How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 98.1

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 (𝟏𝟎)

There was an adage that circulated like a joke among the mercenaries. It was the saying, ‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯.’

No matter the plan, things tend to go awry and change, so just give up and leave it to fate!

. . .Still, this was too much. The situation was more messed up than it should have been.

━𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?!

━𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬!

━𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

The mansion, supposed to be devoid of people, was as noisy as if hosting a banquet, shocking the mercenaries who came through the secret passage. But they couldn’t just turn back.

The defense captain had an idea.

━𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

━𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭? 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

━𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞!

With no other choice, the mercenaries headed to the kitchen as instructed by the defense captain. It seemed better to quietly solve the problem than causing a ruckus and drawing attention.

Of course, things in the world don’t always go as planned.

“Why is that knight here?!”

The cry of the mercenary was desperate. Then someone said.

“Kill him! He’s unarmed too!”

“. . .!”

Cornered, the mercenaries desperately sought a way out. No matter how formidable the opponent, they had spent their lives killing enemies. And the opponent was indeed unarmed.

It might even be a stroke of luck. Their only chance to kill this demon!

Johan sighed. The situation was such a mess that he felt more calm.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴.’

The servants screamed, an assassin exerted force, Karamaf growled, and some raiders were causing chaos. . .

In such times, it was essential to stay calm and composed. Johan struck the assassin’s neck. The man fell like a puppet with its strings cut. There was much to ask, but it couldn’t be helped. Good luck if he survived, bad luck if he didn’t.

“Karamaf. Make sure he can’t escape.”

━𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥.

The mercenaries, with bloodshot eyes, rushed into the kitchen. The servants screamed and stepped aside. Knowing that Johan was unarmed, they attacked without hesitation.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩━

In haste, Johan grabbed a ladle nearby. As the sooty ladle revealed its ancient blade from the soup, the mercenary was baffled.

What is he doing. . .?

Johan stepped forward, swinging the ladle from the upper right to the lower left. It was a basic diagonal slash, but a swift and accurate strike that caught the opponent off guard. The mercenary couldn’t even think to block and was struck on the head.

Once, twice, thrice. A flurry of attacks left no time for reaction, and sparks flew from the steel helmet. The mercenary, bleeding from the eyes and nose, fell.

“Damn Motherfuc. . .”

The ladle swung again. The dented and damaged ladle struck the mercenary’s temple, ending his life. Johan let go of the handle with a slight regret.

Thanks to the two who fell and blocked the way, the worry of being hit by a sword was somewhat reduced.

Johan grabbed the fallen mercenary and pushed him like a shield. Those behind hesitated as they no longer had space to swing their weapons.

When you’re very close, blades become a hindrance. Johan threw the corpse and extended his arm to wrap around a guy’s neck. As he let out a death scream, the mercenary’s neck bone snapped.

Naturally, the mercenary’s short sword came into Johan’s hand. As Johan grasped the weapon, the mercenaries’ complexions turned pale.

━𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫!

“Leave the knight dastard and run! The magistrate must be taken care of!”

The defense captain shouted in a voice mixed with despair and struggle. The mercenaries behind could be seen escaping. They didn’t show it, but they were relieved.

“Hey you sons of b*tches!! Where do you think you’re going, cough!”

As the mercenaries ran, Johan also ran.

Thinking calmly, if the mercenaries had resolved to die and attacked, they could have inflicted wounds on Johan’s body.

Even if the kitchen was spacious, the space was limited and Johan was not wearing armor. They could have inflicted minor wounds on his arms and legs, if not a fatal blow.

However, the mercenaries were terrified. Johan caught the ones trying to flee one by one and slaughtered them.

A few servants fainted in fear at his demon-like rampage. It was hard to tell whether the raider or Johan was more terrifying.

━𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

━𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

The mansion’s corridor was a total mess. Given the status of those gathered here, guards were on standby, but the number of raiders was too many than expected.

Where did all these people come from?

‘𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦?’

“Capture anyone worth taking as a hostage and kill the rest!”

“Magistrate! Magistrate! Come out! We’ve come to save you!”

The magistrate cursed. He hadn’t even asked to be saved, yet this chaos could put his life in more danger.

“The. . . Milord. . .”

Several guards lay fallen. At their words, Johan nodded. Mercenaries in front were struggling to enter through the wide corridor into the hall.

Some knights and mercenary captains inside quickly armed themselves and blocked the door. The mercenaries could only curse, unable to enter.

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤!

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