How to live as a wanderer

One of the servants speaks in a dazzled voice. The paladins didn't immediately understand it.

What do you mean, you got him?

Looking ahead, I saw an unbelievable sight. John, full of blood, is looking this way, holding the troll's neck in one hand.

“...... ”

“God has taught my hands to fight and my fingers to teach...”

One of the monks inadvertently memorized the Scripture, and Balien reached out and dried it. It was time to confirm it, not pray.

I couldn't believe it, but if she saw it right...

The knight slashes the Troll's arm and slashes its throat. No, not exactly a severed arm. The contour was strange for the cut.

You ripped it out? ’

What kind of troll does that make sense unless he's been grabbed by a pulley after fixing it?

The monks are confused, too, and the servant opens his mouth while they only exchange their eyes.

“We must contain his blood! My Lord!"

“Er… ugh. Y-you do that. ”

The knights were not meant to do such things themselves, and the monks were not in a hurry to do so. It was also the servants who actively took part in making this kind of money.

Troll Blood is an alchemical ingredient with magical effects and is popular among nobles. Given the difficulty of catching it, it should be considered a price to call.

And more importantly, his hide. It was natural to use fire to catch Trolls once, so most hides were often burned. But this time, a fairly healthy hide remains.

“Hurry up and move! You bastard, run! I need that blood! This blood is worth more than your price! ”

A servant steps out to receive blood, scouring the slaves. You pour the water in your leather pouch onto the ground and place a pouch on the cowardly Troll's body.

“It's not going to work out that way. You'll need to pick him up and put him somewhere else so it's easier to draw blood. ”

The paladins with experience in troll hunting have opened their mouths. The servant is embarrassed and asks.

“How do I stop it? ”

“... Usually I lean against the support pole, but in this case...”

John washed the blood with water and stood up. Then he grabbed the troll's ankle and carried it on his back.

“Sir, it's not your job! ”

“Enough. It's better than a few whimpering. Where can I put it? ”

“This, right here on the rocks...”

The monks looked in awe at John, doing what the servants did best. Even though I just hunted a Troll, I couldn't be prouder than the ideal monk.

Glory to God alone!

‘Tired and sticky. ’

The Troll's blood is disgusting and sticky. No matter how valuable it was, I didn't want to get hit myself. John looks at the monks as if they were surprised at the torch.

“Is this Saint Aeenna's fire? ”

“Yes, be careful not to touch it. The fire doesn't go out very well. ”

John looks at the fire as if it were strange. It certainly felt different than usual. With a fire like this, you should be comfortable catching Trolls.

‘... I should have just waited and caught it. ’

“Sir Johann. Lord Johann.”

“? ”

I was trying to make some torches, but the Elven Knights called me from behind. John walked away with an unflattering look.

Leon Duore, an elf knight beaten to death by a Troll, is dying with a flimsy face.

“Sir, I don't think I'll live long. ”

“Hmm. Right. ”

John mixed the wine cup next to him with a little water of blessing from Suetlg. If it doesn't work, we need more swelling.

‘Oh, wait. Wouldn't it just be easier to win if you put the water of fury on the knife? ’

... John decided not to think. Leon Duoreh, who doesn't know what John is doing, frowns.

“I am not yet married, nor have I children, so I will share my sword, my soul and my joy...”

“Drink up. ”

John, who is annoyed by the encounter with these knights, pours a cup into his mouth. Leon coldly drank wine.

“Wine is good, but I have to tell you...”

“Breathe. Are you feeling better?”

I could tell without saying. León's complexion became more comfortable. León looks puzzled, unable to breathe.

“Thank Suetlq. You wouldn't be alive if he hadn't. ”

“...! ”

Leon and the other knights next to him looked impressed. I was grieving to see my fellow knight die, but this miracle!

Wow!

The other two Elven Knights embrace John and express their gratitude.

“Ser! I knew you were an honorable knight, but I had no idea you were such a kind and noble knight. Thanks again! ”

“I will make this known to the erl and spread your noble deeds! ”

‘If you tell Suttleg that you had to write it, I don't know if he'll fill it up again. ’

I've been treated like a gentleman by knights, and I think it would be nice to show a little kindness, but I used some water...

Seeing the effects of the water of life in front of my eyes, I couldn't help but get greedy.

“What are you doing, not praising Lord Johann! Don't you have eyes for looking at this? ”

The knight shouts, and the men he was listening to quickly notice and chant a hymn. It wasn't a bad feeling to hear a compliment, but the problem was that they had left in the middle of a struggle. John grudgingly said.

“I think we should get back to what we saw. Can you walk? ”

“Of course. As soon as I find my words again...”

The horses start coming back to the camp with a hissing sound. Behind him lies a great wolf. Karamaf drove the horses that had fled all around. John smiles.

“The name Karamaf to a genius like that. Don't you feel sorry for him?”

“You're despicable and dishonorable, but overwhelming. ”

“Well, that's true. ”

Karamaf was not a good image for the Elven Knights. After being transferred to the Empire, dishonorable matters tarnished his reputation.

Of course, the insult to Karamaf did no harm to John. It was good to try.

“...? ”

John realized something was wrong. Karamaf bit a man. The man is in a state of turmoil, but Karamaf is not letting go.

“Who did you bite? ”

At first, I thought I'd found one of the bandits and brought him in. But the clothes were too fine for the bandits. Soft faces and hands were not the ones who rolled in rough places.

“You can't let go of this, you wolf! ”

“What are you doing, man? ”

The knight's men draw their weapons and point them at the man, just in case they noticed something strange in John's words. Suddenly, the weapon enters his neck, and the man cries out in panic.

“I-I 'm just a traveler, sire! ”

“Where are you traveling from? ”

“Thu, I'm from Turingen, and Marcel has a relative over there...”

The Elven Knight next to me asked.

“Sir Johann. Do you mind if I ask? ”

“Sure."

Puck!

The Elven Knight draws his dagger and scoops out the traveler's hand. The traveler screams sharply.

“I'll tear your limbs to pieces if I find out you're lying." Tell me who your next of kin is in Marcel! ”

‘No, what if he doesn't? ’

The answer was "I don't care." The Elven Knights had a convenient mental structure that John could not dare replicate.

The traveler mentioned a few names, but he didn't listen to the Elf Knights. No, it was like asking questions from the start.

As the Elven Knight continued to twist his blade and interrogate, the traveler finally spewed out the truth in tears.

“I... I am the secretary of Baron Einven, Baron Einven! Baron Eiben has asked us to bring the Trolls and help the mercenaries here! ”

“!! ”

Both John and the Elven Knight were embarrassed by the sudden name.

“Was it because of you that the Trolls appeared in the camp? ”

The knight cried out in anger. This guy was the reason the Trolls showed up while clearing out the bandits.

John was surprised in a different way.

‘No, the Knights didn't just chase Trolls out! ’

I thought they were just chasing Trolls out of the woods when I heard them, but it turns out that the secretary did this on purpose.

I'm sorry I misunderstood the knights... but I didn't lose. The knights acted too stupid to apologize.

“Were Trolls controllable monsters? I've never heard of it. ”

“I've never heard of it. You're not usually the Wicked Wizard. ”

The knights continued to interrogate the secretary in shock.

The secretary burst into tears.

Baron Eiben said he came here to support the bandits, and that's why he learned how to use a Troll. If you spray the special elixir the Wizard gave you, the Trolls won't consider themselves enemies, so they can deal with him.

... and Baron Eiben himself brought in his own mercenaries.

“...!! ”

“How many? What have you brought?! ”

“Five Caucasians...”

“!! ”

The Elven Knights' faces have changed. I was expecting the punitive force to crush the bandits lightly, but the story changed if there were this many more troops.

Moreover, if the baron's mercenaries were to bring them in himself, they were clearly well-trained soldiers.

“What does Baron Einben mean when he comes, the famous Aquarius of the Emperor? The emperor bought it himself! ”

“Cursed brat, you don't even know this honor! How dare you do this! ”

The Knights of the Kingdom of Errance are furious. No matter how familiar Marcel was with half the Imperial faction nobles in the empire, this is a blatant trick.

Are you threatening the city by supporting bandits and mercenaries?

If they hadn't noticed, they would have destroyed the Punitive Force once again, ripped the gold out of the city, and then indulged in chivalry on their own turf.

John presses calmly while the knights are enraged by this dishonorable work.

“Come back soon. ”

“I'll do that. Sir."

“Why are you running around like crazy? ”

“I'm sorry. Sir."

“When the Trolls show up, you can just retreat and join the club and lose something. ”

“I don't want you to say anything to my friends because I made a mistake. Sir."

“We're all in this together. ”

John naturally persecuted the knights. The proud Elven Knights hold their heads down without even knowing it. If not in front of the Earl, it was an amazing sight.

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The battle between mercenaries was long before one side collapsed and fled. Even after a few hours of hitting and receiving, Suetlq felt a stiffness as his enemies endured.

You still see the target surrounded by numbers pushing this way. I could feel the enemy getting scared.

“In the name of Sex Oxo! Charge!”

“Bulls! Tear off your enemies! ”

“!??! ”

So, when hundreds of lieutenants suddenly appeared from the side, no matter how embarrassed Suetlg was.

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