How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 60.1

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐣𝐮 (𝟒)

“What are you talking about? Do you think your employer is some kind of god?”

“Well, his power was indeed enormous, like that of a god. . .”

“But still, he bleeds when stabbed with a spear and dies when hit by an arrow. It’s insane to think that with just those men, they would climb the city walls. No matter how much one loves gold, it’s madness.”

Experienced mercenaries said that, indicating the riskiness of this attempt.

Yet, the mercenaries following Johan were unshaken as if they were enchanted.

After all, faith is not rational and is something that cannot be explained to others.

The mercenaries who had followed Johan from the city held a strong belief.

They had faith that they would never lose if they followed this knight!

Such unwavering faith doesn’t just emerge from kicking down giant tent poles.

It develops through continuous collaboration, syncing movements, and experiencing each action side by side.

Mercenaries unaware of this thought those participating in the surprise attack seemed mad.

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The weakest part of the castle was its gate. It was natural, as it was originally made for people to pass through.

Thus, various methods were employed to protect the gate, like elevating its position, digging a moat below, or building a small bastion nearby. . .

Sangdarju Castle wasn’t that well-built. The moat was shallow, and the towers were crude.

But still, a castle is a castle. A direct assault on the gate could even turn Johan into a piece of meat.

‘𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦.’

“There’s fog rolling in.”

Suetlg, who had turned pale preparing magic, came out and said.

From a distance, fog was enveloping the area around the castle. The sudden dense fog caused confusion among the soldiers on the walls.

“When will we attack?”

“We’ll repeat this a few times and then go in just before sunrise.”

“Wouldn’t the middle of the night be better?”

“It might be harder for us if it’s too dark. Considering the terrain and all. . .”

Johan thought the time just before sunrise was when people are most off-guard.

Others thought of night, but to Johan, night seemed more dangerous.

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With a shield on his back, and a mace, longsword, and dagger at his waist.

To keep themselves light, the assault team minimized their baggage. Johan even considered removing his chainmail due to the noise, but decided it wasn’t necessary.

Johan led from the front, cutting through the fog. It seemed easier to climb the wall before the break of dawn.

𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭━

Strong grip wasn’t just useful for wielding weapons or tearing off a troll’s arm. It was also effective for climbing walls.

“. . .!”

The mercenaries following from below admired Johan’s speed in climbing.

Climbing up the wall barehanded, and so swiftly at that!

Now they understood why he had refused the cumbersome siege ladders. With such strength, they were unnecessary.

Now, all that was needed was for Johan to throw down a rope.

“Oh.”

Reaching the top, Johan, leaning against the wall, froze upon seeing two soldiers yawning and sitting there.

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The location of the climbable wall was not chosen randomly. Behind it was Gerdolf’s effort.

━𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

━𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭. . . 𝐀𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡! 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞! 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐀𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡!

Gerdolf surprisingly had a talent for interrogation.

After interrogating the captured raiders who attempted a surprise attack, they became ragged and spilled the secrets of the castle.

The location of the hidden doors they used to come out of, the rough layout of the castle. Johan tried his best to memorize these details in his head.

However, Johan was powerless over the soldiers’ deployment.

It changed frequently, and now that the raiders were captured, it would have changed again. Relying on it could lead to seeing blood.

But to run into them as soon as climbing up.

There was definitely no luck.

“. . .What?”

The sitting soldier blinked and looked at Johan. He was exhausted from the dense fog and staying up all night. Johan, suddenly appearing over the wall, must have seemed out of place.

His slow reaction cost him his life.

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤━

The mace swung, and the soldier collapsed. The soldier next to him was startled and scrambled for his spear, but Johan stepped on it first.

“Atta(ck). . .”

One blow to the lungs, one to the neck.

What Kaegal taught Johan most intensively were the body’s vital points. An assassin couldn’t kill openly like a knight in battle. They often had to kill quietly in the darkness.

It was this technique that was effective then. Not slashing with a sword, but quickly stabbing a hard-to-hear vital point with a dagger and silencing them.

“Guh-huh. . .”

The soldier gasped and gurgled. Johan pushed him aside and checked the surroundings. There were no others.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩━

As the rope descended, the mercenaries sighed in relief. They had been anxious about the sudden disappearance.

As all the mercenaries climbed onto the wall, Johan gave the order.

“Go to the secret door and open it.”

The main gate was too large and noisy, drawing inevitable attention.

In contrast, the secret doors in the wall were relatively free from such concerns. They were small and concealed enough to be unnoticed from the outside.

If they could take the secret door before the enemies noticed and bring in the soldiers from outside, it would be over.

“Isn’t it too quiet?”

“Are they all sleeping?”

“We haven’t touched them for days, so it’s likely. . .”

Johan and the mercenaries ran through the castle courtyard, the eerie silence making their hearts race.

As they moved towards the secret door, a shout erupted from behind.

“It’s an attack! It’s an attack!!”

“The wall has been taken!”

“?!”

Johan and the mercenaries, who had not yet taken the wall, were shocked by the outcry.

“Have those guys gone mad?!”

“No. They must have discovered the missing soldiers. Move fast!”

Johan urged the mercenaries. With tense expressions, they nodded. From now on, it wouldn’t be surprising to encounter enemies anywhere.

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