Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 84 Saga Castle
The soldiers stationed at the border of Loen, apart from daily training and patrols, spent most of their time sleeping, in taverns, and in the beds of girls.

To be honest, the Kingdom of Loen did not treat soldiers stationed at the border harshly. Many children from ordinary families, as long as they met the requirements, would be sent to join the army.

This is not only because there is a country that funds the support of these soldiers sent to the army, but also because after they go to the battlefield, even if they die in battle, the country will also give compensation to the family of the deceased soldier.

Even though the compensation wasn't generous, perhaps only enough to feed a family of three for a week, it could still give many families a break, freeing them from the constant strain of worry...

But when you can't even support yourself, you still have to insist on giving birth to a child. It's helpless, pitiful, but realistic.

If they make meritorious contributions on the battlefield and gain honors, they can become honorary knights and receive titles. This is also one of the few ways for these ordinary lower-level soldiers to transcend classes and achieve success for their entire family.

As long as one person is awarded the honor, the whole family will be able to transcend a certain class and no longer live like a corpse, but at least look like a human being.

But there are very few such people.

There were many people in the army who wanted to work their way up, but ordinary people were just ordinary people. They had no background, no opportunities, and no exceptional abilities. In the army with a strict internal class system, power flowed to power, and wealth flowed to wealth. The Loen nobles naturally enjoyed various privileges that ordinary people could hardly reach. Even without outstanding talents, they still firmly grasped this channel, limiting the possibility of most people working hard to advance.

Those who stayed behind were mediocre and might leave the army one day because they could no longer hold a gun. But more people would not make it to that day and would die in some conflict or assassination. Their bodies would be placed in churches on the border and they would never be able to return to their hometowns.

Saga Castle is Rhun's frontier fortress in the Orkney Highlands. In addition to military buildings, the majority of its buildings are taverns, inns, and various shops selling food and cloth.

Soldiers would give part of their savings to their families far away in their hometown through the state, and spend the rest in these places.

After all, no one knows which will come first, the future or tomorrow.

A relatively remote tavern in the city of Saga Castle.

The tavern is one of the favorite places for many Loen soldiers, bards, passing vendors, and nightclub girls. The cheap drinks numb everyone's nerves, and through short-term joy, they can also temporarily forget the unhappy things in daily life.

Excessive pressure, with no way to relieve it, can easily lead to a complete explosion among the lower classes. Small-scale brawls are not uncommon in Saga Castle, and as long as they don't lead to serious consequences, the military brass will ignore them.

This remote tavern is also one of the many in Saga Castle, with low prices and is aimed at low-level soldiers.

Here, the smell of foot odor, sweat, alcohol and some other indescribable smells together form a unique smell in this small, unventilated pub.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, men in armor and swords were laughing and joking with each other, bards were drinking and having fun with merchants, and some girls would occasionally shuttle between the tables, jokingly offering drinks unique to this area, and would occasionally be invited by drunken men to spend the night on the second floor of the tavern.

Among them, a man in the corner with strong muscles, short black hair, brown eyes, bronze skin, tall stature, and carrying a broadsword on his back stood out.

"Hey, Ramde, if you refuse like this again, it will really hurt that lady's feelings."

The companion beside him picked up a pot of wine and drank it in big gulps while laughing.

"Be careful that the lady really runs away with someone, then you won't even have a place to cry." Someone joked.

Being capable, good-looking, and admired by the upper class—in a border area with few entertainment options—would certainly attract the attention of the military and the forces behind Sakya Castle. While not universally admired, such a person would certainly be a rare talent.

There was no shortage of people with discerning eyes for talent within the Loen military, and other soldiers were happy to make friends with such people. After all, having one more friend was always better than having one more enemy.

Moreover, there may be a chance to catch a ride. This kind of thing has more advantages than disadvantages, and no one would be so stupid as to offend it.

"Look, Miss Liliana is here to see you again."

Following the impure gazes of a group of drunken soldiers, Owen looked towards the door of the tavern. A woman wearing a linen dress and with long, beautiful hair tied up, who was too pure and too beautiful, was standing outside the door, looking at him shyly.

In the messy tavern, it is like a butterfly falling into the ocean, making it difficult to suppress the desire in one's heart.

It's quite dangerous to look like this in a place like this.

The soldiers around him made a commotion, signaling Owen to hurry forward, but Owen only felt a headache.

"Honestly speaking, if you catch Colonel Bernstein's eye, your path will be much smoother. After all, there are limited places for promotion, aren't they, Ramde?" Someone was kind enough to make plans for him. Owen frowned and was about to say something when he felt the thread of his spiritual body move.

Owen: ? ?

Secret Puppet Master?

In a place like this, encountering a Sequence 5 expert from the Fortune Teller's Path?
He subconsciously became alert, thinking that this might be a test from the military, or that his enemies wanted to kill him... He felt that the thread of his spiritual body was being held back, and his body was about to become stiff and be controlled - damn it, he didn't take out that demigod-level armor today!

But after a while, he didn't feel himself becoming a puppet... Wait, this feeling, this dead movement of wanting to tie his spirit body into a knot, to be honest, he was not unfamiliar with it...

Owen's mouth twitched, and he stood up and walked out.

Ignoring the booing and laughing voices behind him, he walked out of the tavern. His overly tall stature always gave people a sense of oppression, but the girl in front of him raised her head, her eyes flashing with bright light, as if she was staring at the man in front of her with all her heart, showing no timidity or fear at all.

"So beautiful..." Owen sighed silently in his heart.

Then he spoke righteously and with a stern face to the bodyguards who followed the girl.

"Ms. Bernstein, you should go back. Your father will be worried if you stay here so late."

　Owen: She's so beautiful...

　　Tang: Haha, I’m dying of laughter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)