How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 69.1

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (𝟔)

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (𝟔)

Suetlg also looked at Johan in surprise. He knew that Johan had quite a different mindset from an ordinary knight.

Still, to say that he would overlook and move on from the actions of such a person.

“Yes. . .?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say anything. I won’t tell anyone your secret, so you don’t need to be so distressed, feudal lord.”

“Oh, no. . .”

The feudal lord, too, looked at Johan in disbelief.

Are you really a knight?

Shouldn’t there be an outcry like ‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥!’ or ‘𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩! 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳’?

“Is. . . Is that true?”

“With such a blood feud, who am I to say anything? Judgment is solely for God to make, not for a knight like me.”

God was always a good excuse. Suetlg realized that Johan was just making excuses, but he didn’t point it out.

“The undead have been dealt with by me and the philosopher. You need not worry anymore, feudal lord. Please live a life you won’t be ashamed of before God from now on.”

Johan neatly concluded and stood up.

There was no reason for Johan to accuse the other party with ‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘧!’, especially since the deceased was also a knight of the Emperor.

And honestly. . .

‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.’

To Johan, the people here seemed to lack tact too often, especially the nobles.

The difference in values!

They must believe it’s okay to speak like that, but when you meet such an uncontrollable dwarf, it’s over.

Anyway, Johan didn’t feel any particular emotion about the incident and rather thought of bestowing kindness on the feudal lord than blaming him. Who knows when he might receive gratitude in return. . .

“Sorry to interrupt your eloquent speech, but you can’t just leave like that.”


Suetlg cleared his throat and then addressed the feudal lord.

“It was touching how the knight here forgave your actions and left them to God. However, it’s not over yet, feudal lord. There must be a place where their bodies are buried. Please guide us there.”



While following a slave serving the feudal lord, Johan asked Suetlg.

“Why the corpse?”

“If it’s risen as undead, the grudge isn’t ordinary. Besides, the feudal lord probably didn’t handle the body properly to bury it.”

Suetlg’s guess was correct. The body was buried under a secluded warehouse. It was in such a mess that it was barely recognizable.

Johan dug up the ground himself and laid out the body. Suetlg asked cautiously.

“Shouldn’t you have the slaves do this?”

“Isn’t it better not to do such things yourself?”

“No, it isn’t. That’s why I did it myself.”

However, it was rare for a knight to do such work himself.

Suetlg was grateful that the knight in front of him was easy to communicate with. Otherwise, it would have been much more troublesome.

‘𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. . .’

Suetlg sprinkled holy water and recited a prayer. Johan continued the prayer. Suetlg was knowledgeable in theology, and Johan had learned by observing a priest.

“Looks like it’s done.”

“Can we bury it now?”

“No. Before burying, remove any belongings. It’s troublesome if they are buried with possessions. This is to ease the deceased’s soul, so don’t feel offended. . .”


Johan was already searching through the possessions. Suetlg nodded.

“Search thoroughly.”

There was no famous sword like the <Seal Retriever> from Sir Karamaf. Instead, a family crest ring that belonged to Sir Gairendel was found.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭.’

It seemed like a pointless item to have, as it could only lead to misunderstandings, yet it was too precious to discard. Johan decided to return it to the family when the opportunity arose. If not, it couldn’t be helped.

“This is. . . an authorization from the Emperor.”

“To gather troops in the city? Must have been urgent.”

The Emperor himself had troops under his direct command, but the forces brought by his subordinate lords were also important.

The great feudal lords could employ renowned mercenary captains, but further down the ranks, people were more concerned with earning their keep than hiring mercenaries.

In such cases, one had to take action personally.

This recruitment authorization was used to travel around towns and cities, drawing in mercenaries and young people to take with them.

With the Emperor’s seal on it, a good talker could gather many for a small fee.

“. . .But why keep that?”

“Ah, how can I throw it away with the emperor’s seal? That would be disrespectful.”

“. . . . . .”

Suetlg almost hit him but restrained himself.

Karamaf was also killed, and. . .

There was nothing else significant in the rest of the belongings.

Johan found a palm-sized blue glass sphere in the knight’s pocket. The glass was of high quality, which puzzled Johan.

“Where was that?”

“In this man’s pocket. . .?”

“Him? That can’t be.”

Suetlg took the glass ball almost snatchingly and checked it again.

“This is an item that only a wizard can use. Do you know its name?”

“I don’t know what it does. It looks like a ball made of glass.”

“This is a Fire Goblet.”

The Fire Goblet. Literally, a goblet that holds fire. Johan was puzzled by the incongruous term.

“It’s neither fire nor a goblet. . .?”

“You light a fire inside this goblet. That’s why it’s called a Fire Goblet. An artifact used by wizards of the ancient Empire, and to see it here. . .”

“Is it expensive?”

“Not as expensive as your sword, but some nobles who fancy it do exist. It’s an ancient Empire artifact, after all.”

Suetlg looked at the Fire Goblet again as if it was still fascinating.

“How do you put fire in it?”

“You can’t do it the usual way. The fire needs to be lit inside a sealed ball, so it’s only possible with magic. That’s why it’s an item for wizards.”

“Wizards. . . they seem to be quite troublesome people.”

“There is indeed a bit of that vibe.”

Even in such a simple object, the pride of wizards was evident. The pride that only those who knew the mysteries and secrets could handle it.

“Why don’t you try lighting it?”

“I can’t do it.”


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