How to live as a wanderer

Trolls are rarely caught on fire around here. There was an image of a troll being dull, but he was a swift and cunning monster. When I saw the fire, I tried to avoid or extinguish it like a ghost.

A special vision or skill was needed to avoid such inhibitions and to strike properly with fire.

“... No. Well, I mean...”

“What? Tell me how you caught it. Don't worry about it. Knight. We are not fools to insult you for not being fairly one-on-one. ”

At Aklada's words, the other warriors nod, smiling. But they had no idea what John was going to say.

‘I feel like I'm lying even though I'm not lying. ’

John explained what had happened as persuasively as possible. At first, the warriors who heard it with an interesting look started to look even stranger.

You ripped out a Troll's arm and cut off its neck?

“Is that a person? ”

“Maybe that knight was born with the soul of an ogre written on it. I need to talk to our tribe shaman. ”

“Hey, he's a good-looking knight, but he's doing something crazy you can't even imagine...? Even the craziest Tribe Hunters don't hunt Trolls like that. ”

“... if you want to make it sound that loud, why don't you say it in Eastern? ”

John said with a shaky expression. As far as I can tell, these barbarians...

“Oops. Knight. I'm sorry."

“I'm not saying you're an ogre. ”

“Actually, an ogre is a compliment. ”

“ ■ ■ ■ ■. ”

“Euclia. That's a little... misunderstood by the Imperial people, don't you think? ”

“... by the way, Knight! We'll poison it. ”

Aklada said, puzzled. Even though they were brave Eastern warriors, John's method was useless.

“I wasn't going to ask you to do it my way. You asked and you answered. ”

“Wait. You said you caught a werewolf the other day. How did you catch it then? ”

“I caught one with an arrow and two with...”

“What about you two?”

“... fought and captured. ”

The warriors looked at John with a ‘likewise’ expression. This time they were chatting in Eastern languages. Even with John's brief knowledge of Eastern languages, I heard a voice saying, 'I will not have enough lives.'

“But the arrow doesn't work well on monsters, does it? ”

Among the people, there were those who saw and dodged or struck arrows, especially monsters.

“The archery of the Centauri is rather special. ”

The other warriors answered instead. Aklada shows John the bow and arrow with a proud look. Shorter arrows than the others, and the ones that shoot them.

“Knight, do you know how to use this? ”

“... Do you put arrows in the bush and just blow them away? ”

“Huh?"

Aklada is bewildered. This archery, called Solenarion, is an archery that descends among the Centauri.

As a traditional archery going up until the time of the Ancient Empire, the enemies of the Centauri feared this as a ‘silent blade’.

But John knew what this was.

It's a transformation, right?

Archery that reduces the size of arrows to increase range and speed. It was clear that he was shooting small arrows at the tufts.

Aklada was surprised when John was found out right away. I've never seen anyone recognize anyone from the Empire...

“Do you know how to write? ”

“No, that's not it. ”

“You're talented, I see. Why don't you take a look? ”

“ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■. ”

“... you're not good with bows. ”

“ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■! ”

“No, is it my fault that you chose a spear over a bow? Keep talking and I'll tell you exactly what you're talking about. Anyway, Knight, we've been hunting werewolves with these. ”

Aclada and the rest of the warriors were overconfident, so they didn't hunt once or twice.

However, if an arrow that is much smaller than the other one flies as fast as a shot, it won't be easy to react.

“I know how to hunt, but don't you have to find out where they are first? ”

“Knight. Do you know what Centauri means in the Ancient Empire? ”

“A natural hunter? ”

“... No. Why do you know everything I'm about to say? ”

Aklada said with a slight look on her face.

“There are hunters from our tribe. Knight. I told you to find a pack of werewolves, so they should be on their trail by now. Let's go to a nearby neighborhood and relax and leave as soon as we hear anything. ”

“Well, I see. ”

There was no such thing as the trial of a knight who wandered silently and sought glory by himself, as the Duke said. The Duke himself wouldn't believe it.

The warriors of the nomadic tribes were warriors, and the knights of the empire used their means and methods as knights.

Only the crowd cheers without knowing it.

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Aklada's prediction was correct. Most of the warriors allied with the Knights of the Empire were engaged.

No! There should be Trolls here. He must have moved to hibernate for the winter.

Find the others!

That's a white rabbit. A sacred crossroad.The Duke will be greatly impressed if you take that.

Are you kidding me? If you don't want to die...

You get a lot of money, but the tribal warriors didn't intend to make the right deal in the first place. For them, the Imperial Knight was an easy favor to take off.

A member of a tribe of some size if you're a warrior enough to be knighted by the Duke.

As soon as they get out of the way, they call out the tribal warriors and threaten them back.

What if you don't want to die? What if you don't want to die? Imperial bumpkin. Tell me again, will you strip off your scalp and decorate it?

......

Quite a few knights have fallen for the warm treatment of the nomadic tribes.

But not all the knights passed away.

Is this guy still talking about knights? ’

The warrior thought to himself, He was a warrior with the Peteo family, paid for by Boriska. Of course, he did not intend to keep his promise.

But Lord Boriska is very...

“You're late.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Sir, it took me longer to get back from the human eye. ”

Boriska was stunned by the warriors outside the empire.

I hired mercenaries to do it myself!

Even to some extent, it was a blatant disregard of the duc's orders. I could be disgraced and disgraced as a knight.

But Boris did not blink an eye. He was only burning with desire and fury to reclaim his lost reputation.

He was an absurd loser who played in the tournament. Lucas fought honorably. He fell early, and none of that happened.

If we don't make up for this hunt, we won't be able to recover.

“What did I say? ”

“Of course I brought her. A hunter from the Eastern Patrol. You can trust your skills. ”

The mercenaries of the Arrowheaded Mercenaries do not even flinch in front of the knights.

Although the Eastern mercenaries are particularly rough with the Empire and Barbarians, their temper is particularly violent.

The knights behind Boriska look at the mercenaries with complex expressions.

They were originally with Boris, but not everyone was in favor of this job.

Some were expressing such disdain for hiring such mercenaries.

Boris' sword would have been drawn if he had been angry. We needed both knights and mercenaries' help for now.

“My name is Galamboss. Sir."

“Yes. You're from the Eastern Patrol? ”

“Yes, I was from the Dowager Captain. ”

“I heard you can find the Wyvern around here. You think that's true? ”

In Boris' words, Galambos smiles deeply.

“That can't be right. It's hard to find on these plains, which look like mountains and hills. We have a few more days to get out of the mountains. ”

“Yeah? I lied, too. ”

“Damn it...! ”

The warrior realizes he's been spotted and draws his weapon. Why did I call the mercenaries? I can't believe I'm comparing them like this.

But the mercenaries were getting ready first. The moment the warrior draws his weapon, the bolt of iron flew. The warrior rolls around with a fissure that pierces several parts of the body.

“Get rid of that barbarian's body! You said Galamboss. You should have brought some good news. Are there any monsters nearby? ”

Galamboss nods, smiling. Of course, I came to this article because there was a corner I believed in.

“I've heard rumors of the Centauri. The knight will be interested. ”

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A colony of nomadic tribes did not stay in one place forever. When the time came, I led the livestock on.

The human tribe, known as ■ ■ ■ ■ Eastern languages, greeted John and his group of Acladas eagerly.

“Troll" ”

“ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■! Troll! "

“Can't you just tell him to stop talking about trolls? ”

“It's too much fun for me. Knight, here. Have a drink! I heard the hunters will be back in two or three days. You can rest well until then. ”

Euclia stuck close to John and followed the liquor made from the milk of the livestock. The sweet liquor was easy to get into.

The tribes clapped their hands and were amazed at John's sober appearance.

“Kill Trolls! Kill the Trolls!”

John enjoyed their hospitality, learning exactly how to pronounce the Troll Killer in Eastern languages.

“ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■? ”

“What are you trying to get me drunk for? ”

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During the banquet, John came out of the tent. The cold wind was desperate because of the hot air.

You hear grass crumbling in the wind. John nodded excitedly at the rhythmic sound.

Sarsa, sarsa. Zach...

“? ”

John turns his head because something is wrong. Thinking about it, the season did not grow long enough for the grass to hit it.

Suddenly, Kaegal came to mind. As an assassin, Caiegal was talking about all sorts of ways to infiltrate the enemy camp.

Is that what you call it? Why can't we just kill them all and go in? That's one way of saying it, but we're talking about a time when it shouldn't be.

From environmental camouflage to human camouflage. Kaegal was eager to talk about all sorts of ways. It was clear that John didn't think he would use it if he didn't say it out loud.

... Of course, I wasn't using it to make it worth my while...

‘There wasn't much to assassinate in the first place. ’

It was not often such a terrible thing happened. Of course, it didn't mean that John lived in peace and quiet.

John makes his way to the source of the sound. Then I met a man who looked like a tribesman.

The man trembles when he sees John.

His expression remained unchanged, but John could feel that he was surprised.

“Who are you?”

“Oops. Are you the new knight? I'm a little drunk...”

“...... ”

The man staggers drunk. I think I fell drunk from soil on my hands and legs.

‘It's suspicious, but it's subtle what to say. ’

I was surprised when I met someone in the dark. Moreover, John was not the same as the tribesmen here.

Suddenly, I had an idea. John opened his mouth and spoke in Eastern language.

“... ■ ■ ■ ■. ”

“???? ”

John grins. The user grabs the target by the throat.

“What kind of tribesman doesn't understand how to insult himself? ”

The opposing team panics and tries to pull out their daggers, but John slaps them on the cheek with his remaining hands. The opposing Pokémon lose consciousness in one blow.

“Intruder! Intruder! ”

John's shout woke the people. The tribesmen leap forward with weapons instead of drinking.

“Where is the intruder?! ”

“I've got it right here. Are you your tribesmen? ”

Those who saw the man caught by John stared at him with a torch. It looked familiar somewhere.

“I can see him from the west...”

“No, sir. This is the knight from the tournament! ”

One of the warriors recognizes the opposing Pokémon's face. John was surprised and cried out.

“Excuse me?”

“I was surprised, too! How the hell did you get here...”

“Too weak for a knight, isn't it? He collapsed without beating a single shot. ”

“... Well, aren't you curious as to why he's here? ”

“You're right. Wake him up.”

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