How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 211: ๐Œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‚๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ (5)

It was ridiculous for the knight to boast about being a wandering knight in front of Johan.

Not all wandering knights are the same.

Judging by the way that knight was talking, he probably wandered around the Empire after his knighting ceremony, carrying the coins his family gave him.

Groups of young knights wandering with squires and servants to seek fame were common enough.

That was fine, but it was hard to put up with them talking as if they had gone through times of hardship and perseverance after lavishly spending those coins wandering around.

โ€˜๐˜ˆ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. . .โ€™

โ€œHow trustworthy. . .โ€

โ€œWhy make a fuss over something like that? Itโ€™s fine as long as they do the job properly.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s true.โ€

Suetlg agreed with Johanโ€™s words. Although they may have wandered lavishly, the knights were not incompetent. Especially when it comes to dealing with people, they would be quite skilled. Itโ€™s not like they only learned how to swing a sword around.

โ€œAnd Iโ€™m also thinking of stepping up to ask them myself, so donโ€™t worry.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s reassuring but. . . also confusing?โ€

Suetlg looked at Johan with a complex expression. Who would expect the person sitting in the countโ€™s seat to step up personally?

They usually become lazy and their butts get heavy, but Johan showed no hesitation in taking the initiative.

However, the knights responded very favorably to Johanโ€™s offer. Before they were nobles, they were knights first. Nobles who upheld the customs of knighthood despite their status were worthy of respect.

โ€œYou really have a knack for things like this.โ€

โ€œJust sitting around wonโ€™t get anything done.โ€

โ€œNot many people step up for that reason. Did I ever tell you about the count I met before? He was obese with an incurable disease. No doctor could figure it out so I got called in.โ€

โ€œOh? Did you heal him with the Water of Life?โ€

โ€œNo, the Water of Life couldnโ€™t heal that count either.โ€

โ€œ!โ€

โ€œSo every morning and night, I made that count walk and run. I reduced his fatty foods and alcohol. After that, not only could he sleep soundly, but breathing also became much easier, so he said.โ€

โ€œ. . .Um, this is supposed to be a funny story, right?โ€

โ€œIt really happened to me. . . Anyway, do you understand the moral of this story?โ€

โ€œEat and drink in moderation and exercise? Abstain from sexual activity?โ€

โ€œNo. Among nobles, especially the wealthy ones, many become uncontrollably lazy.โ€

โ€œI understand. Iโ€™ll continue to be diligent.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t overdo it. . . youโ€™re already quite hardworking.โ€

Although the story was funny, when they went out into the city streets, the one who would rouse the least suspicion was Johan, who had the highest status.

Regardless of his position as count, he looked young and inexperienced, so he wasnโ€™t easy to doubt.

Johan called Gerdolf to move together. Gerdolf, who had been guarding Suetlg, was excited by the long-awaited call and came running.

โ€œGerdolf. Youโ€™ll be. . . my brother.โ€

โ€œDoesnโ€™t sound bad. Should we add a setting where youโ€™re mute to avoid verbal slip-ups? Itโ€™ll suit your intimidating looks.โ€

โ€œSounds plausible. We can say you lost your tongue after encountering a malevolent spirit.โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

Gerdolf made a grim expression. But he was a knight with an unwavering loyalty to Johan. He nodded as if accepting the idea.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œDid you come from the Empire? Well, I wish you had participated in subjugating the monster.โ€

There was a set way for the swordsmen who came to the city to find work. Asking a family they knew or going around places where there might be work and putting out feelers.

Inns were good, and so were respectable guild buildings. The guilds in the city were often intertwined, so if word spread, they would find out right away.

โ€œAre you going to subdue the monster? If you go now, it wonโ€™t be too late I think.โ€

โ€˜๐˜ˆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ?โ€™

He didnโ€™t think the nobles who came with him would interfere like this with their subjugation.

โ€œMy brother and I are more adept at dealing with people than monsters.โ€

โ€œThere are so many mercenaries in the city these days. . .โ€

The money changer murmured awkwardly. He had a basic respect for knights, but he didnโ€™t seem particularly afraid of the two.

If the knight in front had proper family ties and connections, he wouldnโ€™t have come to a place like this and would have gone to the nobles. So the knights standing in front of him now were not much different from mercenaries, fallen nobles.

โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter?โ€

โ€œOh. The knights here were asking if there was any work for them. Do you know anything?โ€

โ€œHmm. . .โ€

The foreigner who suddenly appeared looked at Johan and Gerdolf. Johan looked a bit young, so he was less trusted, but Gerdolf had a rather decent atmosphere.

โ€œA friend of mine was recruiting multiple escorts.โ€

โ€œOh. Good. Here, Empire silver. Thank you for exchanging it.โ€

The money changer happily exchanged the city silver Johan handed over for Empire silver as if it were his own business. Johan was slightly disappointed by his attitude.

โ€˜๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. . .โ€™

If it turned out like this, it could be a very wholesome escort job. Guarding a noblemanโ€™s villa or escorting a caravan. . .

Gerdolf seemed to think the same, blinking at Johan. It was a signal to follow along and see.

โ€œWhat are your knightโ€™s names?โ€

โ€œMy brother is Leon, and I am Lauren.โ€

Johan used the names of elf knights he had met before. The foreigner spoke as if puzzled.

โ€œHuh? Are you not from the Empire but the Kingdom? Those sound like elven names.โ€

โ€œMy family is mixed with a kingdom side family.โ€

โ€œI see. So thatโ€™s how it is.โ€

It would anger Empire knights to hear this, but people tended to esteem elf knights highly. They respected them for simply being elves before even seeing their skills.

Hearing that he had mixed blood with a kingdom side noble family, the other manโ€™s face brightened.

โ€œSo. . . what job do you want my brother and I to take on?โ€

โ€œProtecting people. You know the ominous atmosphere in the city recently, right?โ€

โ€œOf cour. . . Did you take me for blind?โ€

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ.โ€™

The man smiled bitterly at Johanโ€™s reaction. His loud voice felt amusing.

Even if he said he was a well-trained knight, at best he was a green boy who had only rolled around his own fief. The man reveled in the slight sense of superiority rising up.

โ€œWith the church army coming in, and the magistrate stepping in, itโ€™s very ominous. At times like this, nothing is more reliable than the sword, right?โ€

โ€œYou chose very well.โ€

โ€œHa ha. Thatโ€™s not for me to judge. . .โ€

From his words, the man seemed to hold an internal position like a steward. That level to be able to lead conspicuous mercenaries around.

โ€˜๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ.โ€™

It didnโ€™t look like they were headed to the district where nobles stayed. It seemed they wanted to gather them somewhere else to protect secrets.

โ€œCome in. Itโ€™s a bit cramped, but youโ€™ll be helping out while the servants stay.โ€

โ€œAre there other mercenaries?โ€

โ€œYes, of course. I hope you get along well.โ€

Gerdolf looked at Johan and spoke with his eyes. In a place like this, it was very difficult to get friendly with mercenaries. Moreover, werenโ€™t the two of them conspicuous knights? They were bound to be checked right away.

โ€˜๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ. ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.โ€™

Johan was passing through the low gate and corridors when he ran into mercenaries coming from the front. It was clear who had arrived first.

โ€ . . .? โ€œ

Their eyes met and Johan instinctively felt like the other was staring at him peculiarly. He realized something was off. The man seemed unfamiliar yet regarded Johan as if he knew him.

They brushed past each other but Johan did not relax his guard. His muscles tensed and he gripped the longsword at his waist.

As expected, his bad premonition was spot on.

โ€œGet him!โ€

โ€ ! โ€œ

When the man shouted and charged at him, Johan had already turned his body to counterattack. The opponent wielded a single-edged, thickly curved short sword. Its speed was much faster than Johan had anticipated.

โ€œWhat, what are you doing!?! Stop! I said stop!โ€

The attendant who had brought Johan was shocked. He had gathered the mercenaries only for these crazy b*stards to start waving their swords at each other.

โ€œKill that b*stard! If you donโ€™t kill him now, youโ€™ll never get another chance!โ€

The man shouted at the other mercenaries. He seemed to be their leader. Although they did not seem to know Johan, at their bossโ€™ order, they drew their weapons.

โ€œIโ€™ll kill anyone who comes close!โ€

Gerdolf bared his teeth and pulled out his mace. Meanwhile, Johan wracked his brain but could not remember anything.

โ€œAvenge the Lizarek family with this b*stardโ€™s blood!โ€

โ€ ! โ€œ

Only then did Johan guess the manโ€™s identity. On his way to the Cyrandel Mountains where the Holy See was located, Johan had worked with mercenaries to subdue a band of rogues.

It was the vicious Lizarek brothers. The mercenaries had insisted on chasing them into the forest but Johan had only captured and executed the youngest brother who had come out. He hadnโ€™t wanted to get too embroiled in the situation.

โ€œWhat nonsense are you spouting? Iโ€™ve never even heard of the Lizarek family.โ€

โ€ . . . . . . โ€œ

Seeing Johan feign ignorance so slickly, the Lizarek man faltered, seemingly doubting himself. Since he had never actually seen Johan up close, he wasnโ€™t fully confident. Furthermore, why would Count Yeats be in a place like this?

โ€˜๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ?โ€™

Seizing the brief moment of hesitation, Johan charged like lightning. His longsword swung diagonally with a loud swoosh. A subordinate who had tried to block the attack was sliced cleanly in half.

โ€œKyaahhh!โ€

Hearing his subordinate scream, Lizarek came to his senses. Come to think of it, what a foolish thing he was trying to do. He could always confirm the manโ€™s identity after killing him first.

โ€œI wonโ€™t let you die easily. Iโ€™ll drown you in your own blood!โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking about, you crazy murderer. Recklessly swinging your sword around.โ€

Seeing Johan standing amidst the bisected body yet pretending not to know anything, the Lizarek guy was furious. The situation was suspicious but his instincts screamed that he had identified his target correctly.

With loud thuds, the Lizarek guy began circling sideways. The helpless attendant tried to flee only to be captured by the Lizarek guy and used as a hostage. Although unclear of their relations, having a hostage could prove useful.

Hiding behind pillars and watching for an opportunity, the Lizarek guy clicked his tongue at Johanโ€™s behavior.

โ€œIf you call yourself a warrior, come out and fight me fair and square!โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

The Lizarek guy ignored Johanโ€™s words. Being in a position to know well what kind of monster strength the opponent has, he had no intention at all of crossing swords.

He would buy time and attack after making the b*stard tired.

However, the Lizarek guy had forgotten about his subordinates. From the subordinatesโ€™ perspective, Lizarekโ€™s behavior could only seem bizarre.

โ€œWhat are you doing? Youโ€™ve finally drawn your sword and. . . Ugh!โ€

The mercenary grabbed by Johan groaned. The b*stardโ€™s strength was beyond imagination. With the sound of a cracked neckbone, the mercenary went limp. Once caught, he couldnโ€™t do anything and died just like that.

โ€œDonโ€™t get close! Think of him as a monster!โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

It was an unbelievable situation, but the subordinates somehow accepted it. They hurriedly tried to widen the distance.

โ€˜๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ค?โ€™

Reading the subordinatesโ€™ intentions and calmly chasing after them, Johan was puzzled by the magical energy emanating from the one from the Lizarek family. A unique magical energy was spewing from the b*stardโ€™s arms.

If that earlier rapid strike borrowed the power of magic, it made sense. Johan made up his mind to be careful if he had to face it. That kind of attack could cause serious injury if you didnโ€™t know about it.

The Lizarek guy focused all his nerves on Johan. He probably hadnโ€™t been this focused even when he met a ferocious ogre. Everything around him faded and only Johan entered his eyes. Although the b*stard was frighteningly chasing him, he gained the confidence that he could keep escaping and oppose him.

At that moment, an arrow flying from the 2nd floor pierced the Lizarek guyโ€™s torso.

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