The Knight King Who Returned With a God Chapter 231

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There was a proclamation ceremony for a unified Korea, but it had not yet taken over all of North Korea.

However, more urgent than that was the mission to support the people in the occupied North Korean region, and it was necessary to solve the problems of people’s cooperation and food and medical care.

Fortunately, the Armed Forces were veterans who were successful in such missions to support the people, and the mission to support the people in preparation for unification had been prepared for a long time, so there was no problem.

The problem was the Knights of the Pantheon, who were in charge of supporting the people around Pyongyang…

“Is it very different from what you thought?”

The Armed Forces officer admired the Mansinjeon knights who were active on the battlefield.

they were ruthless

Unbound by the Geneva Conventions, the Human Rights Ordinance, and the laws of war, they brutally trampled on their enemies.

In particular, there was no forgiveness for the North Korean army, which is a devil follower, but the treatment was so vicious that even the South Korean military even spoke out.

That’s why I was worried that such ruthless governance would not be applied to the civilian aid missions dealing with the North Korean people.

But what is it? Aren’t the residents of the occupied territories occupied by the Knights more obedient than I thought? In particular, the area occupied by the Burning Sword Knights, the original Lion Heart Knights, had a particularly high evaluation score.

‘At first glance, it looks like it’s going to break, but that’s not the case. He’s friendly enough to the point where he wonders if he’s the same person as the general public.’

Supporting the people of the occupied territories is an essential virtue of the modern military.

It is because it is a great help just by gaining the favor of the residents and not acting hostilely through public facility maintenance or public livelihood support.

Do medieval knights in another world understand and do it? no.

Unlike the knights of modern Earth, such as the Knights of Manshinjeon Naju, the leaders are those who have lived with different values.

Nevertheless, the degree of friendship with the powerless common people was very high.

‘Basically, he has a strong affinity for humans. Is it because you’re fighting with a different race like Orcs and Goblins?’

So an officer asked.

“I looked at the state of aid to the people of the Mansinjeon unit. It was very successful. The residents are following suit. What kind of secret do you have?”

To this question, Leon replied with a shrug.

“Carrot and stick.”

It was a more ordinary answer than I thought.

“Why?”

“Oh, no. It’s a rather ordinary answer… I was expecting something special.”

“That’s what it’s like to deal with the people. Make sure to reward and punish them, and as a ruler, give them the confidence that you will keep them full and safe. Then they too should be loyal to the king and nobles.”

It was the basic of the basics of the ruler. It was a problem because I couldn’t keep the basics.

“Isn’t it emphasized throughout your scriptures?

“Have you read the Confucian scriptures? You are very knowledgeable.”

“It’s much better than democracy.”

“Kuh, keuhum…!”

As a soldier in a democratic country and an officer standing in front of a nobleman of the times, it was an embarrassing statement that could neither be affirmed nor denied.

“Rather than that, everyone is unexpectedly well versed in medical knowledge, right?”

The officer saw the flaming sword knights who were evasive and supporting the people.

They were born combatants, but what surprised them most was their extensive medical knowledge.

It was mainly for external injuries, but since the Lionheart Kingdom always consumed the blessed crops, there was no chance of getting sick inside the body, so it was natural.

“Sir Raihar! I brought a patient here! He’s from the next town!”

Behold, North Koreans have been visiting the barracks of the Knights of the Burning Sword even though there is a military medical unit nearby.

“Sir Hari, lie down over here.”

It was an awkward sight to see a member of the Holy Grail in armor taking care of the patient, but Lord Raihar skillfully examined the patient.

“Where did the old man come from because he was sick?”

“Nu, I can’t see well…”

“It’s in the middle of an old age… It’s because I don’t like eating. It’s glaucoma, so even the children who were cursed by the wizards of the School of Ruin had this disease… This is a very strange land.”

Saying that, Lord Raihar set fire to his fingers and immediately threw himself at the old man’s eyes.

“Kiaaaaaagh!”

“Uh-huh! Some kind of safety squeal! Quiet!”

The old man stopped in pain as he pulled his ear lobe as if he were a child. Then she realized that the sparks in her eyes hadn’t hurt her at all.

“This, this, this…”

“Since you’ve driven away all the bad energy, your eyes should be clearer now.”

It really was. The old man trembled as he realized that his eyes, which had been dim until just now, were as clear as the East Sea.

“Nu, eyes…”

Surprised by the miracle that his eyes, which had not been seen for twenty years, had been cured, Raihar slapped the old man’s butt and pushed him away.

“Go and eat some of the soup they give out, get some education from Priest Choi, and then go. You commoner girl over there! Stop occupying your seat, bow and leave!”

“Go, thank you! Thank you!”

With a half-mad expression on his face, the old man naturally went to the tent where the priests of Demera were gathered, received instruction on the doctrine of the pantheon, and returned.

Something warm or sacred or something ambiguous was unfolding, but it didn’t necessarily show only good scenes like this.

Mansinjeon People’s Army Prisoner Camp.

People’s Army soldiers who surrendered one after another after Pyongyang was completely occupied by the pantheon were held here.

“Hey, let go of this! Let go, clearings and bastards!”

“The Yankees’ minions! Dirty capitalists!”

Most of the People’s Army entered the concentration camp for prisoners of war, but there were many who resisted.

“Oh no! Let’s have some!”

“Everyone calm down and go in your turn!”

Mansinjeon Naju Knights. Kim Jae-hyeok and Han Su-ho tied up the young stormtroopers who were resisting partisan activities and brought them to the prisoner of war camp.

“Sir Kim Jae-hyeok! Sir Han Soo-ho!”

Sir Tarhan, the prisoner of war camp manager, greets the two at the entrance.

He was taking care of the prisoners and treating the injuries sustained in the battle with Rakshaar.

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“Ah, Sir Tarhan. Are you feeling well?”

He responded with a chuckle at Suho’s polite attitude.

“Hehe, my body hurts. If His Majesty hadn’t ordered a rest, I would have rode a horse and headed for the battlefield.”

“There are no big fights outside. Laihar is doing the boring work of treating patients and evangelizing.”

“He said he’d rather have a fight.”

“It’s okay, but I envy you because you can smell the outside air.”

Even if there are resistance activities, they are only small-scale guerrilla activities.

Their resistance was meaningless when the resistance army, the largest faction of the remaining People’s Army, had already surrendered.

“By the way, what about Lord Tarhan?

“Are you okay? Without a judge or prosecutor…”

“The Holy Grail Knights have the legal right to serve as judges in trials.

It’s new, but what the hell were the Lionheart knights like?

It’s like the right to conscription or the right to war. Even so, the uppermost class of society has a lot of legal rights.

It was a powerful authority that was easy to abuse, but surprisingly, they were honest elites who thoroughly handled their work through FM.

“Well, normally, a judge appointed after studying Kingdom law is the case, but in an emergency, it can’t be helped. We Lionhearts understand each other’s rights and don’t infringe on each other.”

Even though everything was handled judiciously, it seemed that the country was running well, so there is nothing to say on this side either.

However, if there is a little, very little problem… Would the law be a little too harsh?

“So what crime did these guys get brought to?”

“Hmm… Those guys are called the Youth Shock Brigade? They seem to have harassed the residents a lot. This guy is a looter–“

“Yaktaaaar? A soldier? Yaktaaaaar?”

Looking at Sir Tarhan’s eyes, Jaehyuk wondered if he should say this, but what can he do when it’s all his karma.

“And there were dozens of reports of indecent assault… well, it was a normal thing in that unit—”

“Petos, one of them is going up.”

Sir Tarhan draws his sword. The blazing sword represented his anger.

[I don’t need a soul like this! Do you think I am a garbage incinerator?!]

Petos, who rejected the souls of sinners offered to him, asked the knights to do well in evangelism.

“Aaaaaagh! A crazy can catches the people!”

“Sah, save people!”

“Oh, Sir Tarhan. Let’s not burn normal people to death, but use them as labor force. I heard there’s a shortage of people in Pyongyang, serf brother? Starting from 3 years depending on the type of crime?”

“Jaehyuk, you’ve been stained a lot too…”

People’s soldiers captured in this way were released according to the nature of their crimes and became civilians, or were sentenced to serfdom after thorough interrogation.

“My serf friends say they eat a lot of salted radish. We are similar.”

How economical it is to be able to pamper a person for over ten years with a special meal mixed with water, salt and a little sugar.

After accepting the miraculous ledger that the weekly food expenses of 3,000 serfs acquired in a week were about one million won, the inspector general of the Armed Forces took a peek at the skin-to-bone serfs in the camp and rolled his pen.

Weekly meal expenses: 1,000,000 (KRW).

– Creepy!

Weekly meal expenses: 1,000,000 00 (KRW)

“No problem. Thank you for your continued support, Sir Tarhan.”

“The major also works hard.”

After the war, it has already been a week since the disbandment of military units near Pyongyang.

Prisoners at the Mansinjeon POW camp are guaranteed very humane treatment and a comfortable camp life.

“······,”

“·······.”

After reading the report that had been processed with Gara, the ROK military leadership secretly covered the papers.

“What we don’t know.”

“We treat it as if the data were lost during the battle.”

“Oops, the North Korean army shells hit the data storage room.”

It was one of the few useful things during the war.

* * * *

With the support of the Korean government and public opinion, Manshinjeon is accelerating efforts to turn Pyongyang into a world tree sanctuary, but the project has not been going smoothly.

“We need additional manpower support for the new Pyongyang City resident process!”

“Kyung Dae-seong is working hard, but the problem is food delivery is a big deal!”

Although the pantheon has been greatly increased in power, most of it is focused on military power.

The 10,000 man-at-arms and sacred law knights were also active in the public support mission, but they are far short of manpower to command and control the large city of Pyongyang and its vicinity.

However, when we open our hands elsewhere, the armed forces are too busy to help.

Originally, the pantheon had the best existence to cover the rush of administrative work.

Iron and Blacksmith’s Grail Knight Yakt Spinner.

The strong artificial intelligence of the future world and the absolute leader in electronic administrative work.

A workload that would take hundreds of years for ordinary humans took less than 10 seconds in Yappy’s hands.

0.5 seconds to review. 2.5 seconds to sub plan after reviewing and simulating thousands of directions depending on the business case. The remaining 7 seconds are used to repeat the same task twice more.

Yapi, who had such an overwhelming ability to handle tasks, was currently absent. The reason is simple.

During the battle with Rakshaar, Yapi suffered fatal damage to the power source that moved the once broken fuselage.

In the first place, the broken reactor was a yapp that was driven by the unscientific power of divinity.

Not only did the function stop when the divinity was blocked, but the damage was accumulated because Leon’s armor was polished by excessive divinity operation.

It’s been a week since the war ended like that.

“Kikluk······.”

Yapi nodded at the sight that slowly opened and stood up.

Unnatural listlessness, as if no power had been supplied for a long time. It was a sluggish movement that was not common for Yapi, a machine.

“Check the surrounding landmarks. Information falsification.”

Yapi knew this was a strange place. The most luxurious bedroom in Pyongyang. A normal yappy would have figured it out right away by comparing it with the data obtained by the spy robot, but the search for information is strangely slow.

Above all, the feeling of déjà vu as if the thinking itself had slowed down. It was when Yapi was embarrassed by her own strange sensations.

“Oh! You’re awake!”

Yapi, a red-haired girl, ‘remembered’ that the organism’s name was Hanhari.

“Hanhari, the name of an organism.”

“Ah~ Still hard-spoken. Even if it’s a ‘temporary body’, doesn’t it change a little since you’ve become cute after a long time?”

What are you talking about, this lowly organic matter.

Yapi, as usual, tried to come up with 108 ways to harass Han Hari, but his search processor still didn’t work, so he tilted his head.

“Kick?”

And something feels strange. The usual voice processor or voice recognition function is obviously foreign.

“Come on~ I’m here to wash you up, but since you woke up after a long time, shall we wash ourselves?”

Suug, Hari supporting Yapi.

“Don’t touch it, organic… body?”

It’s not your usual eye level. Yapi was dragged by Hari’s lead because of the driving method that didn’t have enough power, and didn’t know exactly ‘how’, and was able to stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

“·······.”

A cold, round fuselage reinforced with star iron. A 360-degree omnidirectional high-performance camera eye that can grasp distances of hundreds of kilometers at a glance. Eight legs and mechanical arms that assumed high-speed maneuvering in urban combat.

“Kick?”

does not exist. not visible

The mirror, which must have reflected her appearance due to its location, was not the crystallization of her refined future technology——

“How is it? Isn’t it cute?”

Gray hair sweeping across the floor as if it had never been cut, and the high-performance camera eye that provided eight 360-degree viewing angles has been transformed into a clear and transparent silver color.

The inefficient clothes, which Yappi always ridiculed as low-level cold protection for organisms, were trying hard to cover the thick, swollen chest, and the cold and refined steel skin was replaced by soft and fragile skin.

Even Yappy, whose search engine didn’t launch, could understand this.

“Is Joe hot?”

“Ugh, bad words!”

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