How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 122.2

“In the name of St. Elanna!”

The pirates were so cornered that they didn’t notice the charge until the knights had finished preparing on the hill. Only when the knights’ charge came up to them did they realize and shout in joy.

“It’s a rescue! We’re saved!”

“. . .No, they’re the peninsular b*stards!”

The pirates looked confused, not sure whether to be happy or not. But regardless, the knights faithfully charged.

Goblins were thrown back and smashed by the spears that stabbed with massive mass. When the spears broke, the knights drew their swords and swung them. The goblins couldn’t stop them and were swept away.

Knights riding well-trained warhorses were like lightning and thunder that could not be stopped. Although there were only a few dozen of them, the monsters melted away.

And in front of them was Johan. Johan was harvesting the heads of monsters with a mace.

“Get out of the way!”

His momentum was so fierce that even though there were so many monsters, a void was created around Johan with not a single monster left.

Iselia, who was right next to him, looked at him with amazement and respect. How is it possible for such bravery to be possible with the same flesh of a human?

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━■■■! ■■■■!

The space began to widen, spreading out like a wave and destroying the formation itself.

It was because the monsters, who were scared by Johan, finally started to run away. Johan restrained the knights who were excited and about to run wild, and asked.

“Where is the minotaur?”

Johan asked a centaur warrior. The eastern warriors did not participate in the charge and turned to the sides to take up the scout position. This was to prepare for a possible encirclement.

“He is also retreating! Do you want to chase him?”

“No. That’s enough. The purpose has been achieved anyway.”

The surviving pirates did not even number a hundred. The pirates looked around with a dazed expression. Johan looked down at them and said.

“You are my prisoners.”

Both those who understand Empire language and those who do not understand Empire language nodded their heads unconsciously. In fact, even if Johan had said, “From now on, you are goblins,” they would have nodded.

That was how terrifying his momentum was.

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𝔞𝕨𝕖𝐛𝙨𝔱𝐨𝘳𝐢𝕖𝕤.𝐜ȯ̇𝐦

Johan frowned as he looked at the pirate leader. The pirate leader was scared, but he pretended to be unfazed as he faced Johan.

“So, your name is Tamir, right? Tamir. You have no assets.”

“How can I have any assets when I met a monster as soon as I came up? I was captured before I could even plunder.”

“Is there no one who will pay your ransom? I heard that pirate b*stards have a lot of connections with the Jekyllid Hundred Kingdoms.”

Unlike the pirates who wandered the seas like weeds, the pirates in this area were b*stards who had crawled out of the Jekyllid Hundred Kingdoms or other kingdoms or principalities to the south of it.

So, there was a high possibility that there would be someone who would pay the ransom from that side.

“I’m sorry. There is no one.”

“I think it would be better to just execute him. My dear.”

At Iselia’s words, the other knights nodded. The knights were also inevitably disappointed that they had fought to save them, only to find out that they had nothing.

“I would have just left him to be eaten by monsters.”

At Johan’s words, the pirates muttered anxiously. There were a few who could understand empire language, even if not as well as Tamir.

“You’ve only been here for a short time, so you don’t know anything about this area, you don’t have anyone to pay your ransom, and you don’t have anything. . . You’re not a pirate, you’re a beggar.”

“If you would be so kind as to sell me as a slave, I will never forget your kindness.”

The pagan pirates were being quite merciful by not executing them and selling them as slaves instead.

Johan wondered if he should do it. He thought they would fetch a pretty good price. The republic was in such great need of slaves.

“?”

Caenerna signaled to him from the side. Johan got up and moved to the back.

“What is it? Is there a problem?”

“That leader. He seems like a noble.”

Caenerna knew how to speak Eastern language. The accent of Eastern language used by Tamir among other pirates was clearly that of a noble.

Just as one could distinguish a noble from a non-noble by the way they pronounce Empire language, it was the same with Eastern language.

“He’s a noble, then why refuse to pay the ransom?”

“There could be various reasons. Maybe the family can’t afford it, or the person is a second son or lower, or perhaps they took an oath. . . I don’t know much about the customs of the Eastern pagans.”

“Isn’t that pipe brought from the East?”

“So should I find its origin before smoking it?”

Caenerna replied with a look of disbelief. He was right. Caenerna couldn’t be expected to know the customs of the East either.

“If you’re worried, just execute them or sell them into slavery. They’re just a pagan noble family. It doesn’t matter if we ignore them.”

“There are less than a hundred of them. We’ll keep them captive for now.”

There was no harm in keeping them captive. He could also brag about his accomplishments in front of the baron and take credit for it.

When Johan said that he would not execute them immediately but would keep them captive and take them to the baron’s territory, his vassals were not particularly surprised.

‘𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯.’

It was clear that he was trying to console the baron, who had suffered a great loss, and give him an opportunity to vent his anger. That made sense.

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As Johan’s army approached, the pirates lurking around the area disappeared. The monsters that were sneaking around also ran away in fear.

An army of several thousand can make enemies flee simply by moving.

“This will make the Minotaur a headache.”

“What do you mean?”

“The baron will beg us to catch him on his knees. . .”

Iselia understood what he meant and nodded.

The baron of Monrado would try to ask for the Minotaur’s subjugation in any way.

Even if the pirates ran away, the monsters would cling to them and cause trouble. With that number, it would be difficult to solve it with force alone.

Johan wanted to listen if possible, but he didn’t want to play hide-and-seek with the clever monsters. The complaints of his vassals were also a complaint, and there was too much left.

It would have been better if it were pirates. . .

“It wouldn’t be bad to refuse depending on the situation.”

“How do you plan to refuse?”

“Well. . . there are many ways to do it. But you fought well.”

Iselia blushed at Johan’s praise. Like other elves, Iselia was weak to praise for her swordsmanship. She hid her reddened ears behind her hair and said.

“I can only feel ashamed in comparison to you.”

“There’s no need to compare yourself with anyone. Would you like to spar with me if that’s alright?”

“. . .If you are okay with it, then I, I would be delighted.”

“Haha.”

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

Johan smirked at the thrill of coaxing and taming the wary, tall elf. His laugh seemed like a sneer, making Iselia anxious. She wondered if she had behaved too poorly.

Upon reflection, she felt that volunteering to lead the charge with the knights was a bit absurd. Johan’s expression seemed ambiguous too. . .

‘𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴?’

“Count. There is the baron.”

“Yes. I see him.”

Johan clicked his tongue and looked ahead.

Unlike expectations, the baron was not waiting in the castle for Johan but was prostrated in front of the fiefdom. He was almost like a beggar.

‘𝘐𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴?’

As soon as Johan thought this, the baron burst into tears.

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