How to live as a wanderer

“I see. What did the lords say? ”

“You interrogated them and then decided. ”

“Got it. Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can." ”

Suetlq looks at it. It was never easy dealing with knights with dozens of mercenaries around the woods or anything like that.

The White Guard commander summoned the respective mercenary commanders as he shouted. They had to hurry up, as long as the knights were there first.

Honestly, the knights aren't stupid, and they'll do just fine on their own, but...

If they were late, what would they hear?

“It'll be easier for the Knights to wipe them out. ”

“I'm afraid that's what you sound like. Are you still not ready? ”

“They say it's done. ”

The deputy commander reports that the White Guard has nodded.

The punitive plan was simple.

Sweep the nearby forest campgrounds one by one and kill mercenaries and bandits as soon as you see them.

It was a simple but effective technique. Since there were more numbers here and the quality of the troops was good, there was no need to use a bothersome method.

These bandits are holding out thanks to the vast forest. Destroy all the supplies and camp, and the mercenaries are finished. The mercenaries who gathered at the crossroads would retreat and regroup. It's just a scattered horn.

“Do you think they'll run, or do you think they'll fight back? ”

“Wouldn't you fight back for once? I'm not just gonna break up with you after doing that. ”

After he betrayed the city with the mercenaries, the mercenary commander had to pay the price. Otherwise, the furious mercenaries will hang.

“Are you okay with that? ”

“Wine? Delicious wine is a medicine. ”

In John's words, Suetlg looks absurd. Elven Knights and John drank like crazy. When John drank well, the Elven Knights followed me even more to see if I was excited.

‘They really are knights. ’

Suetlq pours cold water down his throat. John said, preparing for march.

“What conditions are needed to see the future? ”

“Why? You're asking me to take over the future, too? ”

“Haha. What can I do?" I just wanted to see if I could avoid the future of harm if I was around Suttleg. ”

“We need a few conditions to see the future. When the water wants to tell me the future, when my life is in grave danger, and most of all, when I have not had too much to drink the day before. ”

“Sounds reasonable.”

“Suddenly, why did you talk about the future? I wouldn't have taken it out without a reason. ”

“Those mercenaries who betrayed the city and turned into bandits couldn't have done it without thinking. I thought he was up to something. ”

“Don't underestimate these... mercenaries. Like I said, they're like beasts. Eat when you're hungry and drink when you're thirsty. They steal when they run out of money. You didn't have enough money in advance, so you thought you'd get more out of it. The Imperial side is uneasy, so there's nothing Marcel can do about it. ”

If you block the road to the city, you will have no choice but to negotiate through the city. It will be several times more profitable than hiring mercenaries.

If the oak mercenaries and bandits were mistaken, Marcel's vassal was not so decent.

“The mercenaries are mistaken. The Praetor here is not good enough to pull off that kind of stunt. ”

“Hmm.”

I thought you'd negotiate if you blocked the way, but the choice of the Praetor to hire a punitive force twice as many was clearly a threat.

However, John was strangely distressed.

Maybe they have an idea, too?

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The camp on fire was miserable. The mercenaries who could not escape were slaughtered. The unfortunate merchants, ledgers and courtesans who came to the camp to make some money were also killed together.

The knights say, "Glory! One third of the mercenaries in the camp panicked and abandoned their weapons, and one third surrendered. I surrender ’, and a third tried to grab the weapon in order to fight.

The Elven Knights wiped out those mercenaries equally. If the opponent wasn't a nobleman, there was no reason to surrender.

“Poetry, poetry, poetry...”

A servant aims a knife at the neck of a surviving mercenary.

“You're not the only one. Where are the others? ”

“Well, you know, in the camp on the east side of the creek... I'm waiting to see if there are any crossing the road...”

Before the horse ends, the servant slits his dagger and chokes the mercenary. I've done it many times following the article. A servant or slave carrying a knight had no choice but to become a skilled soldier.

“You got it?”

“Yes, it looks like the East Creek is waiting for you at the camp. ”

“I wonder if those bugs are bothered everywhere. ”

One of the knights frowns.

“Horses look a little tired. Let's switch. We need to attack before they hear this commotion and escape. ”

About thirty of your party are unharmed. No matter how many mercenaries were ambushed, it was a big difference.

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John kicks his tongue in the face of the camp after smashing it into pieces. I can't believe those guys were so friendly to John, the same knight.

Besides, it looks like you've already made progress looking for your next target.

“Sir Johann. Would you be so kind as to assist the knights with the members of the Knights' Council? ”

The White Captain finally changed his mind as the knights continued to leave without waiting. I'd rather send a few quick feet to back you up. I thought it would be bothersome if it wasn't so colorful.

John nods to see if it's a good time. You participated in the subjugation under the banner of the council, so you'd better stand up when you have a chance to raise the ball, even if it doesn't go crazy like the Elven Knights.

“I'll do that. ”

John decides to leave Gordon with the group. It didn't seem dangerous enough to take one more. Gordon looks intricate, wondering if he should be happy to be safe or worried about being sold as a mule.

“Then, Mr. Suetlg. Please take good care of it.”

“Please don't. Dwarves fight. Be careful. ”

The monks of Saint Igna and the Knights wore iron shields and baggage on their backs, and even though they had weapons in their hands, they were not slower than John riding a horse. They were much more elite than mercenaries.

The commander leading them is a monk, Balien.

She was well trained, tall enough to reach under John's nose, and well contoured over a generous monk's robe. By comparison, his face was quite heterogeneous during the time he was wearing silver hair.

The first thing she said after her greeting was:

“Sir Johann. What do you think of God? ”

“...... ”

John was embarrassed by the unexpected words.

The churches of the world were similar to the churches of the earth, but not exactly the same. Balver learned quite a bit from the scribes, but not enough to talk about theology.

“I don't think it's something I dare to talk about. ”

“You're being modest. ”

“? ”

It was a expressionless Valien, but I felt satisfied with John's answer. John was slightly embarrassed. Did you get the right answer?

“The Knights from the Batok family have sinned. Eating is the act of polluting the soul even when the tongue is pleasant. This will soon lead to arrogance. ”

John, who enjoyed eating and drinking with the Elven Knights, is stabbed slightly. John quickly turned the subject around.

“In that regard, monks live truly devout lives. I've admired you for a long time.”

“Do you want to come to the convent? ”

“That's a little...”

Valien nods. It meant there was nothing I could do about it.

John, who didn't want to talk about theology and modesty all the way along, asked the question again.

“I heard that the members of the Saint Igna Knights Festival have captured Trolls before. I want to hear how you caught it. ”

“Sir Johann. I don't want you to talk about Trolls. ”

“? ”

“Trolls appear when they talk. ”

‘I'm confused whether this is superstition or not. ’

In a magical world, superstition was completely ignored. John decided to keep his mouth shut for talking about the Trolls.

Instead, John asked how the monks were, how their daily lives were, and if there was any discomfort.

Those questions made the monks look strange.

Obviously John was different from the other knights. Once it was a question that I would never ask if I were a knight. The question that most knights ask is, "Did you hear what I did last time?" Isn't my new sword beautiful? Do you know how much God loves me? ’It was enough.

The monks answered kindly.

“There is a sword coming down from within the Knights' Festival. The rest of the time, I train and wrestle with swords. ”

There were times when retired knights entered the monastery, so the knights' swordsmanship was never weak. Spend less time reading and memorizing scriptures and pouring them into swords.

Some of those skills were vision techniques that did not leak externally. Just like Johann learned from Kaegal. John suddenly became interested.

How do these paladins fight?

At that moment, you hear a sudden hoofbeating from a distance. It was almost at full speed. John and the monks immediately stopped and took hold of the weapon.

“Help me!”

“! ”

It was the servant who carried the Elven Knight who came out through the bush. He hangs on a horse with his face half frozen. I was greatly beaten by everyone.

“What's going on? ”

“Sir! My master was attacked by Trolls! ”

“...... ”

No, no, no.

John stares at Balien for a moment. Luckily, Valien didn't think it was John's fault.

“Help me!”

“I understand. Go and ask for help as you see fit. I will go and help them. ”

“Thank you…! ”

After informing the servant of the location and situation in detail, John looked at Valien. I didn't have to save my words as long as the Trolls were already out. I had to ask people who had hunted before.

“Trolls are faster than horses, are they slower? ”

“Slower than a horse... Ser! Stop!”

When John tried to drive the horse away, Valien was embarrassed and cried out. Hunting Trolls wasn't just like hunting wild animals. His hide was tougher and his renewal was more resilient, requiring a lot of preparation.

“Why?”

“We need to be prepared to catch the Trolls. Please wait for us to prepare. ”

One of his weaknesses is fire. It didn't just need fire, it needed a fire that didn't go out well. John thought to himself, what Valien said.

I didn't mean to get too serious.

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