How to Live as a Wandering Knight

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 (5)

The rogues present here were not ordinary rogues. They were the ones he had personally trained.

Thanks to the secret family recipe used to make the medicine they took, they felt no pain and were fierce to the point of not knowing fear.

But in front of that knight, they fell like scarecrows.

It’s not like his men didn’t know how to deal with someone on horseback!

“You country bumpkin from the Empire! Do you even know who you’re dealing with?!”

Even amidst the chaos, Johan clearly heard the other’s shout and dismissed it with disdain.

“Aren’t they just a bunch of rogues?”

“The three brothers of the Lizarek family! Remember who you’re dealing with!”

“Lizarek or whatever, I don’t care. Die.”

Johan sneered. If they wanted to be taken as hostages by shouting about their noble status, they should have been more polite. How audacious to ambush and then be so brazen. . .

However, the warrior of the Lizarek family seemed to have no intention of surrendering. He suddenly twisted his body backwards and hurled a dagger with a vicious sound.

Normally, Johan could have easily parried it with his arm covered in surcoat and chainmail, as such a thrown weapon wouldn’t have the power to penetrate the armor. But his instincts warned him.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩!

As he blocked with his shield, a chilling sound came. It was the sound of the dagger piercing the shield. It would have gone right through if it weren’t steel.

‘𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦?’

The techniques passed down in families weren’t just swordsmanship. It was easy to mistake it for just that because of the knights, but the noble knight families originally included a variety of occupations, including looters, farmers, and shepherds.

In this world, it wasn’t the age where information was widely spread if available; it was an era of monopolizing it, especially if the technique was valuable.

The way that weapon was thrown clearly indicated it was a family secret. Considering what the opponent said, he seemed to be from a knight family.

When Johan blocked the attack aimed to pierce his throat, the warrior clicked his tongue and shouted.

“Come at me! Just try it. You’ll rush in like the coward you are.”

The man had unusually long arms and legs, and his movements were quick. He bounced his body to react nimbly at the moment the horse charged.

‘𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦.’

Johan always did the opposite of what his opponent wanted.

Johan raised his spear in defense as Karamaf came running up to block the front of the horse.

With this, the warrior had no choice but to engage first. If he charged at the horse, Karamaf would block him, and if he threw something, Johan would counter with his spear.

The warrior cursed at the sight of controlling the wolf.

“Such a despicable country bumpkin!”

“I wonder if the wolf understands that.”

Johan tightened his grip on the spear, ready to throw it at the first sign of the opponent’s vulnerability. Sensing this, the warrior hesitated. His warrior instincts were also at play.

One mistake could mean death!

“Come on! I said attack!”

Johan ignored him, further infuriating the warrior.

The leader was stuck, unable to do this or that, while his men were getting destroyed.

Normally, their morale would have broken, and they would have fled, but these few who charged in fought to the end. It took time, but they were soon subdued and surrounded.

Then, Johan leisurely spoke.

“You said you’re from the Lizarek family? Will you surrender?”

“A dog with no honor! I’d rather die than surrender! My brothers will avenge me.”

“As you wish.”

As Johan waved his hand, arrows flew from all directions. The Lizarek family warrior leapt but couldn’t get far before collapsing.

“Deal with it. Check what the Lizarek family is up to, and send a messenger to the forest. We might need to send reinforcements, considering the situation.”

“The wise always end up cleaning up.”

“That’s how the world works.”

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𝕒ᴡė̇𝚋𝔰𝕥𝘰𝔯𝘪𝘦𝐬.ᴄ𝚘𝘮

The Lizarek brothers were one of the famous rogue gangs. Originally a true knightly family, they turned into rogues after their family’s downfall.

Among the rogues, these rogue knights were the most difficult to deal with.

Well-equipped and skilled, some of these reckless rogue knights even committed their misdeeds within their own fiefdoms.

“About six years ago, there was a major subjugation in the east, and we haven’t heard from them since then. . . I had no idea they would be here.”

Upon hearing Gurelic’s words, Johan asked,

“They’re not worth any ransom or bounty, are they?”

“Their family has fallen, so the only ones who could pay a ransom would be their other siblings. . . And a bounty would be difficult, wouldn’t it? It’s been six years, and the nobles they captured are probably all dead by now.”

“They captured nobles?”

“Yes. They were skilled at hostage situations.”

Not just extorting tolls and looting from passersby, but kidnapping nobles for ransom. Truly bold, befitting their knightly heritage.

“We might have to behead him and present it to the city. . .”

Johan was surprised to find the captured rogue more notable than expected, but his task remained unchanged.

Johan had his soldiers positioned near the forest, ready to move at any moment. He planned to decide whether to go in once the messenger returned.

The bishop cautiously asked,

“Shouldn’t we go in now?”

“Why would we need to do that?”

“For fear of tarnishing the brother’s reputation.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

The bishop was needlessly worried. Showing bravado here wouldn’t help Johan’s evaluation.

Rather, maintaining calm and composure would likely improve the inspector’s assessment.

The messenger’s return coincided with the mercenaries emerging from the forest.

“The mercenaries are coming out!”

The messenger ran out, and soon after, dozens of disheveled mercenaries crawled out in turn. Johan clicked his tongue. He could tell how much they had been toyed with in the forest.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.’

Fortunately, there weren’t many casualties. Most were either slightly injured or exhausted. They managed this because they maintained formation while being manipulated.

This showed that they were not inexperienced mercenaries; they were well-prepared for the forest.

The mercenary captains had expressions of frustration and sorrow. Moreover, there was another shocking piece of news for them.

“Was there a surprise attack?”