Chapter 339

After dealing with the knights, I decided to slightly revise my evaluation of the Western Kingdom.

From a town full of lazy bastards that even orcs can’t deal with properly, to a town full of compassion where seven knights with bad brains and lack of skills but a lot of money flock to them to prepare for their journey back to their hometown. It was very regrettable that the three escort knights who had the first meeting with the lord fell back like ghosts, but there is nothing else to do.

Now I started to understand that they couldn’t deal with the orcs properly. Since they were kind friends like a generous tree, wouldn’t it be possible to have sympathy while dealing with the orcs?

“I didn’t expect to find words and earn money this way.”

With a smile, I take off the barding of the war horse that has now become my horse and hand it to the guy standing there with a bewildered expression. He was a follower of a guy named Haksen, who was proud of being at the forefront of committing all rudeness, but that’s how it was when I heard that he paid for the horse as a ransom.

I don’t know if it was shocking that the knight I served lost to an adventurer, or if it was shocking that the knight paid the ransom for the horse, but it’s clear that I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me. maybe it’s both

But is there any special thing? Others are twice as arrogant, but if you don’t have money, you should be taken away. If you mess with it, you should have taken a horse that doesn’t listen well. Still, I have a conscience, so I leave the barding.

“I’m going to use the saddle, backpack, and helmet, so I’ll give them to you.”

Of course, it’s unnecessarily heavy and unnecessary, so I leave it behind.

“...Yes, I understand.”

Shortly thereafter, he waddled out of the stable, carrying a heavy barding and a javelin and a bow that were attached to the saddle. Soon after, I was very flustered and heard the sound of something shaking.

“The knights are not good, the servants are not good...”

It’s a funny place.

As I was rechecking my harness while straightening my head, I felt a presence from behind and heard a familiar voice.

“Is that what Lord Haxen said?”

It was the Marquess of Kelvast. Looking at the horse, pretending to be indifferent, maintaining a calm state without being accompanied by an escort, it seemed that he had already listened to the story and grabbed the back of his neck.

There is no such thing as sincerity in that nonchalant appearance. Since the things called knights were robbed by an adventurer with no roots, even the lord would feel like he was smeared in the face, and the atmosphere in the city would become ugly for a while. ‘Is it true that knights robbed by one adventurer can protect us?’ The same sound will prevail.

Nevertheless, the performance of Marquis Kelvast was perfect. I can only guess about psychology, but I can’t be sure. There was no reason to dig into it, so I nodded casually and answered lightly.

“That’s right. That’s a good word. People follow it well.”

“I’ve heard others take pennies.”

For the nobility, it was a pittance. Because each knight only received four gold coins.

“I got what I deserved. I don’t think anyone has the ability to pay more.”

The mask of the Margrave of Kelvast cracked at the answer he deliberately turned his head away. It was a natural reaction since the knights in his possession were devalued.

In the past, the orcs would have asked how to use the gate and ride the dragon, but because of Kakula, I only thought it was the wisdom of the ancestors.

“Honestly, until now I’ve thought of it as an idiotic possibility, but I’m starting to think that maybe it was the wisdom of my ancestors. Maybe I went through something similar during the Great Offensive in the past.”

what the fuck I was surprised to learn that he even read my thoughts.

Even after that, until I finished maintenance and left the stable, the Margrave of Kelvast, who accompanied me while talking casually, did not until we reached the edge of the garden in the castle, as if passing by, brought up another story. “We say we will contact you as quickly

as possible, but it will take forty-five days for the letter from this side to reach Isthel.

You can’t accompany an unidentified outsider because you use the means of contact.”

“I’m not too surprised anymore. Are all the adventurers of Ethiel as knowledgeable as you?”

“Thank you for the compliment, but in the end, it seems that everyone lives there.”

There are people like Gaendal Party and there are bastards like Dangtel, so I don’t think it’s wrong. At my answer, he formally nodded and continued.

“It’s kind of like a substitute, but if you want, I can write an identity document in my name.”

“...Wouldn’t it be useful to hold on somehow until the veracity of my remarks is clear?”

“Well, this happened during a brief meeting, and I don’t know if that’s useful.”

Seeing as he laughed even after he spoke, he was no ordinary person after all. ‘Catch and kill him right now for putting shit on my face!’ Even if the situation was directed, ‘I can do that.’ I was thinking of accepting that.

Of course, in that case, many other people would have had to take my ax, knife, and needle.

“Even though my ID is an Itthiel adventurer’s card, but I came from the steppe, so I have no reason to suspect smuggling. It’s not completely free, but at least I won’t have any trouble passing through the kingdoms to return to Itthiel. Or here at all. You can also stay as a guest at Ithiel and wait for someone to meet you at Itthel.”

“In the former case, what do you expect in return?”

“I want silence.”

Is this an unexpected answer? I wondered what it was, so I tilted my head and looked at it, and the Margrave of Kelvast gave an explanation with a light smile.

“Shouldn’t we save face after you’ve gone. It’s too brazen to come to this point and ask for your ax back. Just to make you a hero.”

“...An unidentified traveler following Lord Dubert’s will punished the neglectful guardians of Kelvast, woke them up and headed for the East aimlessly?”

Judging from his surprised reaction with his eyes wide open, it seems to be similar.

“You’re a coveted talent. Aren’t you interested in kingdom life?”

“There are still many waves to hit.”

Leaving behind the flattering words of the Margrave of Kelvast, I chose the identity document.