ARCHDEUS

FUCKING CONSCRIPTION(6)

There were a lot of complaints that Alex had in the barracks. This is no longer a tragedy of laziness but of its survival. Although the wound had not healed completely, he ran towards the instructor's office.

Alex was at the door, he was about to enter before being asked by someone who was inside.

"What's the soldier?"

Robinson is a young instructor. Alex remembers him less because he was rarely trained by this guy.

"I'd like to see Sir Winson."

"Hmm ... What is it? You can't meet a leader just because of a trivial matter."

"It's not a trivial matter!"

Robinson's stunned. Then he said,

"Come in."

Alex went into the office. There are some empty tables. The other instructors seemed to be training other young warriors in the field.

"Now tell me what you want to talk to Sir Winson."

"It's a serious matter, it's about my safety."

Robinson swallowed his saliva. If on an ordinary day he would scold this person for maybe he was just asking for ease in training. But the person in front of him was no ordinary person, after Winson disciplined Alex by whipping him, the night Winson called almost all instructors Robinson was no exception.

They only chatted lightly and drank until drunk. On that night, Winson was very talkative, very different from his usual self. He seemed to have a burden so he vented everything with a drink. Until, he was also flabbergasted.

"That boy is so annoying!"

"Who is Sir?"

The instructors asked lightly without any excess suspicion.

"Of course the boy I disciplined this morning!"

The instructors knew exactly who was meant. They know who they mean but don't know his name. Luckily Robinson remembered, then he asked.

"What do you mean Alex, sir?"

"Yes, right! How dare he threaten me!"

The young instructors including Robinson were clearly unhappy when they heard that. After all Winson was their instructor when they were still novice warriors. How dare a stinky boy threaten a senior like Winson. Strangely, however, some of Winson's senior instructors just silently listened as if they were understanding him. Then the curiosity prompted a question from a young instructor.

"How dare He! Who the hell would he be to threaten Sir Winson?"

The young instructors were also curious about Alex's status before their faces turned pale as a result of Winson's words.

"Ohhh ..he, well he's the eldest son of Mr. Count Fertiphile."

The party was silent after hearing that fact. No one asked or laughed after that.

Robinson recalled who he was talking to so the questions and tone were more subtle.

"Does this matter have to be reported to Sir Winson?"

"Well of course, maybe only he can do it."

Robinson didn't ask about it again. He knew, the question was very disturbing to this young master, it was visible from the frown on his forehead.

This man clearly did not cover up his displeasure.

Not wanting to get into trouble in the future, Robinson takes Alex to Winson's office. He knocks and says his purpose, after getting permission from the owner of the room, he lets Alex in and leaves the two.

Alex walked in and stood right in front of the desk. As for Winson like a county official who sat and was busy reading various reports. The papers were yellow and very shabby but the writing on them was still worth reading. The existence of paper is very rare and valuable. That was because the manufacturing process used a very valuable craftsman magic process. The whiter and smoother the paper, the higher the magic level and the quantity and quality of whichever is required. Of course, the product is also much rarer when compared to low-quality paper.

Winson looked at Alex. When he looked at the boy, obviously hatred appeared on his face but when he saw the faintly long scar peering under that neck, guilt haunted him. So he softened his voice a little.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to negotiate."

Alex is not a person who wants to talk. He immediately catapulted his goal and sat in the chair opposite Winson.

"Did anyone tell you to sit down?"

Winson's tone was getting higher, he also raised his eyebrows to show his displeasure.

"We're negotiating, then we should be in the same position."

"Ohh .. Look at this kid, do you think this is where the nobles are in politics? Do you think you can do it all just because you're the son of a nobleman?"

Alex shook his head and replied.

"No, if I could do anything, I would choose to leave this place instead of having to negotiate with you. Then just for information, the nobles are the ones who finance your salary."

For a moment Winson felt as if his pride was being trampled by that pitiful fact. The boy was right, he was paid and this place was also financed by Count Harol, doesn't that mean this place is a place of noble political hegemony. Winson coughed to remove his embarrassment, and then he asked.

"All right, what's up? What do you want to ask for?"

"MUAHAHA...."

Winson let out an annoyed laugh when he heard this unreasonable request.

"Hey boy, this isn't a hotel, this is a barracks! I can still tolerate you with a water supply even though I can't believe there are humans in this world who would take a bath every day. But a new xylospongium every day, and a personal garderobe, are you healthy?"

Alex could not help but give a puzzled face due to that stupid question.

"Because I'm healthy, I'm asking for that."

Then he continued.

"Are you all crazy, going to the toilet and looking at each other when you're boker? Even rubbing someone else's old xylospongium in your ass?"

(Note: xylospongium it is often dipake alternately when people finish boker .. oek . Then the public toilet in this story adopted a toilet in Ancient Roman times that g there is a partition and look at each other when boker.)

Winson was stunned when he heard that.

What's the problem with seeing each other pas boker? As if we were cursed. Isn't it natural for all humans to do boker? Why should it be covered? Then what's with sharing butt rubs? Isn't that cost-effective?

Winson did not understand the strange thoughts of this boy. He only guessed that he was too pampered and wasteful.

But his extravagance was very strange, when another noble boy was extravagant with clothes and jewelry, he was the only noble I knew extravagant with water and xylospongium.

Without thinking for long, Winson refused the boy's request.

"Then there's no need to send xylospongium but give me some extra water to clean myself up when I'm done with the boker" Alex said.

Winson looked at Alex with disdain. He couldn't believe there was such a slovenly human who would use water to clean his ass. He shivered in disdain when he imagined his sewer water that had contaminated his feces flowing into his feet and falling to the floor. What a sight that makes the appetite disappear. But because of the guilt of giving Alex too hard discipline, Winson still accepted Alex's disgusting request as compensation for Alex.

"Okay, I'll take it. However, I still reject your garderobe. Can't you go with the others? Your social relationships will improve."

Alex snorts mockingly. Then he made an offer.

"How about this, you will agree to everything I said earlier but in exchange, I will master the sword technique and all other martial arts techniques."

"God."

Winson snorted annoyedly at the stupid negotiation. He wanted to beat this boy to death but remained patient and said,

"Do you think I'm stupid? Mastering all those techniques is your duty! And now you want your obligation in exchange for your request?! Don't be silly."

Alex answered with no expression.

"Then I won't do that useless duty."

"Do you want me to punish you again?!"

Winson stood up and was about to pick up a piece of wood that was leaning against the wall.

"Are you going to discipline me? Whip me? Hit me? Then do it."

"What?!"

"Well! I said do that. Do it until I become disabled! Make the eldest son of a Count become a disability."

Winson was silent at the audacious remark. Of course, he had never thought of hitting this child to a disability.

Alex continues his remarks to prevent Winson from thinking more.

"Then, I'll continue like this. Being an untalented person swinging a sword, even when I came out of the barracks. Do you think your good name as a professional instructor will still be there even when you fail to educate a noble child?"

This time Winson panicked. This was indeed a problem for him if the news was known to the public, even though he was old, he was the one who returned the favor. If the count finds out that he failed to train his son, how shy is he to face the count.

"Well, I'm also not the one who makes the other party lose too much. Instead, you don't need to train me personally. I'll train with the others and master all the techniques in less than a month."

This was a bold remark to a lazy and weak child. But Winson who was still experiencing psychological shock asked in earnest.

"Are you sure?"

"of course! Do you think I ever broke my promise?"

Winson remembers the first promise he made with Alex. It was a terrible promise, to the point of making her cry in fear.

B-this boy means it.

Winson sat down. He pondered long enough. Very long, but his interlocutor did not say anything. Finally, after calculating all the possibilities, he looked at Alex and replied.

"All right, you win."

Alex can finally smile happily. Her smile was so sincere and beautiful. Anyone who saw it would surely be flushed with this beautiful sight but Winson saw that smile as the smile of a demon who had just gained a human soul.

NOTES:

[1] Garderobe: WC in Medieval Europe.

[2]Xylospongium: An after-the-boker butt cleaning device used in Ancient Rome. Made from a sea sponge mounted on a stick. It is often made alternately when people finish boker .. oek . Then the public toilet in this story adopted a toilet in Ancient Roman times that g there is a partition and look at each other when boker.