How to live as a wanderer

Jump as a mercenary, go to the city for work. I didn't know what to do yet, but it didn't matter. I started out broke, but for some reason, my heart was pounding.

John realized that he had waited a long time for this moment. For decades, he lived like a rat and waited for the day he would leave this narrow territory. Although I did not leave while being welcomed, I did not mind sneaking away through the night.

‘I don't want you to steal any more horses. ’

Aces territory was poor. If I took a set of expensive armor and brought it to the horse, I could really cross the line.

Above all, the stable was next to the guest house where the servants stayed and slept, so that the servants could wake up from the sound of the horse crying if they made a mistake.

Despite the risks, I coveted horses.

It's a huge difference whether you have it or not. It was not just because it was quick and comfortable. Horses were one of the proof of identity.

Appearance, skin, accent, body, attitude, clothing... all of these all represent who you are. Nonsense was easy to imitate nobles, no matter how smart and determined they were, and vice versa.

If John rides around on horseback, half the annoying things will go down. People will think it's a knight first.

John, who was worried, finally made a decision.

Steal it!

I could not give up, even if it was an exaggeration.

“? ”

John decided to open the door to the storeroom and stopped. I heard something.

What the hell?

You think someone in the palace woke up? It would be very inconvenient for you...

Outside!

A faint sound coming from the outside, not inside the permanent residence. John realizes who his opponent is as he hears a loud smile in his quiet voice.

Lord Gessen Eights has returned.

‘Oh, shit. I don't want to jinx it. "

John pushed himself into a corner, swallowing his profanity. I had to wait until it was discovered.

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“Wake the servants and let them bring something. I'm hungry.”

Gessen is fat enough to cover his muscles, but still a menacing knight. You can feel the power from the heavy weight covered in armor.

Following Gessen, the servant lowers his head and runs to the villa. Like a knight who spent his entire life on the battlefield, Gessen had a filthy personality. If I didn't run, I was slapped. It was also a lucky case, and if I was unlucky, I could be hit with a thorny club.

“Well done. Lord Gessen.”

“Earl Kishored will send someone soon to tell you a good answer. ”

Gessen smiles joyfully after a few of his minions give him a quick kiss. Even though I knew her, I didn't feel bad.

“Earl Kishored knows how to see people. We'll have a lot of fighting to do if we don't get knights like me easily. ”

“You're right! ”

Gessen prefers to run his small, insignificant territory and sell his strength in search of a powerful nobleman. Instead of farming wheat or killing pigs, it was much more important to participate and take part in the territory.

This trip wasn't bad. Earl Kishored was about to go to war with another nearby nobleman, and his face was fierce with Gessen's power.

Whether it was the Holy Empire or the Kingdom of the West, it was common for lords to draw swords to increase their land by a fraction. Rather, there were rare places that did not. Thanks to you, only knights like Gessen and mercenaries are excited.

“Are you back?”

“Oh, ma'am! ”

Gessen grins, hugging Lady Aces and lifting her. It smelled of dark sweat and dirt, but Lady Ates didn't blink an eye.

“I can't believe you have a wife like this. I'm a very happy man. ”

In fact, Gessen's group wakes up very loudly, but it doesn't matter. Mrs. Aces replied with a kind voice.

“Of course not. You have more guests than that. ”

“Customer? Who? ”

“Don't be surprised. It's Sir Karamaf. ”

“Lord Karamaf? Why is he here? ”

Gessen asks in a trembling voice. I had nothing to do with Karamaf.

“I'll explain why. ”

“! ”

The sound of Gessen's group wakes Karamaf up, and Karamaf walks out of the front door on the first floor. Karamaf was fully armed, even though he was just sleeping. A plate armor made by dwarves wrapped around the body, and all you see is a cold face with a cotton ball.

Gessen inadvertently brings his hand to the waist-driven weapon. It felt like Gessen had broken numerous enemy headaches. Karamaf was never here to play.

“What brings you to my land? ”

“Gessen Eights. I conspire with the pagans to poison His Holiness the Emperor and arrest you for your crimes of rebellion. ”

“... What the hell are you talking about! ”

Gessen screams. It was a crime I had never heard of. However, Karamaf's expression did not change.

“When did I do that?! ”

“Make excuses before God, not in front of me. ”

“I demand a trial. I am a nobleman of the Holy Empire and a master of the Eights. You don't get to say a few words like that! ”

“I accept your request. You will go to the court of the king and stand trial. ”

At Karamaf's words, Gessen's face suddenly darkens. Karamaf is like the hand of the emperor. I wouldn't have done this without myself. If this was a trap, I could go to court and stand trial, but I couldn't escape.

Gessen rolls his head and recalls the powerful nobles he knows. Now was the time to go to them and beg. Even if you pull out the pillars of the territory.

But reality surpassed Gessen's expectations.

Seeing Karamaf's cold eyes, Gessen realizes. Karamaf can't take him to court.

“Hehe!”

Gessen draws his weapon from his waist and tries to swing it towards Karamaf. However, Karamaf's attack was several times faster. Gessen was a knight, but not a knight with a swift sword. A knight who writes martial arts in a family centered on perfection.

Karamaf was a knight several times more powerful than Gessen, though the weaker were able to play like invincible on the battlefield.

Gessen was decapitated before he even pulled his weapon.

The torch flashes black and splatters blood. Gessen's men behind him were too unrealistic to accept the situation.

“Gaaaaaah!”

It was Mrs. Acts' screams that brought them back to life. Mrs. Acts' screams ripped the silent silence of the night and resounded everywhere.

Karamaf covered his face with a cotton mask and said,

“Send a signal. ”

As the horse falls, Karamaf's mercenaries, who are waiting behind the door, rush out and blow the trumpet. The sound of the trumpet after the screaming sounds strange and ominous.

“How dare you!! ”

One of Gessen's minions rushes in furious. He stabbed Karamaf with his spear. Karamaf dodges and cuts off the opposing Pokémon's leg. The sword itself is a fine sword, and when it overlaps with Karamaf's sword, the armor is torn as it is.

With the sound of ‘thump’, his servant fell down. The servant quickly rolls over to get into position based on the pain in his legs. It looked like a skilled warrior.

But that didn't save his life. Karamaf approaches, and his servant stabs the spear in haste. Karamaf didn't even avoid it this time. The spear is clogged in vain with a dull sound.

When I met the armor I'd only heard rumors about, my servant's face turned desperate.

“Crazy Dwarves...! ”

You are unable to penetrate the dwarves' body armor in the usual way. The user lays the opposing Pokémon down and pierces their joints or clefts in the armor with a sharp instrument.

But how are you going to do that against Karamaf?

“Search it!”

Stab to the face. Karamaf closes the streets in one swoop, pulling the spear aside with his bare hands and slicing the target's throat with his other hand. The critically wounded servant grips his neck and collapses.

“Surrender! Surrender! ”

“Help me!”

The rest of your men surrender bravely, realizing they can't fight Karamaf. However, Karamaf swings his sword without blinking an eye.

“Wait...”

Once, twice. Karamaf slaughtered Gessen's men with a sheep butcher move. The mercenaries behind you were watching with half-amazed and terrified eyes.

“House Ates resisted arrest and attacked me. Subdue them.”

“Yes!”

Even before Lord Gezen was arrested, the mercenaries who knew why they were here didn't blink. The prophet who came as a servant of Karamaf calmly draws his weapon. I didn't know what was going on, but as a acolyte, I only follow what the knight tells me.

“Surround them. Don't spare those involved in the family. ”

The bastards of House Ates, who are still awake, are probably confused because they don't know what's going on inside the Mausoleum. The mercenaries brought by Karamaf take out their weapons and surround the Monastery. It was to prevent fugitives who might not know.

Karamaf is here for one reason only. To wipe out the Eights and warn the disloyal nobles.

And the Ates are guilty of one thing. It was a decent family.

It was weak enough to be trampled on, and after being trampled, there was no other noble family to reason with, and I frowned and laughed at all the nobles who go on such topics.

The sacrificial lamb was the best.

“What the... god is looking at you! Lord Karamaf! What are you doing!? ”

Mrs. Acts, who was bleeding, screamed. Karamaf looks at the mercenary instead of answering. The mercenary picks up the bolt and shoots it as it is. Mrs. Aces collapsed with a ‘huff’.

“Make sure you kill him. ”

“Yes.”

The mercenary breathed Mrs. Ates, tasting her appetite again. He had a crush on his face, so he would have been greedy, but if he had done something like that now that he hated Karamaf, his real neck would have been blown away.

“Servants are running away. ”

“I'll go. Keep your eyes peeled for the Eights. If I miss one, I won't forgive you. ”

Karamaf turns around and walks towards the cabin where his servants stay. Stronger servants will run better than the rest of the Eights. Better to stop them.

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