The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 302

My Villains Episode 302

55. The Marquis of Eabon (1)

On the second day, snow and wind blew.

The north wind, which permeated the beautiful mountain, turned into a fierce whirlwind with its fierce momentum. The whirlwind scratching the cliff of the monastery was mixed with thick snowflakes.

At first glance, it looked as if the snow was springing from somewhere in Ungdal below the cliff, not from the dark clouds above.

However, that was also just an illusion, and the snow was clearly pouring from top to bottom. The proof was that the white coat was added to the muddy water with traces of battle.

On such inclement weather, it’s best to shut yourself up in the corner of your room and warm up by the fire, but somehow the moth stung, so I put on a thick cloak and went outside.

In order to fix the two longswords dangling from her waist, she walked slowly with her wrists and palms resting on each of the two permals. Because I have already stayed for nearly three weeks, the sacred place of Ji Gwangmyeong Bridge now feels like a familiar neighborhood.

The intersection leading from the gate of the curtain wall to the communal house, church, and monastery was full of strong men.

“What the hell are these guys doing behind Ai! Use your strength!”

“Shut up and wait! If you push ignorantly and even a wheel falls off, you will be responsible’?”

They were soldiers led by five nobles, including Baron Sempi. Seeing that he was wrestling with several heavy carts, he seemed to have been mobilized for some work…

“…Hmm?”

In the meantime, I found familiar faces in the crowd.

“It just takes a little more! One, two-”

a middle-aged soldier led the way. Fifteen soldiers, clinging to the long cart, shouted, ‘Wow!’

rattle!

However, it was not so easy to push the cart up on the snow-slippery stone road. The cart wheel, which was just about to go over the boulder, slipped back and was pushed away.

“Oh damn-”

“It’s not going to work like this! Someone bring a horse!”

“What can I do when I don’t have any leftovers? Jung Then, what about a knight, a warrior, and a horse?”

As I pushed the complaining man aside and squeezed through the crowd, the stupid faces of the soldiers turned to me at once.

Either that or not, I fixed the Death King’s scale handcuffs and

held onto the back of the cart.

“Keep off” O

The cart was full of all kinds of construction materials, including wood and stone.

The rear wheel of such a wagon raised about 50 centers at once. I could hear people around me saying ‘huh’ and wind blowing, or ‘that crazy’ thing.

Then, after pushing it up about 20 steps, the cart was put down on a less inclined road, and the soldiers burst into admiring cheers with ‘wow’.

“Thank you Nari!”

“I live thanks to you!” A few soldiers recognized my face and greeted me. I smiled and nodded, then approached the three familiar faces.

“lily!”

“Why are you guys struggling here?”

Pushing the cart among the soldiers were Goleman, the poacher, and the clever Shea, the poacher.

“That’s it.”

The youngest made eye contact with each other. Only Gol-man, who briefly served as representative, scratched his head and opened his mouth.

“I was cleaning the backyard after the morning training, and somehow we got into a snowball fight.”

“Staring contest? however?”

“During that snowball fight, Kavas accidentally threw one of his eyes and it ended up getting hit by the window of Fritz-sama’s room…

“So?”

“Uh, we ran away without our knowledge, but when we came to our senses, it was a concentration camp. After that, I was caught by a sergeant in Wiguard over there, and it happened like this.”

I burst out laughing. It was because the young men’s frightened expressions were both funny and pitiful.

While staying in the monastery, it wasn’t just playing around. Me and Utequai rolled mercenaries in the morning and evening.

The main purpose of morning training is physical fitness. Beginning with stretching, sweat is removed by combining traditional training methods such as carrying rocks and climbing ropes, as well as modern exercises such as squats and planks. The finish is sweaty wrestling nabuk.

The main purpose of the evening training is to improve weapon skills and practical senses. After briefly warming up, they practiced dying for two or three hours. The finish is a group battle in which players split their hands and form formations to face each other.

Regardless of the effect, it is natural that it is difficult to train for almost six hours a day. In addition, the fact that Utequai and I, who lead the training, are superhumans, was the main reason for increasing the intensity of the training.

As they underwent vigorous exercise to put a load on their powerful bodies, which far exceeded the level of criminals, the standard of other mercenaries was raised little by little, and the overall training became intense.

Thanks to this, there were few mercenaries who did not vomit during training. Even a middle-aged mercenary named Rusk had his heart stop briefly during training. Although I managed to revive it thanks to urgent action.

Although I have adjusted the intensity after Rusk’s work, my training is still intense.

The youngest members are enduring such harsh training in their own way. Aside from the fact that he stumbled a bit in the beginning, it’s to the point where I can feel him growing differently day by day. Is it the power of youth?

Although Goleman is from a high school, unlike his size, he has excellent physical strength.

I handled the iron club and the large round shield lightly, so I put on heavy chain armor and quickly adapted to the weight. After a little more training, it might be better to put on stronger heavy armor and then give him a two-handed weapon.

Cavas changed his bow. This is thanks to the fact that he was able to pull a stronger bow thanks to his muscles.

I still use a shortbow because I haven’t been able to handle a longbow made of yew yet, but I can shoot arrows at targets within 2 30 meters pretty quickly and accurately. This is good enough for practical use.

Shea learned swordsmanship at a monastery, so her basic skills were solid from the beginning. His skill with the longsword as well as the buckler was excellent, so he was the best among the youngest in one-on-one combat.

I’d like to teach him myself, but I’m busy refining Mungchi’s swordsmanship, so I don’t have time to pay attention. So, among his subordinates, he entrusted Shea to Umberta, a relatively free but skilled swordsman.

“…to have a snowball fight after morning training.”

“Ugh, sorry about that.”

“No, I’m sorry.”

It is very proud of him not to stretch out right after morning training. This is another indicator of growth.

But whatever my impression is, Goleman and Kavas Shea are still the youngest. Shall we say pitiful fawns among wolf-like mercenaries?

“Okay, now go back and get some rest. You have to rest before training in the evening.”

“…Uh, I’ll stay here a little longer and come back in time for training.”

“Fritz was drinking beer and taking a nap. Don’t be afraid to go back.”

At my repeated words, the youngest hesitated for a moment before moving toward the common house.

After the youngest children left, the snow gradually subsided and the walk continued.

I passed the stone steps and reached the curtain wall. Fifty to sixty men were guarding the fortress, but no soldiers stopped me.

Thanks to my high reputation, unusual appearance and attire, and a much larger than average physique, I must have been a fairly memorable knight.

A man with far more unique characteristics than me was sitting in the corner of the dead end.

“Are you painting?”

“Phoenix.”

Utequai, who was sitting between the battlements, nodded slightly. He pointed to the mountain in front of the monastery with his chin.

“Slowly the days are getting better. It opens my eyes.”

“That’s right. I wish I could stop this bastard’s eyes from now on.”

Saying that, he glanced at the object he was holding.

It is an A4 paper but I made it as a kind of pedestal wrapped with parchment on a wooden board. It seemed uncomfortable to draw while supporting it on my thighs.

Utequai seems to be very fond of the pedestal, seeing as he takes it with him whenever he draws.

“A picture?”

“Not yet. Looking at the mountain, I forgot to draw.”

“okay?”

“Yes.”

The guy moved his gaze as if he was carefully following the mountain, then asked.

“Do you have a job?”

“Day? What happened?”

“right. Aren’t you alone?”

” ah.”

I shook my head and leaned my back against the battlements.

“I was just out for a walk. Mungchi was asleep and Heila was wandering around again, so I came alone.”

“What about the princess?”

“I went back after a cup of tea. He said he would come in the evening.”

After promising to join me, Princess Theodora was also participating in training. However, he did not move to the accommodation, but he still lives in a different house with other paladins.

“The princess is an interesting person.”

“…right? I didn’t expect it, but it’s quite an unusual character.”

“Everyone who received good teaching and grew upright. There is something to be learned.”

“Like what?”

Utequai responded by tapping the pedestal with a pencil wrapped in cotton cloth.

“She believes in herself and loves her. You can tell at a glance.”

“Yeah, it’s not that loving yourself is bad.”

“I wish I had Ellen.”

Ellen?”

“hmm. Girl doesn’t know how to love herself. It would be nice to learn from the princess.”

I am at a loss for words at the thought that Utequai is also thinking of Ellen rather than the meaning contained in that sudden statement.

“…I know. I wish he was here too.”

“right. Then the gongnyeo would have been able to learn from watching her.”

“Did Princess Theodora see Ellen? what?”

Instead of answering, Utequai opened his mouth and yawned. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You have to leave soon. my mother came to me in a dream It seemed to ask how long you would be here.”

“mother?”

“hmm. Again, the gaze of the mother decreased. It takes a battle to get noticed.”

“I also want to leave right now, but the priests are

so hung up on me …

“But what does it feel like to be in the eyes of God?”

“hmm. Not much different. Don’t you go through it sometimes too?”

“I? When did I?”

“Someone is stealing. It’s like feeling it.”

What is someone spying on? What do you mean?

Just as I was about to ask another question, Ou Tequay smiled.

“excuse me.”

“huh?”

“Here comes. An army that will give us freedom.”

“……uh?”

At those words, I looked across the mountain road and opened my mouth at the sight of an endless yellow flag and an army waving beneath it.