How to live as a wanderer

“You son of a bitch. Where's your friend? Where's your friend? ”

“I… don't know! I really don't know! Ugh...”

“Who knows if you don't know! ”

“We're in a fucking mess because of you and your friend. But your friend's not here? Then who are we supposed to release this anger to? Say it. Hey. Tell me.”

“P-please... I'm sorry! Help me!”

“I know you did wrong! Don't say anything that Goblins can say. Say something useful. Something to calm our anger! ”

“I... really don't know...”

“You stole a horse and didn't tell me what to do next? Son of a bitch. You're shitting me. Make this son of a bitch look good. ”

“Are you going to use that? He's worse off than this guy. Why don't you write to him? ”

“Whatever."

There are people who hate the same scum even more. The arrow returns to Pra. Prague, who was feeding the villagers earlier, was so bored that his arms and legs were falling off.

“Hey, did you hear that? Don't tell me you haven't heard. If I didn't hear you, I'd kick your ass. ”

“Guys, I heard! I heard!”

“Yes, you probably don't remember, so we'll make your head look good. ”

“What the...”

Pra trembles as the mercenaries hold his hand. No, no, no, no.

Wood Duck!

“Shhhhh!”

“Is your head better? Is your head better? ”

“Stop... stop! You bastards! Stop it! ”

“Ooh. Looks like your liver's gotten bigger instead of your head. ”

“Ugh… please! Please!!"

“Here we go again. Let's see if your head's feeling better. ”

“City! I said I was going to town! ”

“What city? ”

“I don't fucking know! I've never been. How do you know? That son of a bitch asked me to do it, why the fuck did he tell me to do it? Heave-ho!”

Prague points at Bullhorn and shouts, and everyone's head turns around. The mercenaries' mouths bear a cruel smile.

“Oops... did you say yes? ”

“Oh, no! Absolutely not!”

“Does that mean one of you is lying? ”

As the mercenaries look back at Pra, Pra desperately shouts again.

“Ask the villagers! That son of a bitch is in charge! ”

“Oh-ho.”

The mercenaries have already captured the feeling. You can see that Bullhorn looks older. Who would take command in a rural village like this?

“Hey, you bastard. Looks like a very crafty Orc. You almost fooled us, too? Did he just do that? ”

“That's great, huh? ”

“Ah, ah, ah, no...”

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The mercenaries wash their hands with water in a wooden barrel.

“I think that guy and Gumson got eye contact. I'll take my share and go to the city. This is it. ”

There was a time when all mercenaries were like Bullhorn or Pra. That's how I knew exactly what they were doing.

Living in rural villages as a joke was too harsh for blood-boiling young people. It was no surprise that the mercenaries who came to town fled to the city.

If there's a difference, just run barefoot or take something and run.

“Is it because of that stupid half-wit...”

You've just joined a new mercenary position or called the villagers who came up to be mercenaries. It was a mockery that he could not receive a single coin properly.

Of course, the inability to do so did not guarantee that the loss would not be that bad.

“I was hoping for a hideout near the village, or a connection to another village nearby, I guess. Commander.”

If I had, I could have found him and captured him. However, it was impossible to find those who wanted to run away from the beginning.

Where do I find them on this vast continent?

“No. I might find it surprisingly. ”

“Mr. Khan. Is that true?”

“How? ”

“If you're lucky, of course... think about it. Where do you think he's going? Should I run to a town I don't know about? ”

“I don't think so. Perhaps you'd like to go to the city? ”

In a small town, it was difficult for a wanderer to settle down. Especially if you're a suspicious mercenary with no talent.

The city, by contrast, is where all sorts of people come in.

“Yes. We're going to the city. What city do you want to go to? ”

“That's the only way we can find out, isn't it? Just any city. Wait, he didn't have any connections, did he? No way?"

“I think we're more likely to go back to the city of Marcel that we passed. ”

Gamson was a rookie mercenary who was mistaken for a penny. A hillbilly who ran away with his money from the town and came up to the city.

It was fortunate that he was able to enter the mercenary army when he wandered around with nothing. If Goran, the mercenary commander, hadn't suddenly fallen out of service, he wouldn't have put a guy like Gamson in there.

What if he steals a horse all of a sudden? I had to be able to sell the goods. When a suspicious-looking mercenary comes to sell his horse, the merchant, of course, hits the price.

If you want to sell it for a price, you have to have connections or credentials.

Gamson was neither.

“Many shops and merchants are connected by the Quettana Council in Marcel City. I think I learned my face on the way there, so I'm more likely to try to sell it as an excuse. ”

“...! ”

As they passed Marcel, they became familiar with each other as mercenaries escorting Eldans. From the point of view of Gamson, wouldn't you be able to sell a horse for a good price if you gave him the right excuse? ’I would want to.

“No, how stupid could he be? ”

“I think it's possible. He has no idea how powerful the council is. He couldn't steal what he was trying to steal, and his friends got caught. Horses seem particularly noticeable in situations where the pursuers might be chasing them. Wouldn't you like to sell it for an hour? Marcel will be attracted to a city he doesn't even know about. ”

Moreover, the group seems to be a little slow. If Gamson is unloaded, he can relax and escape.

But, um...

“The city's merchants aren't that bad, are they? ”

“That's right."

The city's merchants were not idiots. Even the mercenary escorting the merchant tried to come back and sell the horse by himself, but he wouldn't believe it.

You're gonna pretend like you can't win if you sell it cheap, no matter how skeptical?

It was a hick fantasy. Doing that is just like being a wandering drug dealer. The merchants in the city did not sell each other for a few coins.

Business in a city is complicated by the rules of a city.

And Gamson probably doesn't know this. If you don't know this...

There will be contact between the council and the mercenaries, and Gamson will be caught between the "uh, uh"!

“Funny.”

“! ”

Everyone was surprised when John who was listening next to him opened his mouth.

“So if we keep going to Marcel City, we can catch him? ”

“Gee, Knight. It means he can do it anywhere, if he runs away to another city...”

“Then there's nothing I can do. ”

John replied lightly.

“I wish I could, but if I can't, I can't. Looks like you guys were fooled by him, too. Rest assured, I have no intention of asking any other questions. ”

“...! ”

“Thank you, Sense! ”

John's words make the mercenaries weep. How generous of me. I felt it the other day, but this article was really generous. It was contrary to the fierce appearance shown in the battle.

“I'll get my reward in this town anyway. ”

John casts his gaze out the window. You can see Chief Atanca walking with a nervous face.

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Chief, this is...

Yeah. The knight who got beat up and ran away the other day.

Compared to John, calling him a knight was a ridiculous, self-proclaimed, dirty mercenary, but the equipment itself was decent.

Uh, didn't you say you gave it to the caretaker?

You want to get your ass kicked?

I'm sorry.

The vigilante shuts up after Atanka's temper. Unlike Atanka, the vigilante lacks notice.

I was going to turn it into a silver coin when I saw the opportunity...

In a village like this, selling armor was also a job. I couldn't sell it without the right opponent. Besides, Atanka had to secretly sell it to the villagers.

But who knew that trouble would save Atanka's neck like this?

The vigilante cautiously asks, as he picks up the mercenary's armor and weapons with a rattling sound.

Are you sure you want to do this?

What do you mean?

Even though you look worse than the knight's equipment...

John was born a nobleman from his accent and attitude. Plus, when I sat on a tall, good-looking horse and wrapped myself in armor and a coat, my liver cooled down.

By contrast, the equipment here only seemed to be intact. The outfit that was worn across the circus seemed to be made of a hundred-piece piece piece of cloth, and the armor seemed very uncomfortable to wear, whether it was pressed against the fabric armor.

... Who said anything about offering it? Look at the weapon.A knight carries multiple weapons. These weapons come at a fair price.

Yeah, I see.

And I'm gonna put another one on it. Don't worry.

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“Greetings Knight. ”

“I can't say goodbye. Luzbek steals your guests' property and steals your horses? ”

“I apologize again for that. ”

Atanka bows his head without changing a single face. It seemed like he had already made up his mind before coming.

“As the chief, I should have taken good care of the young, but I'm sorry to disappoint the knight so badly. ”

Atanka lowers his posture and bows without excuse. John thought to himself in his appearance.

‘It would be very unfair for me to find out that my family is lost. ’

John's powerlessness is also powerless when the opponent comes out politely, but because of his identity. The chief acted like a king in the town.He was no less than a nobleman.

Perhaps Atanka is more afraid of his family than of John's power.

“Of course, I don't mean to be blunt. I'll pay you back for stealing the knight's words. ”

“How?”

“I'll punish them both first. If you don't want to punish that punk, we can...”

“No, I don't need it. I'll take him myself and punish him. ”

Those two went in for what the town had to pay. Whether to sell him as a slave or blow his head off, it was John's decision.

Atanka felt sorry for himself. If John had asked me to punish him myself, I could have smuggled him away.

“It's natural to punish someone who has sinned. You're not gonna pay for that? ”

“No. It's a great sin to steal the knight's words! We can't repay them by punishing them both. ”

Horses were expensive, and the knights' horses were even more expensive. With a good bloodline, I must train horses from childhood. It was different from what the merchants were riding on.

‘Hm. Was my word that expensive? ’

John didn't really know what he was talking about. Because the half-brothers secretly got it from somewhere. I brought you a nice saddle and some horseshoes to take good care of you.

“Even if we were to collect silver coins, you wouldn't fill the castle. ”

I started to feel suspicious. If you really want to repay the knight, the price won't be a joke. With a town like this, you'll have to collect the silver coins you hid.

Of course, it was a town matter, and John was planning on getting a proper reward.

“God said that life must be repaid with life. It may not be as useful as you say, but I have a slave ready to help. ”

“...? ”

Slavery!

Slavery was common on the continent. Some of the servants in John's territory were also slaves bought by Lord Gessen.

Even the church that believed in the one and only God did not blame slavery. Sinners, those who lost the war, those who were unluckily captured, etc. were sold into slavery.

These sold slaves have been active in a variety of fields. Those who are not talented do the dirty work, but those who are talented are treated accordingly.

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