How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 121.1

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 (4)

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 (4)

‘𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?’

Johan said that with his eyes. Rewards and punishments are essential for the vassals.

There were several advantages to having vassals subdue other vassals.

First, it was possible to use the vassals’ soldiers instead of Johan’s soldiers. Gerdolf or Achladda only had to lead the soldiers and monitor them from behind.

Also, the resentment of the vassals who had lost their fiefdom or had their titles revoked was directed elsewhere. They would first resent other vassals, not Johan.

To defy the lord’s will, several vassals would have to unite first, but if they were to be forced to fight each other, they would only start to suspect each other instead of uniting.

The only thing that the divided vassals could do was to be even more loyal.

The punishment of having their titles revoked for some vassals, and the rewards given to those who were loyal, would only make the bonds of loyalty even stronger.

The vassals who were quick-witted realized this and made a disappointed expression. They knew that the new count was an extraordinary knight, but they didn’t think he would be so skillful.

Although he was young, he ruled the vassals and gave orders as if he were a seasoned feudal lord who had ruled the fiefdom for decades.

“Depart! I look forward to your performance, knights.”

As he led the army away, Baron Ginobansi sighed. It seemed that other castellans and feudal lords were also in a similar mood.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.’

If a capable lord appeared, the vassals under him had to be very tense. They had to be careful with their every move and read the lord’s intentions.

“Sir. Isn’t this a bit too much?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go together and talk to His Excellency. It’s not right to receive such treatment for being a little late. . .”


“You thought so too, didn’t you?”

“No. I was wondering who you were trying to catch with this.”

The feudal lord was much older than the count, but he was still young. He was also quite close to the baron’s family, so he would often hear various advice from him.

“No. You wouldn’t actually do that just because of a straightforward suggestion, would you? I have connections with Bluea’s court, after all. . .”

“Even if it goes over in this place, there is a high possibility that it will cause resentment. To be honest, even having this conversation is noticeable.”

“No way. . .”

“No way is what. Look behind you.”

The feudal lord felt a chill run down his spine at the stares of the warriors who were staring at him from behind. Those were not the eyes of allies fighting together, but the eyes of suspicion of possible betrayal.

“I don’t want to say this, but the good old days are over. If you act like the former count or acting count, you’ll be in danger too.”

“I. . . I will keep that in mind. Thank you for your advice.”

“That’s right. Don’t be too sad. Winter has its own kind of fun, doesn’t it?”

“Ha ha. . .”



Vassals who did not understand the situation were dragged in and pleaded in tears. There were no ones who resisted inside.

To resist while holding on is something you do when it makes sense, but there was no fool who would do it when there was no one to help him.

Johan forgave some of them by withdrawing their titles and some by extorting their property. He wanted to withdraw them all, but he was restraining himself as much as possible.

‘𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥.’

Johan himself didn’t know that he could govern his fiefdom so hard and well.

When he was a child, he had planned over 50 times how to govern his fiefdom while rolling around in his family’s land.

Until autumn, Johan was only focused on completing administrative work. The system of the count’s territory was still like a messy puzzle that made people angry.

He bundled together the various customary laws within his fiefdom, finished organizing the taxes, and requested a scribe who was good at numbers from the Katana Merchant Guild or the Alarhim family.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to appease the church. He extorted the bishop’s wealth and donated it to the temple of his fiefdom, and called priests to pray regularly. It was very boring, but Johan had been trained for it since he was a child.

━𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞-𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠.

━𝐓-𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲. . . 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. . .

━𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

“. . . . . .”

By the time the ripe grains were swaying, the count’s domain had become somewhat presentable, and the vassals had also come to understand what kind of person the new count was and finished adapting.

And then, an unexpected proposal came flying from the west.



“You’re asking for help??”

“Yes, Your Grace! As brothers in the same faith, please do not turn away the hand of your master who is begging so desperately!”


Johan looked at the envoy in disbelief. The envoy was sent from Baron Monrado, who was not Johan’s vassal, but Marquis Crucho’s vassal.

“I have made no oath to your master, so what are you talking about?”

“I know! But! As brothers who believe in the same faith…”

The envoy pleaded with tears in his eyes. His fiefdom was in ruins thanks to the rampaging mercenaries and pagan pirates.

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