hasral to accept the marriage proposal?" Toran told Torrmund.
"No sir yet" Torrmund said.
"If he dares to reject it then he dares to oppose all our military forces, and it is clear that the news of him plotting the uprising is true" Vesius said.
"We have to hold your wedding first and then we plan something else" Toran said in a heavier voice.
"Sir, shall I prepare for this marriage immediately?" Torrmund said.
"No, not now, we better wait after Kyrah tells him she agrees or not about this marriage" Vesius said.
"Yes.." - Toran said, bringing a glass of wine to the end of the room and drinking it, "tonight we should have a quiet sleep...Torrmund, call the waiter to clear this room" he said in a commanding voice.
Vesius stood up and then pinched his lips, a little frustrated and stressed.
"I want to sleep" Vesius said.
"Yes good night." Toran said in a heavy voice.
"Tomorrow and maybe the next 1 year will be a tough year for us" Vesius said as he opened the door to the room.
*Trreettt*