How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 24.2

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 (𝟗)

“Why not?”

Atanka spoke harshly. Honestly, he wanted to sell these b*stards and be done with it.

“As the village chief, it’s my job to protect the town’s people. The children of these people caused trouble and brought harm to the town, but they can pay it back by working in the future. It’s one thing to hand over the two who caused trouble, but offering their families too, what would the feudal lord say!”

If it’s discovered that a few serf families have disappeared, the administrator will ask what happened, and upon hearing the situation, will naturally hold the village chief responsible, not the knight. . .

‘𝘈𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵!’

He couldn’t be responsible for these worthless people.

Moreover, the three families were wealthy farmers in this town. Whether liked or disliked, they were the ones who had joined hands with Atanka and supported him. If these people disappeared, Atanka’s power in the town would be greatly weakened.

“Yes. . . Yes! I will definitely repay you! Please forgive me just this once.”

“I will surely repay the damages my son has caused. . .”

Realizing the situation, they begged obsequiously. Seeing them like this, the townspeople could no longer say anything. It was not easy for them to continue advocating for the death of those they had lived with.

Living and growing up in the same town in this world meant a much stronger relationship than what appeared on the surface.

“So, are you going to collect money?”

“Silver coins are so valuable. . .”

“Can’t we just make those guys take responsibility?”

“Wait and see. I will try to save as much silver as I can.”

Atanka pondered. Silver was the lifeblood of the town. He had to come up with a solution that involved tangible assets and would satisfy the knight.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥. . . 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘺. . .’

Johan was calculating, fully armed.

‘𝘛𝘦𝘯? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝘐𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.’

Did growing up in a knight’s family also influence one’s character? Despite the dangerous situation, Johan was preparing calmly without breaking a sweat.

The mercenaries were the ones who were flustered by this.

“Doesn’t Sir Knight have any fear?”

“Isn’t he Sir Knight for a reason?”

“No. . . Sir Knight is exceptional. Normally, everyone gets nervous before a fight.”

Knights usually felt nervous before going into battle. Some drank alcohol or gambled to relieve stress. Khan, having fought alongside knights, knew this well.

“Goran.”

“Mr. Khan.”

“What are your plans for the aftermath?”

“My head is aching right now. I should have listened to Mr. Khan’s words. That son of a b*tch. . .”

Goran was grinding his teeth. He regretted not heeding Khan’s advice, not expecting such a major mishap.

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t expect that guy to pull such a stunt either.”

The mercenaries were shocked by the news they heard.

Gamson had conspired with some young men of the town and stolen the knight’s horse and fled!

The knight had captured two young men from the town and was waiting at the inn. Their employer, Eldans, stated firmly.

━𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

As a result, they ended up facing the townspeople alongside the knight without any special bonus. It was something they should have done anyway. The town’s two men were nearly beaten to death; it wouldn’t have just passed.

The only regret was not receiving the special bonus.

Facing the townspeople was not so terrifying. There were many of them, but the townspeople, unless crazed, wouldn’t attack a group that included a knight and merchants affiliated with the guild. The justification was on their side.

What worried them more was what would happen after this incident was over.

Gamson was, after all, affiliated with them. It was impossible for the knight to just overlook it.

‘𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.’

Goran, though experienced in his own right, was facing nobles for the first time. What should he say?

“Please. . . please loosen the ropes. I can’t breathe.”

“Shut up, you thieving scum.”

When Pra complained, one of the mercenaries kicked him roughly with his foot. Struck by the hard leather boots, Pra screamed.

Already in pain from a broken bone due to a fall from a horse, his condition worsened without proper treatment.

“Do you think you’ll? The people in the town. . .”

“Yeah, what about the people in the town? Eh? Say it again. I can’t hear you.”

“Aaaah! Aaaaah!”

Pra was experiencing firsthand the kind of people these mercenaries were.

Mercenaries were generally rough and foul-tempered. Irritated by Gamson’s antics and escape, they were quick to anger when some insignificant villager spoke up.

Kicking was just the beginning; they burned wounds with the end of a torch and poured boiling water over them. The mercenaries were very creative and professional in tormenting others.

Burren trembled and wet himself, watching this scene. He used to strut around the village with a bit of muscle and a well-off family, but now, that meant nothing in front of the mercenaries.

“Huh. This guy is really getting on my nerves. Hey.”

“?”

“Why are you playing innocent? Clench your teeth.”

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩!

“Cough!”

After trampling over Pra, the mercenaries started on Burren. He stayed silent and motionless, but that didn’t matter in such situations. Friends of troublemakers were also held responsible.


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