How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 84.2: 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝟑)

Many knights fell for the warm hospitality of the nomadic tribes.

However, not all knights were deceived.

, ?

The warrior thought to himself. He was a warrior who had taken money from the Petreo familys Boriska. Of course, he had no intention of keeping the promise either.

But Sir Boriska was really. . .

Late.

Ah. Sorry, sir. It took longer to return avoiding peoples eyes.

Boriskas actions were so audacious that even warriors outside the Empire were amazed.

He even hired mercenaries separately to call them out!

Even if some leniency was expected, this was an outright disregard for the Dukes orders. If caught, it could lead to not just embarrassment but also the revocation of his knighthood.

But Boriska didnt bat an eye. He was burning with the desire and anger to regain his lost reputation.

It was ridiculous he fell off his horse in the tournament when he should have shone. Unlike Lucas, who fought honorably, he fell early and had no such consolation.

If he couldnt make up for it in this hunt, he might never recover.

What I asked for?

Of course, I brought it. A ranger from the east. You can trust his skills.

The mercenaries of the Arrowhead group were not intimidated even in front of the knights.

Mercenaries from the east are known to be especially rough, being a mix of Empire people and barbarians, but these were exceptionally violent.

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

They had followed because they were originally with Boriska, but not everyone was in favor of this hire.

Some visibly disapproved of hiring such mercenaries, thinking it dishonorable.

Originally, they might have drawn swords in anger, but Boriska let it pass. After all, they needed the help of both the knights and the mercenaries.

My name is Galambos, sir.

I see. Youre a ranger from the east?

Yes, I was a captain.

I heard a wyvern can be found around here. Do you think thats true?

At Boriskas words, Galambos smirked.

Hardly. In such plains where only low hills and mounds are visible, its hard to find. The mountain ranges are days away.

Is that so? Then it was a lie.

Damn it. . .!

Realizing he was caught, the warrior drew his weapon. He hadnt expected the mercenaries to be compared like this.

But the mercenaries were prepared. As soon as the warrior drew his weapon, crossbow bolts flew, piercing him in several places. He fell, writhing in pain.

Get rid of that barbarians corpse! You said your name was Galambos, right? You should have brought good news. Is there any monster nearby worth catching?

Galambos nodded with a sly smile. He had a reason to believe, which is why he had come to this knight.

I heard rumors of Centaurs. Sir Knight might be interested.

Nomadic tribes didnt stay in one place forever. When the time came, they moved with their livestock.

The human tribe called in Eastern language warmly welcomed Johan and Achladdas party.

Troll ? ?

! Troll !

Cant we stop talking about trolls?

Its too entertaining, Sir Knight. Have a drink! The hunters should be back in a couple of days. You can rest until then.

Euclyia clung to Johans side, continuously pouring a drink made from livestock milk. The sweet drink went down easily.

The tribe applauded, amazed at Johans ability to drink without getting drunk.

Troll slayer! Troll slayer!

Learning to pronounce troll slayer in Eastern language, Johan enjoyed their hospitality.

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Whats the point of getting drunk?

During the feast, Johan stepped outside the tent. He desperately needed some cool air due to the heat.

The sound of grass rustling in the wind reached his ears. This rhythmic sound made Johan nod his head in enjoyment.

. . . . .

?

Something seemed off to Johan, prompting him to turn his head. He realized that given the season, the grass shouldnt have been long enough to make such noise.

Suddenly, he remembered Kaegal. An assassin who boasted about various methods of infiltrating enemy lines.

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From using the environment for camouflage to using people, Kaegal had enthusiastically discussed all kinds of methods. He spoke strongly, believing Johan wouldnt use them otherwise.

. . .Though Johan had not used them to the extent that it seemed pointless to have mentioned them. . .

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Such brutal tasks were not common. This didnt mean Johan lived a calm and peaceful life, however.

Johan walked towards the source of the sound and locked eyes with a man who looked like a tribesman.

The man twitched upon seeing Johan.

His expression didnt change, but Johan could feel that he was startled.

Who are you?

Oh my. Are you the new Sir Knight? I. . . might have had a bit too much to drink. . .

. . . . . .

The man staggered as if drunk, with dirt on his hands and legs, suggesting he might have fallen.

, .

It was normal to be startled by someone in the dark. Moreover, Johan didnt look like the other tribespeople.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Johans mind. He spoke in the eastern tongue.

. . ..

????

Johan smiled broadly. Then, he abruptly grabbed the mans throat.

What kind of tribesman doesnt understand his own insults?

The man panicked and tried to draw a dagger, but Johan slapped him across the face with his other hand, knocking him out in one blow.

Intruder! Intruder!

Johans shout awakened the people. The tribespeople stopped drinking and ran out with their weapons.

Wheres the intruder?!

Caught him here. Is he one of your tribe?

The people who saw the man Johan caught scrutinized him with torches. He looked vaguely familiar.

Clearly looks like a man from the west. . .

No, Sir Knight. This man is a knight dastard who was in the tournament!

One of the warriors recognized the mans face. Johan exclaimed in surprise.

What?

I was surprised too! How did he end up here. . .

Too weak for a knight, isnt he? Couldnt even take one hit.

. . .But more importantly, shouldnt we be wondering why hes here?

Thats a good point. Wake him up.