Chapter 223
This era’s people are romantics. Especially, all the uncivilized pre-modern medieval humans, except those from Krasilov and Kalion, and among them, the nobles were even more so. (Let’s not lump Kalion in, as it’s simply a den of madmen.)
They possess treacherous, realistic, meticulous, and calculating facets, but deep down, they live with a fragment of romance hidden in their hearts.
This was supported by Ivan’s cold intuition and experience. Everyone he had seen until now was somewhat selfish, but then suddenly, at certain moments, they would ignite a fire in their hearts and burn out dramatically.
But Ivan is not like that. As a cold modern city man, he has decided to live in reality rather than die in romance.
Thus, his wars always begin quietly, in the dark of night, from outside sight, accompanied by dishonorable ambushes, and they quietly end as well.
“Stop.”
After lowering his body, Ivan sent a signal. There was no response. Only the sound of his companions halting. Ivan did not bother to turn around to check.
He quietly stared at the military camp in front of him.
“Type 3.”