How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 27.2

“Hahaha! Sir Knight, you’re something else. These folks are seasoned mercenaries. They wouldn’t be scared by a tamed wolf.”

Eldans burst into laughter. The mercenaries nodded with a smile, not so green as to be scared of a tamed wolf. They had seen wolf tamers before.

“But really, it’s big. What did you feed it?”

The mercenaries tried not to look scared, but flinched instinctively as the black wolf approached.

“Outside it’s fine, but when entering the city, it’s better to put a collar on. Let’s see. . .”

Eldans took out a collar for the beast. Johan stared intently at the black wolf.

“It might freak out if you collar it.”

Would a wild beast stay calm while being collared?

Surprisingly, the black wolf stayed calm. A collar engraved with Johan’s name was put on it. Even with just one collar, the wolf seemed well-trained.

“What is its name?”

“Name? Uh. . . Karamaf.”

“Karamaf! Named after Sir Karamaf? Haha.”

“. . . . . .”

“Named after eating him.”

Johan realized he lacked the sense to name things. Of all names, why Karamaf?

But Eldans seemed convinced, nodding. Naming animals or mounts after famous nobles or knights was common, hoping to inherit their spirit.

Karamaf was a famous knight of the Empire, a fitting namesake. But. . .

“Sir Karamaf was a knight loyal to the Emperor.”

People south of the Empire, beyond the mountains in the Catalian Peninsula, did not favor the Holy Empire’s Emperor. They disliked his claims over the cities of Catalian Peninsula.

If Johan was from a pro-Emperor knightly family, it would cause problems.

“Johan-nim, do you admire Sir Karamaf?”

Eldans tested the waters. He thought Johan, a noble, wouldn’t catch on, but Johan, raised on hard looks in his fiefdom, quickly understood.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘧? 𝘈𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳. . .’

Admiring Karamaf -> A knight from a pro-Emperor family!

Johan inwardly cursed. Such trickery from an experienced merchant.

“No, not particularly.”

“Is that so? Not even such a great person. . . Oh, I don’t mean you’re not great, Johan-nim.”

“I don’t doubt Sir Karamaf’s skills, but he lacks honor.”

Johan had a ready excuse. Karamaf, the Emperor’s butcher, had many enemies. His flag, stained with blue blood, was a symbol of suppressed civil wars and rebellions.

“Ah, I thought so too.”

Eldans hastily agreed, but his ears perked up happily, his doubts resolved.


The new Karamaf made a contented sound and nudged Johan’s leg. Johan, suddenly remembering, looked at the wolf and asked.

“If you’ve followed me here, did you happen to see two scoundrels who fled from the town?”

The wolf nodded its head.

“You saw them? Why didn’t you catch. . . No, never mind. I can’t expect that from you.”

From the wolf’s perspective, it must have been confusing whether it was okay to just eat the two humans who fled. Especially since Johan was riding on it.

“Do you know where they went?”

The wolf turned its head and pointed in the direction of Marcel. Johan smiled slyly.


Marcel was a beautiful city that had descended from the ancient Empire era. For Johan, who had spent his entire life in a rural fiefdom, the sight of Marcel was inevitably striking. If he hadn’t lost his memories of a previous life, he would have reacted like a country bumpkin.


While the prosperous city itself was remarkable, Johan was amazed by something else: the technology of the ancient Empire.

The ancient Empire felt like Rome on Earth, but its technology was on a different level. Living-like plate armor, swords that seemed to cut through anything, and roads that lasted over a thousand years. . . No wonder there were mercenaries who specialized in rummaging through the ruins of the ancient Empire.

Furthermore, it was said that in Marcel, clean water was readily available everywhere, and there were so many baths that water was in excess, indicating a near-perfect water supply system. It wasn’t that the people of the city were extraordinary; it was just that the system from the ancient Empire era was still functioning perfectly. 

The ability to spread water channels throughout the city like veins and maintain them was truly miraculous.

“I thought it would be dirtier and smellier. . .”

Before he could finish marveling, good news arrived.

A guard at the city gate addressed Eldans.

“Ah, Mr. Eldans. You’re just in time.”

“What’s the matter, Fiso?”

“The mercenary hired by Mr. Eldans came babbling, so we locked him up. Is he the one sent by Mr. Eldans? If so, you should come quickly to confirm. . .”

Eldans turned his head. The mercenaries, already bright with joy at arriving in the city, erupted in cheers at this unexpected good news.

“That son of a b*tch, let’s go sort him out!”

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Translation-(COMPLETED) – How to Live as a Wandering Knight

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥《⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐》!!



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