How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 104.1

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (4)

While Gareld hesitated, the bishop somehow managed to soothe and calm Johan down.

“Just step outside for a moment, brother.”

“But what if that person attacks the bishop. . .”

“I understand your concern, brother, but who would come as an envoy and attack me? There are more than a hundred warriors here.”

Johan hesitated at those words. The bishop thought Johan hesitated because of worry, but that wasn’t the case.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. . .’

From Johan’s perspective, who had experienced battles, the bishop’s words seemed somewhat amusing.

The people here had a narrow way of thinking. It wasn’t a matter of high or low status, but rather a lack of imagination.

Anyway, it didn’t matter much. From Johan’s view, it didn’t seem like Sir Gareld would attack the bishop.

And even if the bishop was captured, it wouldn’t be a problem for Johan. To Johan, the bishop had no value as a hostage.

“Then I shall follow your words.”

As Johan was about to leave, Gareld urgently signaled a servant. Recognizing the signal, the servant nodded slightly.

“Sir, I have something to tell you separately.”

As soon as he stepped outside, Johan nodded to the whispering servant.

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“So, are you saying you will turn to Biagione’s side?”

“Ahem. Not a side, rather, it means no longer being hostile. Your Excellency.”

Gareld spoke cautiously. The two seemed similar but were different. One meant actively working for Biagione, and the other simply meant withdrawing from the fight.

Anyway, it was welcome news for the bishop. The opposition had been tightly united, spreading rumors in the city, making it hard to breathe. . .

“It’s regrettable, but unavoidable. If you’ve come to know the truth and changed your heart, that’s enough for me.”

“I am ashamed too. To be swayed without knowing anything.”

“God will forgive you, I’m sure.”

The two exchanged formalities. Gareld got straight to the point.

“Your Excellency. Do you know what Sir Giordano and Sir Bucho are doing? They are writing to the church. They are offering gold to spread bad rumors about you.”

“. . .!”

The bishop was startled. The political landscape within the republic was so intricately entangled that it was often unclear who was attacking whom.

The bishop was no exception.

He knew many were eyeing the privileges he held, but he didn’t know who was leading this.

‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰. . .!’

But these two characters were even bribing the church to slander.

“How dare! What do they take this Biagione for!”

“Yes, Your Excellency. Punish them sternly. . . and, may I take my knights with me?”

“!”

The bishop finally realized Sir Gareld’s intent. He hadn’t joined the fight but provided enemy information, meaning he was asking to release the captured knights without ransom.

Gareld was desperately hiring forces to defend the newly conquered lands on the Ulcana Peninsula. From Empire connections to mercenaries. Losing trustworthy knights in such a situation was critical.

“That’s. . .”

As the bishop made a troubled face, Gareld hoped he wouldn’t just take and refuse.

“Their authority lies with the mercenaries.”

“Then, if you could persuade them. . .”

“They are too rough and wild. It’s impossible.”

“If Your Excellency could pay the ransom on their behalf. . .”

“Why should this Biagione do that?!”

The bishop turned stern. His demeanor cooled significantly as soon as gold was mentioned. Gareld was taken aback.

“Because my situation isn’t so good right now.”

“Then reduce those mercenaries you’ve hired! The diocese isn’t in a good state either! Struggling even to help the poor, where do you think such wealth comes from!”

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. . .’

Everyone in the city knew he was wealthy, but to say such things. Gareld was boiling with anger. He disliked everything about these republic folks. They lacked any sense of honor.

“. . .Understood. Your Excellency. I misspoke.”

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‘𝘏𝘮𝘮. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?’

It wasn’t surprising that Gareld had come secretly. The servant had informed in advance. It was that they had exchanged intentions without Biagione knowing.

As soon as he arrived, Gareld tried to persuade Johan by talking about what the bishop had done. Initially, Johan intended to ignore it, but changed his mind as Gareld persisted.

What would happen if he showed a yielding attitude here?

As Johan gradually showed reactions like ‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦!’ ‘𝘕𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦. . .’ ‘𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?’ ‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!’, Gareld became excited.

Finally, he had met someone he could communicate with. It seemed they could understand each other being from the same Empire. Those beastmen on this peninsula were all. . .

Elated, Gareld revealed more and more. About the bishop’s situation, the city’s state, those pressuring the bishop. . . It was a kind of venting.

“Oh, to treat a bishop like that. . . These republic fools know nothing of honor.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Johan realized that the bishop’s situation was worse than he thought. The religious community was fiercely attacking him for the corruption he had committed, and the rumors in the city were not good.

Now, if he loses the bishop position, he would have to retire and live in seclusion.

‘𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.’

Johan was relieved that he had received it in advance from the bishop. Even if the bishop retired lonely, Johan and his men could leave happily.

“. . .It’s such a shame we get along so well in conversation. Would you consider taking up the sword with me?”

While talking, Gareld had confirmed who Johan was.

He had heard rumors about Marcel’s troll slayer.

At first, he was skeptical whether it was just a rumor or not, but now that he became the duke’s standard-bearer, he must have had real skills.

His identity was certain, and his honor was great, so there was no harm in pulling him in. The warriors he led were also impressive. . .

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