How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 109.1

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 (1)

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 (1)

“Are you more humble than I thought?”

“Humble? What do you mean. . .!”

“Anyway, I understand. I will speak as the bishop wishes.”

Upon hearing Johan’s words, the bishop sighed in relief. The most difficult part had been resolved.

“But if an inspector comes, won’t this splendid mansion be a bit risky?”

“Brother, you’re still naive. Would an inspector dislike gold? Would a judge refuse gold? Such luxury can easily be overlooked.”

Of course, they didn’t hand over gold coins openly. They would ‘accidentally’ find books or valuables that the inspector or judge was interested in and present them as gifts.

It was something they had done many times, and it was what the bishop was best at.

“Aren’t you the naive one, bishop? If you’re going to handle things, do it properly. Normally, it might be fine, but now you’re under attack from the order. And yet, you still try to solve things with bribes as usual. . . What if an adversary or opponent sent by your rival comes? 

Or someone who can’t be bought with such means? It’s a time when not even a minor fault should be found.”

Johan’s reproach made the bishop’s face turn red. He had hit a sore spot.

Long stays in high positions dull one’s sense of reality and make one insensitive to danger. The bishop was still not out of his reverie.

“That. . . that makes sense.”

“Far from overlooking, they might use it as a flaw to exaggerate.”

“I see. I’ll have the servants clear out the items in the mansion.”

“Bishop, people are gathered outside praying. How can you move the items?”

“At night, when there are no people. . .”

“These people pray even at night.”

“What?! What are the night guards doing?! Why aren’t they dispersing them?!”

Johan looked at the bishop as if he couldn’t believe it. Forcing the praying people to leave would only cause trouble.

Realizing this, the bishop coughed awkwardly.

“Brother, what should we do then?”

“Let’s distribute them. To the people outside.”

“What. . . what. . . what. . .”

Bishop clutched his heart, more startled than when he encountered a gargoyle.

“Absolutely not! How could we do such a thing!”

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱.’

Watching the bishop, who was more obsessed with gold than merchants, Johan said.

“Bishop, now is the time to put aside your greed. Isn’t there something more important than gold?”

“No! What else is there?”

“For more gold, let it go for a while.”

Johan held the bishop’s shoulder, looked into his eyes, and spoke. Bishop felt overwhelmed by the strength of Johan’s spirit and averted his gaze.

“. . .I understand.”

“You have many other mansions, bishop. Don’t be too sad about clearing out a few things.”

“Cutting off one of ten fingers still hurts!”

In agony, the bishop eventually agreed. He was convinced by Johan’s words.

“Call the mercenaries.”

With the bishop’s permission and authority, Johan called the mercenaries. It wasn’t to devise a scheme for the greedy bishop. Obviously, he had something else in mind.

“From now on, we’ll gather items from the mansion and distribute them to the citizens outside.”


“Has His Excellency passed away?”

One of the mercenaries showed a natural reaction. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have made sense.

“No. He originally intended to distribute them to the citizens, but he was afraid that he might not be able to do so and meet his death.”

“Sir Knight, the bishop may be possessed by a malevolent spirit. Can’t you exorcise the malevolent spirit like you did before?”

“Be quiet. From now on, we will gather the gold and treasures inside the mansion and scatter them outside. Everyone pick one thing you want.”

“. . .!”

The mercenaries’ faces brightened.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

“The bishop is perfectly fine! I spoke foolishly!”

Johan called Galambos out from among the mercenaries.

“Galambos. If it weren’t for you in this gargoyle hunt, we couldn’t have caught it. I acknowledge your contribution, and you will be the first to pick whatever you want. Choose anything you like.”

“Tha. . . Thank you!”

Galambos was stunned. Other mercenaries already knew Johan was generous, but Galambos had less experience with it.

‘𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵?’

Galambos looked around cautiously.

The mansion was filled with all sorts of lavish valuables. Silver candlesticks and goblets, a golden cabinet made from cut marble, rare glass pieces, and more.

He worried that if he really chose something, his wrist might be cut off.

“If you can’t choose, I’ll pick a few for you.”

Johan, noticing Galambos’s hesitation, picked up a few bracelets and threw them into his arms. Dazzled by the shining gold, Galambos bowed his head in gratitude.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

“Hurry up and choose. The other mercenaries are waiting because of you.”

Galambos looked back. The other mercenaries were glaring with fiery eyes, a silent signal for him to hurry up and make way.


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