How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 18.2

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 (𝟑)

“Damn it. . .”

“What did you say?”


“Has this guy lost his mind? I’m trying to be nice and talk instead of beating, and he thinks I’m a goblin? Say it again, you idiot.”

Khan’s face turned fierce. He was older and gentler, but he had been a mercenary who had spent his life on the battlefield. He wouldn’t stand for some blood-stained youngster arrogantly climbing up.

Khan drew the weapon he was carrying. Gamson was startled when the amiable man suddenly drew his weapon. But he couldn’t back down here. He also picked up a club.

Khan’s expression then turned cold. It was a situation that already warranted an apology, yet the other daringly drew a weapon.

“You must be crazy to want to die. . . Goran has chosen the wrong person. Even in a hurry, to choose someone like this.”

“W-Who do you think you are? Have you done anything for me?”

Khan’s gear was among the best in the mercenary group. A short sword, commonly known, and a shield made by overlaying bronze and leather. It was quite intimidating for Gamson, who only had a shining black club in the darkness.

“Even if I get scolded by Goran, I must kill the likes of you.”

“Damn it. . .”


What interrupted their conversation was an arrow flying in between them. Both were shocked when the arrow landed between them.


Khan quickly lowered his body and turned the shield towards the direction of the incoming arrow. After taking a deep breath, he shouted.

“It’s an attack!”

“Assh*le! Can’t even hit that?!”

“Try shooting in the dark then, you son of a b*tch!”

The voices that were heard seemed to have a strong Eastern Empire accent. Khan, frustrated with the youngster, blamed himself for not guarding properly.

‘𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦. . .!’

“Kill them!”

With a murderous cry, the mercenaries who had crawled up the hill began to charge. They seemed to have covered themselves with cloaks to avoid being seen in the moonlight.

‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?!’

Khan tried to quickly assess the number of enemies. How many enemies were there? How many allies had awoken?


“You b*stard. . .!”

Seeing Gamson scream and run down the hill, Khan was astounded. He couldn’t believe someone would run away without even swinging a weapon.

The enemies lit a fire, thinking they were already discovered. This allowed Khan to make out their outlines roughly.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯!’

The sound of metal clashing was heard. The enemy had reached Khan and struck his shield. Two mercenaries attacked Khan, who braced himself. He blocked with the shield on his left and slashed at the right one’s leg with his short sword.


Blood splattered, and the posture of the right one collapsed. Khan relentlessly stabbed with his short sword in the darkness.

“You b*stard!”

The enemy on the left, wielding a club, struck the shield hard, causing Khan to lose his balance. The shield spun and flipped over when hit on the edge.

“Mr. Khan!”

With a whoosh, an arrow struck the enemy’s shoulder. The enemy screamed and tumbled down.

Allied mercenaries rushed up the hill to help. The enemy hesitated as they were temporarily outnumbered.

The battle paused for a moment. The enemies couldn’t come up the hill, and Goran’s mercenaries didn’t dare to attack first, outnumbered and caught by surprise.

However, Goran’s side was at a disadvantage. The enemy was numerous and began to surround the hill. It was clear that an attack would begin again once they all gathered.

“Where are you guys from?!”

Goran shouted. The opponent only glowed with their eyes and did not respond.

“You must know this is Count Jarpen’s territory! You are violating the laws of Count Jarpen’s state right now!”

The opponent still did not respond. If they were the type to be shaken by this, they wouldn’t have attacked in the first place. Goran clenched his teeth.

“If you continue to fight, we will fight to the end. Are you prepared for that?”

Bandits often retreat when they find the opponent too tough.

However, the enemies approached even closer. The hands of a mercenary with a bow trembled.

“What shall we do?”

“We are already surrounded. Get ready to fight shoulder to shoulder! Running away is. . .”

At that moment, a scream erupted. It was not from Goran’s mercenary group but from the attackers.


The first to react to the attack was Johan. Precisely, he woke up just before the attack started. The murderous intent of the enemies had stimulated Johan’s instincts.

‘𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬?!’

Johan wondered if he had been too complacent. He thought they wouldn’t follow since Karamaf had disappeared. . .

Johan quickly put on his helmet. There seemed to be no time to don chainmail.

‘𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭.’

Fortunately, it seemed the mercenaries would attract the attention.

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