How to live as a wanderer

The state of tying yourself to a lie that you told.

Gamson shudders and stalls. But when I think about it, I am increasingly interested in the plan.

The mercenaries were in a bad mood anyway.

Gamson didn't know it, but Goran's plan was to punish him as soon as he returned to the city. The mercenaries were not strong enough to let the arrogant climb.

Though he didn't expect to be punished, Gamson was aware that the mood was roughly bad. You fought the Khan while he was being treated as a child.

I thought it might be better to take my share and run.

‘That sword looked good, though. You fought so well. If he's a knight there, he'll make a fortune. ’

If you steal everything you can and run away, how will that wandering knight come after you? The Yates weren't even from around here.

The villagers have already made plans while Gamson remains silent.

“Simply pack your things, and then you can steal the knight's sword and run. ”

“Wait, what if I get mad at my family? What if they do?”

“I can't be angry with the vigilantes. At best, they'll insult us and hold us accountable. What's he gonna do? I should get on a horse because I might catch up with him. ”

“The knight had a horse. Let's steal that, too. ”

“Fine! I'll help you. ”

The thoughtful Gamson made his decision. The other young men cheered.

“That knight's gonna be worth a fortune. You have to steal that, too.Who's the lightest one here? ”

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The plan was simple.

As the sun sets, Bullhorn, the lightest and most skillful, pretends to be close to his friend, enters the inn and heads to the knight's room. Then open the door and bring out everything you can, including the sword.

Then join the others waiting outside the stable and get out of town. The other two, Fel and Pra, were confident as to where they had one horse.

“We have two horses, so we'll just have to ride them out in pairs. Let's go to the city, sell it out, then split it. ”

“Gamson is our commander. Gamson, I believe you. ”

“Hahaha. Trust me. The mercenary business is not great, but I will teach you very well. ”

Gamson smiled and said. I could go to the city and throw these three guys away if I had the chance.

"But isn't this guy annoying? ’

‘Hang on. We're taking him to the city. ’

The spinning bullhorn blinks the other two. He had no experience, but he was a well-rounded bullhorn. It was dangerous for those who didn't know the way or have never been to the city to head to the top. I needed a guide, even though Gamson was bad at it.

“Hold on. I'm going in. ”

“Careful. If the knight wakes up, he could get fucked. ”

“Okay, okay. ”

When I tried to answer him dry, Gamson grabbed his arm.

“Answer correctly. Son of a bitch. Wake the knight and we're in danger. ”

“I get it? And don't be such a pussy. ”

“What? ”

“This is our town. If he wakes up, he won't be able to act rashly. ”

The village youths were thinking of a wandering mercenary who used to be a self-proclaimed knight. This was their village, and even if they had an accident, the outsiders couldn't take it lightly. Because power was law in this world.

He didn't know anything and was an experienced kid, but he saw a much wider world. The villagers' thoughts seem a little out of place.

You don't think a knight can be careless?

I didn't know what I was thinking, but if the opponent is from noble territory, the villagers in this town will stop caring and kill them. There was no nobleman who would stand by while the joker climbed up.

Vigilantes?

What's the matter with the vigilantes.If the town has any ideas, the nobles will get angry and go to their knees first. If you attack the nobles with more numbers, the whole town could disappear.

Earl Zarpeck, the owner of this town?

When the erl hears of this, he will be enraged and blood will stain this town. It makes no sense that it was his town, but apart from that, jokers were fighting over noble goods. It was an insult to the nobles.

But these are their own villages, making silly noises about how the knights won't behave.

Do you think knights are the same class as mercenaries? ’

“Here you go, Captain Gamson. He's doing it because he's confident. I'm really sick of it. ”

“... so be really careful. ”

Gamson had his appetite. He never imagined that a mercenary like Khan would feel the same way about him now.

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John opens his eyes.

The bullhorn reached for the door just before he waited.

Wild instincts!

It instinctively foretold the danger.

What the hell?

John tried to understand the situation. Something happened to the sinister senses, but we didn't know exactly what was going on.

Dalkadak

Someone pokes a thin hook through the crack in the door and tries to push the latch away. The door of the inn was so awkward.

- Are you an assassin? Because of guys like me? He couldn't have found out that he killed Karamaf. ’

John was nervous as he quickly thought back into his mind. Whoever comes in will be subdued the moment they come in.

Dallac

The latch snaps and the door opens. Someone creeps into the darkness. And John jumped in.

“!!! ”

The opponent didn't scream because John held his head in his place. His face turns blue as he suffocates. It felt like my whole body was breaking.

Bang!

John quickly lowers the bullhorn to the ground and straightens him out. Then he raises his arm. I can feel his joints screaming.

“Answer me if you don't want to die. ”

“Huff-puff... Huff-puff... Breath, breath... you son of a bitch...”

“Who are you? ”

John is relieved. Seeing the opponent, he is not an assassin. I couldn't have been so blunt. But I wasn't careless. Kaegal will be amazed if he's careless about his opponent.

“Answer me.”

John lets out a cursing speech while his opponent sighs. He gives his arm strength. He speaks, bending in agony as if his arms were torn apart.

“W-well, the mill house called... Boolean! ”

“What are you here for? ”

“W-what's the point... I just got the fucking room wrong! You're gonna be okay! ”

John pulls out the opposing team's shoulder joint. The first pain I ever experienced screamed. John shoves a dirty cloth in his mouth to keep the screams of Bullhorn from leaking out.

“I understand that you underestimate me. The man who mistook the room had a tool to pry the latch. Now I'm gonna break your fingers one by one. You'd better answer while you break all ten. Because if you don't, I'm gonna break your neck. ”

“Ugh!”

Duck

John broke a finger without waiting for an answer. Then the cloth was removed. Where did the arrogant posture go first, and the bullhorn was crying with tears and snot.

“Answer me, if you don't want to die. ”

“Hehe. Help me... If you kill me, my house won't stand still." My house runs a mill. ”

“Is your father an Earl? Are you a bastard? ”

“What the...”

“No, I suppose not. You should tell your villagers that you're the owner of the mill. You haven't tasted it yet. ”

John tucks the cloth back in and breaks another finger. And one more thing.

The facilities in the village, such as mills, mills, forges, and inns, were in the village, but were often owned by the lord. In other words, the villagers had to pay the Lord a separate fee for each of these facilities.

The owners of these facilities, of course, were appointed with the Lord's permission, and the villagers feared them without hesitation.

No matter how trivial the job is, it is great that the Lord is on the line.

However, John was not deceived.

In fact, the owners of such facilities have never met a nobleman in their entire lives.

The secretary under the Earl, the caretaker under the secretary. The caretaker was the limit that only the peasants could see for the rest of their lives. The manager was at most a terminal official coming to collect taxes on the territory, but when the manager arrived, he came trembling from the village chief to the keepers. I trembled in front of the miller or miller who was shouting in the village.

Of course, he was originally a modern man, and here John, who was born as a noble, could not be afraid of such threats. If the caretaker came, it was clear whose side he was on.

Even though it was his town and he was joking, he was not the same person as the nobles. John, in comparison, is the same nobleman.

“Now, have you thought about telling me? ”

“Ugh… yes… yes! The sword, to steal it...”

“The sword?”

“That sword, it looks expensive...”

‘How?! ’

John is appalled. It may be an expensive sword, but I've never drawn one in town. That means...

“How did you find out?! ”

“Well, the mercenary encouraged it! Guy named Gamson!”

“! ”

Johann realizes that the situation is twisted. I thought he was a cowardly thief who came in alone, but the story is different if you have company. John raises his bullhorn with one hand and jumps down the door.

“What, what? ”

The slumbering innkeeper gives a confused voice. Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the old knight came down with him. Apparently, Bourne is insane. I was in tears.

“What happened...”

“Did you help? ”

“No!”

The innkeeper quickly replied after John asked a fierce question. I only noticed the increase in living in the town as an innkeeper. In John's lively question, the innkeeper realized that if he got the answer wrong now, he could really die.

John's lively eyes, even in the dark. The innkeeper realizes his trousers are slightly wet.

What the hell are you doing? ’

The innkeeper looks at Bullhorn. I had no idea what the hell was going on.

“I believe you. Turn on the light and give me the torch! ”

“Yes… yes! ”

John's kind gesture was that the lion wore a sheep's clothing for a moment. The innkeeper felt it was a mess. The knights were essentially predators for slaughter.

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