How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 107.1

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (7)

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (7)


Gargoyle. A monster whose entire body is made of stone. Johan recalled a story he had shared with Suetlg in the past.

Either the statue, fashioned after the menacing appearance of a monster, had become a monster itself through magical influence, or it was originally a monster capable of disguising itself as a statue, infiltrating the city.


The magic circle necklace vibrated as if screaming. It seemed to be shouting that there was an evil presence ahead.

That’s right. The origin of such a thing wasn’t important now. The crucial matter for Johan was how to deal with the gargoyle.

‘𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬?’

Gargoyles, known for their stone bodies, were reputed to be impervious to swords and spears. Only weapons imbued with powerful magic could inflict proper damage.

Johan drew his sword.

It was the famous sword Twilight, a gift from Duke Brduhe. Although not as renowned as the Seal Retriever, this sword was also a masterpiece. Moreover, silver always inflicted damage on evil beings.

“A monster in broad daylight. . .!”

The bishop pointed at the gargoyle incredulously and exclaimed. The sun was still high in the sky. Gargoyles, evil monsters, usually didn’t roam around during the day!

“Your Excellency, please step back!”

Stirred by Johan’s forceful shout, the bishop regained his senses. It wasn’t the time to wonder why a gargoyle was wandering around in broad daylight. If there’s a monster in front, the first thing to do is to get away. . .


The gargoyle fiercely attacked. Spreading its rigid stone wings, it circled the garden and swooped towards the bishop.

“Go and call the mercenaries!”

After giving orders to a servant, Johan kicked and shattered a nearby ornament and threw it. With a loud crash, the ornament flew like a spear. The gargoyle, startled, dodged it.

“Get inside!”


The bishop scurried off. There were quite a few servants working in the vast garden. If they got inside, the gargoyle would seek another victim other than the bishop.

However, the gargoyle focused solely on the bishop, ignoring the others.


The bishop screamed and rolled forward as the gargoyle’s attack grazed by, blood spurting from his back. The wound was shallow, but the bishop screamed as if dying.

Johan realized that the gargoyle was targeting only the bishop. It showed no reaction to others throwing objects and shouting.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺?’

But the gargoyle wasn’t a monster that craved blood and flesh. It wasn’t an ordinary creature with flesh; its body was made of stone, and it flowed with magic instead of blood.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺? 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦.’

Jokes about greedy individuals’ plump souls being coveted by demons were common. Of course, he didn’t take them seriously. . .

“Brother! Brother!”

“I’m on it.”

With these words, Johan charged in and struck the gargoyle’s back with Twilight. The gargoyle twisted its body sensitively to dodge, but Johan was quicker. The creature’s tough outer skin melted away, creating a wound.


That attack made the gargoyle even more wary of Johan. It was already apprehensive due to his strong soul and brute strength, and now, armed with a silver sword, it was only natural for the monster to be on alert.

‘𝘛𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.’

The ability to fly was very troublesome. If the opponent decided to flee, there was nothing he could do about it.

Fortunately, the gargoyle did not back down, seemingly enticed by bishop. It flapped around, alternating its gaze between Johan and bishop.

It seemed like a predator trying to somehow avoid the shepherd and bite into the sheep.

“Sir Knight! We have arrived!”

Hearing the news, the mercenaries hurried over. They had heard about a monster appearing in the city and had taken out their crossbows and bows.


The crossbow was fired and those skilled with the bow drew their strings. As bolts and arrows fiercely struck the gargoyle’s body, it flapped angrily.

“Does anyone have a silver arrow?”

“Sir Knight, where would we have such wealth?!”



However, an arrow pierced the gargoyle’s rocky thigh. Hidden among dozens of arrows and bolts, the gargoyle didn’t notice and got hit directly.

“It was an arrow shot by Galambos, a ranger from the east.”

“What?! How did you shoot that?”

“It’s a silver arrow!”

“You. . . you had such a thing and still mooched drinks?!”

“*sshole guys! You think I made it with my own money! Just shoot the arrows!”

Galambos shouted in a voice full of regret. It was an arrow he had received from an eastern ranger, made to hunt Werewolves, with silver melted and plated on the arrowhead.

It wasn’t pure silver, but it was effective. It had pierced the hard body of the gargoyle.

“Well done, Galambos!”

At Johan’s shout, Galambos bowed his head. He had hesitated even while shooting the arrow, but felt relieved seeing the knight’s reaction.

This knight was certainly not stingy with rewards. From the mercenaries’ words and his actions, he was definitely trustworthy.


The gargoyle, hit by the arrow, did something unexpected. It opened its mouth wide and shot out a sharp stone.

As Johan dodged by tilting his head, the creature extended its tail long and wrapped it around bishop.


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