How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 61.2: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฎ (๐Ÿ“)



Chapter 61.2: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฎ (๐Ÿ“)

The knights looked doubtful. They would have listened if it were someone else, but it was hard to accept when Stephen said it.

โ€œLetโ€™s watch the situation a bit more.โ€

โ€œWhat if Johan dies in the meantime?โ€

โ€œSir Johan is not someone who dies easily. Besides, it seems they are fighting now. . .โ€

โ€œThen how about we go support with the soldiers Stephen is leading?โ€

Hearing this, Suetlg offered a compromise. The knights couldnโ€™t object to sending the mercenaries Stephen brought.

Returning to their camp, Suetlg spoke to Stephen with surprise in his expression.

โ€œThatโ€™s a decent idea. In this situation, the enemy will be too confused to attack us easily.โ€

โ€œAh. . . yes, I thought so too. Of course.โ€

Of course, Stephen had not thought that way.

Just like when Johan returned from negotiating with Ulrike, Stephen didnโ€™t quite trust Ulrike.

โ”๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐”๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž?

โ”๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ? ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.

โ”๐€๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ?

โ”๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฌ. ๐’๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ.

โ”๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐”๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐ž? ๐’๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ. . .

โ”๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ง, ๐”๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง.

โ€˜๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?โ€™

It was surprising, but Johan seemed to have won Ulrikeโ€™s favor. It was evident from what was heard.

But Stephen still feared Ulrike. If Johan were to die, it wouldnโ€™t be strange for Ulrike to break her promise.

โ€˜๐˜‘๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ!โ€™

โ€œLetโ€™s go! Follow me!โ€

Fortunately, the mercenaries followed Stephen.

They went to aid their employer, Johan, without question, though their faces were filled with bewilderment.

โ€œDid that knight know how to fight?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know. . . I heard heโ€™s like a blind man with open eyes. . .โ€

Whispers from behind.

Normally, Stephen would have been furious, but now in a desperate situation, he couldnโ€™t afford to lose his temper. Clenching his teeth, he led the soldiers close to the city walls, his body tense in anticipation of incoming arrows.

โ€œThe fog is too thick to shoot this far. Definitely. . .!โ€

He thought this in his head, but the fear did not subside. Moreover, the top of the wall was eerily quiet. That was even more terrifying.

As Stephen wondered what was happening and racked his brain, the mercenaries urged him on.

โ€œYou need to give an order!โ€

โ€œDo we stick close to the secret gate to enter? Or do we climb the wall?โ€

โ€œKeep it down! Iโ€™m thinking. . .โ€

Then, a disturbing noise echoed through the fog. It was the sound of the castle gate being lifted.

โ€œ???โ€

โ€œW-What is that?โ€

The mercenaries grabbed their weapons first, but something felt off as they did.

Why would those inside open the gates and come out? It was a time when they should be hunkering down inside.

People emerged from the fog. The mercenaries looked only at Stephen, waiting for his command. They were waiting for an order, but Stephen was also at a loss for words.

โ€œHm? Have you come to help?โ€

โ€œ??!?!โ€

The one who came out of the opened gate was Johan. In Johanโ€™s hand was an unfamiliar man, covered in blood.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

Johanโ€™s party, Ulrike, and even the guards themselves were unaware that the situation inside the fortress was in chaos.

When it became known that someone had climbed over the wall in the thick fog, the guards, thinking the walls had been taken over, were terrified.

While Johan was busy clearing soldiers in the courtyard, fear spread even more on the walls.

In an already exhausted and starving situation, some quick-witted ones took advantage of the fog to climb down the walls and flee.

Still, the situation could have been managed up to that point.

But the situation worsened when the guard captain, who should have hurriedly come to calm the soldiers, was caught and killed by Johan.

With the guard captainโ€™s communication cut off, the leaders of the soldiers, the ten-man captains, also panicked.

When one of the ten-man captains ran away, it was the end.

Like a dam bursting at its limit, the soldiers each looked for their own way to survive and fled.

At that time, Johan was searching the inner fortress for the castellan, unaware that the outside defense had collapsed.

โ€œThe castellan is on the third floor?โ€

โ€œYes! Yes!โ€

Apart from the main tower, the inner fortress was a narrow space with no empty areas. Normally, the first floor of a tower was used as a storehouse or kitchen, and living spaces were above it.

โ€˜๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ.โ€™

The castellan would know more about this fortress than Johan. It wouldnโ€™t be strange if there were one or two secret passages. Johan had to rush to catch him before he was discovered.

โ€œIs there a passage to escape outside?โ€

โ€œWe donโ€™t know that much. . .โ€

The captured swordsmen said with anxious expressions. With the guard captain killed in one stroke, there was no one who could guarantee their lives here.

They had to show they were useful somehow!

โ€œWhere are you from?โ€

โ€œFrom Aren, in the central Empire.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s quite far. How did you end up here?โ€

โ€œWe were conscripted by the guild. . . Sir Karamaf sent us here.โ€

โ€œ!โ€

Johan was surprised at the unexpected name. Karamaf sent them?

โ€œKaramaf? Have you seen his face?โ€

โ€œOf course not, we are not of the status to meet him directly. Besides, Sir Karamaf is. . . well, itโ€™s a rumor, but there are rumors that heโ€™s seriously ill. . .โ€


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