How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 35.2

𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝟗)

“Karamaf. You’re also considered a monster; can you handle a troll?”


Karamaf expressed his opinion simply and briefly. It meant he was unwilling.

“Can you at least distract it?”


Karamaf nodded confidently. Johan said with a relieved expression,

“Go and draw its attention, but don’t engage too much. If it gets dangerous, you can retreat. We never planned to risk our lives anyway.”

Karamaf, with a keen sense of smell, was leading the way remarkably well. Although a servant had given directions, they would have wandered more without Karamaf.

‘𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦?’

Upon closer examination, the troll’s skin was much tougher than expected. Not only that, the thick skin coupled with the tough muscles and fat underneath formed a dense armor layer.

Even a sharply honed longsword, when swung, would only slightly penetrate the muscles before stopping. This meant that the knights’ swordsmanship might not be very effective.

Moreover, such wounds would quickly heal. . .

Would it be different if cut with the <𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫>?

“It’s not a good place to pour oil on the sword and set it on fire. Perhaps. . . we have no choice but to push through with brute force.”


“If thrown hard enough, a spear might penetrate somewhat. Better than a sword.”

━𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥. . .

Even with regenerative abilities, a spear lodged in the body would not be easily removed.

Of course, this was a plan that only Johan, confident in his extraordinary strength, could consider.

The wolf growled as if frustrated.


The elf knights gazed at the troll with mesmerized eyes.

The knight slayer, the troll!

Even when they heard such a nickname, they vividly remembered scoffing, ‘𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

“There’s only one. Missing this would be a disgrace to knights. Surround and capture it. Keep shooting bolts to confuse it!”

The knights weren’t fools either. Even if not trolls, they had experience in capturing other monsters.

After surrounding it with their subordinates, flooding it with bolts from all sides would inevitably panic and fluster any monster.

Then, it would be the knights’ turn.

They knew about the troll’s remarkable regenerative ability, but beheading would render that useless. As the creature floundered, the knights swiftly prepared to strike at its neck.

However. . .

“T-The beast, it’s coming this way! It’s coming this way!!”

The bolts were too weak to dismay the troll. Unscathed, the troll sneered and charged at the crossbowmen. The encirclement quickly collapsed amidst screams.

From then on, it was not a fight but a struggle for survival.

Realizing the elf knights were the leaders, the troll ignored the others and doggedly pursued only three. It was determined not to give them a chance to escape on their tied-up horses.

The elf knights had to jump and roll with curses, as the troll, seemingly 1.5 times the size of a large soldier, swung its massive club, making defense impossible.

Fortunately, one of the three elf knights continually distracted the troll, maintaining a precarious balance.

All three were acutely aware of it.

If even one of them fell, the others would be killed by the troll!

It was a shameful situation for knights, but all they could hope for was reinforcement.

And then, Johan arrived.

Riding a warhorse and gallantly leaping through the bushes, Johan’s arrival on the battlefield was the epitome of an honorable knight.

‘. . .𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.’

Of course, he was contemplating whether to flee alone or with the knights.

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