I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

When the knights and soldiers clashed their hands and barracks, the scholars all knew what they were doing. The non-practicing dreamers only shared useless discourses in the safe rear.

They never stood before the law, they were merely mouth-watering writers.

That was the kind of scholar I knew.

So when the old man came to me and said he was going to be a teacher, he snorted. I didn't have the heart to learn the knowledge of the dead, far from reality.

No, I was wondering if there was anything I could learn.

Not all those who went through me were ignorant swordsmen. Some of them worked in both the sword and the academy. And I've acquired their knowledge for hundreds of years.

Among the knowledge acquired, there was no reason for the scholars to come and study useless things.

I believed so, and I thought so.

But it wasn't.

The old man was not an ignorant dreamer, nor was he a cloaker.

His discipline was realistic in dealing with extreme cili and efficiency.

When I realized that, I was already being beaten and killed by an old man.

"Yes, it is! People should always watch their backs! No one knows if it's a Cypher knife or anything else. "

"It's a radical expression, but it's true. The theory of the Iron Monarch also speaks of the need for the Monarch to be wary of the breasts of the New Testament. It was also said that giving too much power to a benevolent servant should be avoided. "

"Right, right. If you let go of the original man, he'll crawl. "

If I had been a scholar, I would have been so vulgar that I would have sold in the secular language.

Those who were with me were basically those whose hymns of humanity were on their bodies. I warned him of the evil nature of man several times, but he did not listen, and he had to pay a harsh price.

I believed in betrayal as much as I did. Forgive me again.

Just thinking about it made my heart feel better.

"In ironblood monarchy, military relations are a kind of contract or deal. The monarch, instead of protecting the monarch, is given some of its military and economic power, and the monarch, instead of dedicating allegiance, plots the monarch's denunciation and political stability. "

"Yes! It's fundamental to have a relationship when you give and receive something that is human. Isn't it natural to follow the guy who always makes you call yourself a belly? "

The silly and rational theory of governance of such an old man was to wet my heart like a drought.

After that, I stayed with the old man for a long time, so I listened.

"Then, Your Majesty. We're going to do this today, and we're going to do the rest tomorrow. "

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll wait. "

The old man gently smiles and looks down and leaves the room.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

The moment I was chewing about the "Iron Monarch Theory" that the old man told me to make the slow footsteps disappear, I froze.

"Huh?"

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Upon sobering up, I had already taken the shape of agreeing to the old man's class. In the meantime, I naturally promised to meet a new old man I don't know.

Thinking naturally of the face of the old man who left tomorrow, I realized that I had been beaten.

This wasn't the first time I intended it.

"That's very inspiring. "

I just laughed.

* *

An old man who had left the Prince's Bed went straight to the Queen.

"Sir Nicholo. "

The Queen asked if she was waiting for him.

"Your Majesty's rumors are half right and half wrong. "

The old man, Nicholo Marchiadel, refuses and takes out a story that the Queen wonders about.

"The stubborn talk was like a rumor. Those other guns and insights were different from the rumors. "

"You don't have to say it so well. I know that a kid who doesn't get sick with his eyes, or his firearm, is just a tricky trick. "

She said she could guess without saying anything, and the Queen gave her words of concern to the prince's harsh advisor, Nicholo Marchiadel.

"It was a great time for me, too. I didn't know the time was running out to meet someone who could tell the story. "

The Queen also noticed that the old man's words were greetings.

"If this old man's words are just words in his mouth, I swear to God, I'm not the one who says black is white. "

Nicholo Marchiadel said to the Queen.

"But I know my child. He's never the kind of kid Sir says he is. "

"If the Queen had thought so. "

His eyes deepened.

"You must have made it look like that. "

The queen opens her eyes.

"Are you telling me that he hid my gun for himself? "

If that's true, why, in response to the Queen's question, Nicholo Marchiadel shakes his head.

"Knowing someone's thoughts requires a hundred discourses, and knowing his qualities is not enough for a thousand. How can I guess your insistence with one encounter? "

He continued to speak harshly.

"Just a glimpse of the deep reason and insight of His Majesty. "

The Queen shook her eyes. I never thought I'd flatter my child that much.

What kind of an old man is that?

When I was young, I was praised as a genius, and when I was old, I was praised as a sage.

The idea contained in the book "Iron Monarchy Theory" written at the end of the year is too radical and secular. At present, it has become an excluded state because its reputation has not fallen to the ground, but that does not mean that it is not going anywhere with clear intelligence.

If such a sage had been so flat on his son, it would never have been wrong.

"I dare ask the Queen. "

The Queen is trembling, and Nicholo Marchiadel wears off with a big eye.

"May I preach to you the enlightenment of this old man who says that the world is cruel and secular? "

"How can you lower yourself so much? Everyone I know calls Lord Sage. "

"A vulgar sage." I know how the world calls me, because I'm old and dark and my ears don't eat completely. "

The Queen was undeniable.

It is an old man who repudiates the relationship of the divine army as a business transaction and buys the commotion of nobles. Therefore, no one is going to stand as a teacher, so I have a hard time asking you to be my son's teacher.

Without Nicholo Marchiadel's disciple, the prince would not have been able to do the opposite.

"If you learn and learn anything, you can stand up to your crooked personality. "

A wretched student evaded by all the teachers of the world, a teacher evaded by all the students of the world as being vulgar. Where is the more exquisite combination?

"Now that I have found the joy of old age, I am only ecstatic by the grace of the Queen. "

Thus, Nicholo Marchiadel proclaimed in the presence of the Queen that he would be a master of the prince in earnest.

Of course, Prince Idrian, the party, didn't know that, but he just burst the distribution that he had been beaten by an old man.

* *

After the old man took his place, I was feeling extremely free.

I should never have avoided over-training now that the after-effects of Muhyun Shi are not all gone. The depleted manna could not be filled with force until it set itself up.

I just wandered around without anything to do.

"Oh, I'm bored. "

Soon after I woke up, I was restless and sold out only for training. I didn't even know how the day went because I was going to get back the power I lost.

Then, when I was forced to rest, my mind was not even stabilized.

"Harder! Stronger!"

I tried to clean up Adelia who was doing well.

"Aren't court knights trained? "

I also tried to imprison Karls and the court knights on mission.

But the time went by so much that even the dampness didn't get dirty.

In the meantime, an outsider came.

In the past few days, many outsiders have had facial injuries.

Regular eyes were dull, and the young man's head was full of swords.

If anyone sees it, they'll lose to the outsider.

To that extent, the appearance of an outsider was absurd.

I could tell by the grip. That the outsider didn't even get over the simma I planted.

"... I'm sorry. "

After a while, a loner opened his mouth. I think I heard a lot about the last match, but the last thing I said was an apology.

It was amazing.

"I broke my own word, and I hurt you greatly. I don't have ten mouths to say. "

No. It wasn't because of the Aurablade of the outsider that I forced him to take care of me, but because I used [Poetry of the Zangdragon] too much.

"Mmm."

The Queen's words came to mind.

The fact that the outsider was a guarantor instead of releasing my life imprisonment and that he owed it to the King.

The mood was a little complicated.

He took revenge and also won the bet. That's why I feel a little generous when I look at the outsider.

"Say what you want. Give me my arm, give me my eyes. "

"Write something like that. "

I looked at the outsider with a useless sarcasm.

"Tsk."

As I looked at the outsider with my head down, I kicked my tongue.

I wish it was old times, though, and I'd been called a Swordmaster, not even a big fella.

Certainly the knights of this era did not have a higher spiritual upheaval than the landscape. Instead of breaking walls and growing steadily, I chose to grind and wipe them.

Perhaps if you leave it like this, the Ten Midwives will be in a state of drowning for quite some time.

"Good," he wrote. "

In my words, the outsider was unresponsive.

"I'll say my wish first. "

An outsider's face splattered. If I asked you to put out your thistle arm, I would cut it off and give it to you.

Of course, I was not interested in the arms of a furry outsider.

"An outsider."

An outsider's gaze turned to me.

"Let me go out. "

"If you go out, you can do it at any time because your body is free. "

I shake my head.

"No, not out like that. "