Rosie's Games

Chapter 308: Pickled Pikemen

Chapter 308: Pickled Pikemen

"We apologize for not sending a message to His Majesty. However, we are not here to represent the Kingdom of Wugari.'' The woman who introduced herself as Magda spoke. She was the only one who was not wearing a hood to cover her face. Instead, she was wearing black warrior's clothing with a sword on her hip. Her long black hair had been braided behind her.

Despite her fierce appearance, she seemed polite enough to the Prince and the General.

"We have just sent out letters to Wugari asking for the help of the Duke," Prince Lyssander said. They were currently in one of the barracks. This was the only place where he could talk to them without attracting too much attention from the other soldiers. "As you can see, we are desperate for anyone's help." Lyssander could not help but wonder who were the other people in the hoods. However, he did not have the courage to ask.

Growing up, he had heard rumors about the personal soldiers that the Duke raised. It was said that the Duke trained with them when he was younger. They said that these people grew up in the beast lands, fighting beasts every single day since they were kids.

How could someone like that exist?

It was almost unbelievable. However, their past pursuits were enough proof of their abilities.

"Thank you for coming," Lyssander added.

"The Duchy wanted the King to know that we would be able to fight against the beasts and end the tide; however, we needed certain conditions met."

"End the tide?" How is that even possible?

"The tide in Wugari has ended," Magda added.

"That I do not want to be rude but the tide is not as simple ehem my apologies. I did not mean to sound rude at all. I just"

"I understand, Your Highness. I know how difficult it is to believe. So, we are asking that you follow some conditions."

"What is it?"

"The two of my companions will identify themselves as sorcerers," Magda said. "You are well aware of the warriors that the Duke personally raised. We can do things that cannot be explained by any humans. However, we did not want to attract any attention. At least not right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Do not tell anyone about our identities. Let us fight as mercenaries."

"What?"

"We did not come here to gain fame, Your Highness, we are here to help you out."

"What about the Duke? How could I treat his people like mercenaries?" Prince Lyssander asked. That would be a disrespect to the fame of the Duchy.

"We did not want to identify ourselves because we wanted to end the tide. We are not just here to fight against them." Magda said. "We needed to hide our identities." With that, Magda took a skin mask and put it on her face in front of the Prince. "We cannot let other people know who we are."

Magda looked at the older General standing behind the Prince. Right now, the only person inside this room was Magda and her company, the Prince, and the old General.

"I I understand."

"Two of our people will identify as sorcerers and we will be acting as mercenaries, not soldiers. Please do not acknowledge us outside of these walls. Do not look at us or do something that could make people suspect our identity."

"So you have heard the news" the Prince said.

"Yes."

"I understand. I will arrange everything. For now please give the General the name of your mercenary company."

This time, Magda looked uncomfortable. She looked behind her before she cleared her throat.

"Pickled Pikemen."

"Pardon?" Prince Lyssander did not hear it the first time.

"Pickled Pickled Pikemen."

"That That is very unique." Prince Lyssander did not know if these people were serious. If not for the token that Magda showed him confirming their identity, he would have thought that they were only here to make fun of him.

How could they use such a name?

"We love pickles," Magda explained as if she could read their minds. While Magda was clearly trying to maintain a serious expression on her face, it was pretty obvious that she was trying to maintain a facade to avoid laughing.

"Of course," Prince Lyssander did not know what to say. "General, please guide them to the place where mercenaries could stay. I I will be sending a letter to my father."

"Yes, Your Highness," General Darian said and soon the group left the barracks.

Not long after, the General came back.

"Those people" the General said.

"Are you doubting their identity?" the Prince immediately asked.

"No. In fact, I think they are stronger stronger than most of the people in this encampment." General Darian said.

"That is expected. They are the Duke's people."

"You do not understand, Your Highness. I believe they indeed have a sorcerer with them. That woman named Magda has killed countless beasts. However, I could smell a thick bloodlust from one of the people behind her. I believe that they have a real sorcerer with them who has killed a lot in the past."

Prince Lyssander did not doubt the General's words. Even him, who was not exactly a warrior, could feel that suffocating bloodlust from one of the hooded figures.

"If you are worried" the General spoke.

"I am not," Prince Lyssander said. He grew up in the palace so he had no idea how many people lived their lives outside of the capital. However, he was not a fool. He knew an ally when he saw one.

Moreover, they are in desperate need of help. They needed Magda and those hooded figures.

There was a knock on the door. One of the Prince's attendants walked in.

"Your Highness, we have received letters from the palace." The attendant then handed him a sealed letter. He opened it and read its contents.

Almost immediately, his expression changed.

"What is it?" the General asked.

"The Duke of Wugari" Prince Lyssander spoke. "He is on his way to the Capital to meet my father."

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