Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

In the dark night, a strong and dark-skinned man lit the lantern on his waist.

The portable lanterns used a special lamp oil that emitted a green flame and a pungent smell.

Mixed with the unique heat of summer, it is particularly irritating.

The man showed a look of disgust. He really didn't like patrolling the fields so late at night. Not only was it hot but he would also be bitten by mosquitoes.

"Ah...it's so hot today..."

"Yes, I heard that it is cooler in the north at this time of year."

Tonight's partner responded to the man's complaint.

"If it rains, maybe it will be cooler?

The man looked up at the sky as he spoke. Not to mention the rain, the stars in the night sky were exceptionally bright.

It looks like tomorrow will be a sunny day with no clouds in the sky.

It sucks.

"Yeah. It would be nice if it rained...Okay, let's go on patrol."

These two were not farmers from this small village.

They had long swords on their waists and wore leather armor. Their equipment was all top-quality, far exceeding the standards of the village's security personnel. In addition, their physiques, looks, and calluses on their hands from years of swinging swords all exuded violence.

The two of them walked along the path in the village in silence.

The village surrounded by the night was very quiet, and the two people walked forward calmly.

They do the same thing late every night.

This inconspicuous little village is surrounded by high walls, with six very eye-catching watchtowers built as far as the eye can see.

These watchtowers are equipped with defensive crossbows and are quite sturdy in themselves, and can withstand an encirclement and suppression by a regular army of about a hundred men.

This place is more like a stronghold than a village.

If passing travelers and merchants looked from the outside, they might just think it was a heavily guarded village.

But if they saw what was inside, they might be very confused.

Generally speaking, few villages would spend a lot of manpower and financial resources to build such walls in order to protect their own fields.

Generally, only walls are built around residential houses or warehouses, and then fields are expanded outside the walls.

The village wall, however, surrounds the pink flowers swaying in the wind and the fields as if protecting important property.

Even the watchtower was built around these square flower fields.

Walking on the path beside the flower field, the man felt that someone was looking at him from the northeast observation tower.

There should be guards equipped with bows and arrows there. In case of an emergency, all they need to do is raise their flashlights above their heads and wave them to get support from the watchtowers on all sides.

Considering the guards' archery skills, they were more likely to accidentally injure their own people before injuring the enemy.

However, they would usually sound the alarm first and then shoot, so that all the sleeping guards could wake up, which was particularly reassuring.

The man had participated in battles in the past. Before coming here, he had been a robber and a bandit to make a living. He was more vigilant than his companions.

If you disturb the rest of the other guards by making a fuss, you may cause displeasure among your companions.

But as long as he senses the slightest strange smell, the man will wave the light without hesitation.

After all, he cares more about his own life than being hated.

Of course, such a thing would basically not happen, as the nobles of this village had already made arrangements with certain important figures in advance.

No one will attack here unless the original agreement breaks down.

The man has been here for several months, repeating the same thing every night, and will probably continue to repeat it from now on.

Just thinking about this kind of thing makes me feel a little tired, but there are lives on my shoulders, and there is no other place to go except here.

We can only continue patrolling in the village along the established route.

When the patrol was about halfway done, the man suddenly saw something flying high up, and then heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground beside him.

He looked over and found that his partner tonight had been beheaded, with his head lying in a flower field not far away.

The man was shocked!

Just as he raised the flashlight in his hand, there was a "clang" and the palm of his right hand along with the flashlight fell to the ground.

Blood splattered from the broken wrist.

Before he could shout out, his head flew high into the air and fell into the flower field, sleeping next to his partner's head.

A handsome man with golden hair and a gray cloak put the long sword emitting purple lightning back to his waist.

The knife exuded a murderous aura, it was the [Thunder Dragon Bird Killer].

General Lei Dian, who once dominated the battlefield, is now just an ordinary coachman.

Reinhard waved to the two men and one woman hiding in the flower field.

Three people walked out together.

"What should I do next?"

Reinhardt looked at the little girl in front of him, who was the supreme commander of this operation.

It was so ironic that he had to listen to the orders of a little girl. If Landbrough and Neddel knew about this, they would probably laugh to death...

But what can I do? It's my own fault for losing to a monster like Helheim.

I was lucky not to be ordered to become an enemy of the Principality.

He was not allowed to complain.

"Well done. Next, continue to hide and avoid being discovered by the watchtower. Our target is the leader of this plantation. Only by getting the invitation letter from him can we sneak into the gathering of the Eight Fingers."

The fields in this village do not grow grains like wheat, nor vegetables, nor flowers for decoration.

These plants are the raw materials for Nightingale Poison, the most widespread banned drug in the empire today.

It is a pink poison powder that needs to be dissolved in water and drunk.

It can easily make people immersed in a sense of happiness and intoxication and is highly addictive.

The spread is very fast.

Reinhardt sneered as he looked at these poisonous flowers that had corrupted the Imperials.

Long-term use of this substance will shrink the brain to one-third of a normal person's.

It takes a very long time for strong toxins to be completely eliminated from the body.

The Principality had imposed a complete ban fifty years ago.

I didn't expect that the empire was still secretly growing this poisonous flower.

"Miss Ling, please set a fire to get rid of these poisonous flowers! If you leave them alone, many people will die!"

Unexpectedly, the last guard in the Kraken area turned out to be a guy with a sense of justice.

Reinhardt nodded slightly. He didn't want to defeat the Empire in such a despicable way.

However, if these poisonous flowers are ignited, a large amount of harmful gases will definitely be produced, and it will be very easy to expose the target.

The guards attracted are easy to deal with, the key is these poisonous gases.

As far as physical fitness was concerned, he and Goliath should be fine, and if they had their hands free they could protect the bell.

The only thing is this Rag, does he have the ability to protect himself?

"Rag, I understand your idea, but once it is ignited, the surrounding villagers may also be affected. They may become addicted to these poisons due to inhaling too much toxic gas. We don't have extra time for them to take shelter now."

Hehehe...I didn't expect that this little girl named Ling is different from Helheim. She is a kind-hearted girl.

Reinhardt didn't care whether it would affect other villagers. Planting these things itself was harming his compatriots. According to Reinhardt's temper, he would like to kill those mobs who harmed others and himself with his own hands.

After all, the villagers here, including the lower nobles in this area, are not good people.

Unfortunately, this time Helheim only ordered them to destroy the slave guild called "Eight Fingers".

Reinhardt's main purpose of coming here is to help Ling and others get tickets to the "Eight Fingers" rally.

Ever since the battle between the North and Hel, Reinhardt has been itching to kill some Imperial dogs!

"Okay, your mission is to destroy the Slave Guild. The night is long, so leave this to me."

Reinhardt showed a creepy smile in the moonlight. He had been running day and night during this period.

It did remind him of the difficult times when he practiced martial arts in the past.

After his defeat to Helheim, he reflected on his actions almost every day.

The conclusion is that the burden on his shoulders as a general was too heavy, so that his thinking as a warrior became dull.

[Kill the Thunder Dragon Bird] also becomes slower because of this.

Now is the time for him to start honing his martial arts skills again.

"Wait here for a minute. Take your tickets and leave. I'll take care of the rest."

Reinhardt drew out the [Thunder Dragon Bird] from his waist and gently stroked the blade.

The next moment, he disappeared under the gaze of the three people.

"Wow! Where did he go?" Ling Dong looked around.

Instead, Rag frowned and looked into the distance.

He was the only one of the three who could see Reinhardt's movements with his naked eyes.

Thirty seconds later, Reinhardt strode towards Ling and the others with a bloody head hanging from the top of [Thunder Dragon Bird].

He slapped the purple ticket in his hand into Ling's hand.

"I'm sorry, I think I overestimated the guards here. Let's go now. Look at the time, the Slave Guild's meeting is about to begin. If we leave now, we should be able to catch up."

"Leave the pursuers to me."

As he spoke, Reinhardt transformed into lightning again and descended directly onto a watchtower.

All the archers looked outside the wall. Before they could react, they saw a flash of purple lightning and four heads rolling to the ground.

Reinhardt waved in the direction of Ling, then pointed to the exit leading out of the village under the watchtower.

The next second, he appeared on another watchtower and swung a knife.

"Hello you all…"

The dragon bird flew up on the purple thunder, and the pillars on all four sides of the watchtower broke with a sound.

Reinhardt disappeared again.

The sound of the watchtower's collapse has attracted the guards here, and the other four watchtowers immediately sounded the alarm.

In less than thirty seconds, armed men carrying weapons and wearing armor began to appear in various buildings in the village.

Reinhardt appeared at the exit of the gate calmly, and Ling and the others took this opportunity to come to Reinhardt's side.

"Then...I'll leave this place to you!" Ling was carried on Goliath's back.

Reinhardt carried the [Thunder Dragon Bird] on his shoulders: "Let's go quickly..."

As he said this, he raised his neck and began to stretch his body.

"After this is over, I have to have a good sleep..."

"[Senbon Ryujaku]!"

The purple lightning turned the night into day.

The poisonous flowers burned and the fragrance filled the sky.

Only a scorched earth was left on the ground.

Reinhardt yawned and looked towards the direction of the imperial capital.

Helheim...

I will definitely beat you within a year!