How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 92.2: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 (𝟒)

Johan regretted not just keeping silent. It was because Repiata started inviting Johan to his tent every two or three days.

Being the child of a duke, he couldnt refuse, and every time he went there, he felt suffocated and exhausted. . .

Upon hearing the situation, Achladda was so delighted that he almost died.

Didnt I say it was ominous, Sir Knight?

Hes just a man of few words, thats all.

After the last incident, Achladda had become quite friendly with Gerdolf and Marco. It seemed Gerdolfs taciturnity and Marcos archery skills were quite appealing.

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Playing against the duke would have been better. Surely there would be something to gain. But if its the youngest child of the duke, the story changes.

First, its uncertain whether hes the favorite of the duke, and what will happen later is also unpredictable. . .

How was the person?

The people around him were quite loyal. At that age, its quite an impressive level. And there were some strange characters around. . .

Johan told Suetlg about the various people around him. Suetlg listened as if it was fascinating.

Thats certainly interesting. Even with all the talent, to have such people around. Wait. Now that I think about it, arent you the same?

I only dealt with people whose identities were certain.

Repiata must have checked the identities too. . . I missed asking, why are you bringing the eastern ranger?

Ah. That guy.

After hunting the werewolf, the rest were forgiven by the duke and released, but Galambos was not.

Johan had a lot of questions.

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An ordinary knight might not have shown much interest in a hunters knowledge, but Johan had been asking Joseph various things since he was young.

He didnt miss the opportunity to review what he had learned before and to gain new knowledge.

Johan made full use of his status and position as a knight.

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Wouldnt he be useful in a siege?

Well. . . Im not sure. Anyway, isnt that kind of thinking similar?

I think Im a bit better.

Honestly, there doesnt seem to be much difference on the surface.

Count Ganolwood issued the departure order a week earlier than planned. The mercenaries, who had been waiting leisurely, grumbled as they packed their bags.

Count , ? ?

. . .

Isnt the Count great?

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Hes doing this so they cant prepare after hearing rumors from the city side.

. . .Thats one way to think about it? I thought it was the duke rushing him.

Caenerna looked surprised, as if she hadnt thought of that. She hadnt rated Count Ganolwood that highly.

She had thought the change in schedule was a minor mistake. A mistake that a timid Count might make.

Soldiers moved in groups, following their flags. It was impossible for all the soldiers gathered here to depart at once in an orderly manner. They were not organized that way from the beginning.

The commanders of each unit shared their destination and went there on their own, a method akin to a primitive approach.

Johan also led his unit towards Umdim. He saw some knights he had met in the city leading mercenaries as they passed by.

Sir Knight! Theres a town ahead. Will you attack it?

No. Call the village chief.

Achladda ran off again with a look of regret. He wished to break into the towns palisade and loot property at will. . .

Johan sternly reprimanded the village chief who had paid taxes to the city instead of the duke. The village chief, trembling, paid protection money with the towns collected wealth and pleaded for mercy.

I dont understand why youre lenient towards such weak traitors.

. Sir Knight must have too.

Euclyias words began to reach him faintly. The beginning probably sounded like . . .

Did I say something wrong? Such people wont be grateful even if shown mercy. If Sir Knight had fewer soldiers, they would have spat and insulted, and if Sir Knight had retreated in defeat, they would have betrayed and attacked.

Well, probably.

. . .?

Achladda was puzzled when Johan readily agreed. He didnt expect him to concur there.

Its not out of honor or pity for them, but for practical reasons. If we loot one town, others wont come out easily, choosing to resist desperately. Our goal is Umdim, and theres no reason to weaken ourselves before reaching it. Although well get less gold.

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Achladda, impressed by Johans words, readily agreed.

Youre right. I hadnt thought of it that way.

Since well be in this area for a while, its better to make as few enemies as possible.

However, not all knights and mercenaries thought as coldly as Johan.

Basic supply in this era was terrible. It was rare for supply units to constantly go back and forth between the front and rear, and usually, they had to be self-sufficient locally.

And the most convenient form of self-sufficiency was, of course, plundering.

There was sufficient justification, and the mercenaries also cheered for such looting. It was an opportunity for a lucrative income, not just supplies.

Knights like Johan, who thoroughly stacked up supplies during the preparation period and additionally replenished from towns and merchants, were a rarity.

When about to extract money and supplies from another town, a mercenary came running from afar, holding a flag of an unfamiliar mercenary group.

Sir Knight! Good news. Our captain has sent a message to attack this town together!

No. This town has already received protection money. I swore in my name not to attack it.

No. . . Were you, the knight, the one going around doing that sort of thing?

The mercenary looked astonished.

Hearing rumors that some towns avoided plunder by invoking the name of the knight, the thought, ?

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Accompanied by the sound of a whip, the mercenary was thrown off his horse. Gerdolf and Achladda struck the mercenary simultaneously. The two exchanged satisfied glances.

This worthless human. . . How dare he be so insolent?

I. . . I have committed a crime worthy of death. I am sorry.

The fallen mercenary spat out blood and quickly bowed his head.