The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 79

My Villains Chapter 079

21. Moonless Night (2)

Lord Ariad’s servant Acer led me to the road between the plaza and the salt castle. It was around the time when I passed through an alley with no signs of sight and arrived at a dark pier.

“This way.”

I followed the faint voice and moved on. A few soldiers were holding their breath in the shadows of the lighthouse, which stood firm even in the earthquake.

…What, only seven people? is this the end?

The moment I thought, I found two men sitting behind the soldiers.

“Here you are.”

The man who got up from the wooden box was wearing a deep blue satin cloak. The face revealed in the faint starlight was something I hadn’t expected.

“Sir Langbolt? Sir, why are you here…”

“Sir Ariad made a request. On a moonless night, there is something to be shed, so as a knight, how can I stay still?”

After fixing his gauntlet, Sir Langbolt raised his wrist to the rapier furmal that hung from his waist.

“Running through a dark field is very tasteful… but appreciating the stars reflected in the sea is many times more wonderful.”

…is this old man drunk on the night breeze? What nonsense are you talking about?

Well, it’s solid anyway. Anyway, this person is a person who makes a name for himself in the Milanol Kingdom. The seed he brought was also young, but his eyes were alive.

“But you can’t see Sir Ariad?”

It was Acer who answered my question.

“It will be by the gate. You lead the militia.”

“castle gate? Why at the castle gate?”

“Because the infiltrators might be able to respond to the magicians.” “…wouldn’t it be crazy to do something like that?”

“Everyone does crazy things when cornered. The odds are small, but the risks are high, so it’s better to be prepared.”

Acer, who finished his explanation, is a man wearing a hood among the soldiers… Hey, is that the sergeant I saw during the day? So, I asked the old man.

“Mr. Gilbert, can you explain the situation?”

Sergeant Gilbert, clad in chain mail, carried a small shield and sharp war axe.

He yawned and nodded at Acer’s request. His face showed no signs of tension even though he was facing a battle.

“According to Sir Ariad’s instructions, we have deployed soldiers along the other routes and lit torches.”

I wondered why there were so few soldiers, but it seems that they are blocking other roads. It seems to be an attempt to lure the infiltrator into this place…

Gilbert said as he pointed to the street of stalls that started from the pier.

“We called in all the watchmen from an hour ago, so this area is no better than an uninhabited land.”

All the merchants had evacuated, and the night view tower had collapsed, so it was a dark street without a single light.

Come to think of it, the moon didn’t even rise today. It’s a very good condition for an ambush. It would be a good condition for fugitives, too.

“Even if there is a battle, there will be no support.”

“It’s a small number, is that okay?”

“Because I can’t break the siege. If they throw the bait and escape in the other direction, you’ll end up like a dog chasing chickens.”

“This amount of people won’t be able to completely block the road…”

“Don’t worry. I have some archers up here.”

Following Gilbert’s gesture, I looked up at the lighthouse. Well, because the lights were off, there was nothing to see.

“Besides… here’s Sir Langvolt, ‘The Shouting Tide’, and a friend, ‘The Bloody Swordsman’. There will be no great danger.”

…Hmm, looks like things are pretty good?

If I recall my memories from the game, Uvar was the third picknam in Chapter 2.

He’s a nuisance who shows up with two henchmen and twenty henchmen. The difficulty is quite high as the player alone has to deal with Uvar and all of his men.

But things were very different now.

First of all, one of Ubar’s henchmen was already dead. Because ‘Hitman Poison’, an assassin who handles poison and daggers, was killed by me and Ellen.

At that time, he killed several members of the action squad, so from Uvar’s point of view, wouldn’t his subordinates have decreased a bit?

Besides, I’m not the only one dealing with the remaining guys. One of the kingdom’s most famous killers, or knights, by his side, and a few soldiers.

If you do this well, you’ll be able to defeat Ubar quite easily.

As I was thinking about that, Acer added.

“Oh, but…”

“But?”

“No matter who comes, the leader must be kept alive.”

…what a fucking joke this is again.

“Sir Ariad said that not all of them would run away today. If we want to completely root out the infiltrators, we have to catch the boss and wipe out the rest.”

Ugh, is this going to happen again?

Well, in the game, if you catch a mob, it drops the quest item, but in reality, it’s not like that, so it’s better to capture it alive. It won’t be that easy though.

After the explanation, I put my butt on the back of the lighthouse. It was a time of waiting.

soo woo woo slap.

The calm, monotonous sound of the waves landed on my eyelids. Although it was a little damp, the night breeze was extremely cool, and the moonless night embraced the world snugly.

Normally, I should be falling asleep, but strangely, my mind is clear.

no it’s not clear I keep thinking about Ellen, who will be left alone, and somehow it doesn’t feel stable. The heart beat is random.

“Hey friend.”

When I looked up, Sergeant Gilbert, who was half-lying, held out a leather canteen.

“It’s wine.”

When I took a sip, it seemed like I had a little bit of water, but the scent was good. It seems that my restless mind has calmed down a little.

Giving the leather canteen back, Gilbert said jokingly.

“You don’t have to be like that.”

“……what?” “Even if you come, it’s probably a mercenary escort or a thug. Sir Langboldt will wipe it out by himself, so don’t be too scared, friend.”

…Hmm, I must have mistaken my nervousness for nervousness.

You don’t need to bother. I just smiled quietly.

Around that time, I heard something like a bird chirping.

Beep beep.

Then Gilbert, who had been lying down, jumped to his feet and approached Sir Langboldt, whispering:

“Lord Langboldt has arrived.”

“at las.”

Sir Langboldt, who was looking towards the sea with his arms crossed, bared his white teeth.

The other soldiers were busy but silently prepared for battle. I also stretched my sword once and put on two chains and a helmet.

Beep beep.

The sergeant’s face hardened at the ensuing birdsong.

“…There are about forty people.”

“forty? No, where did such a number

… As Acer opened his mouth wide, the sergeant cut him off.

“This is not the time to question that. You should call all the soldiers around you.”

“There is no need for that.”

“…Sir Langboldt?”

Sir Langboldt had already pulled out his rapier.

The shape of the sword he was holding was a little different from the rapier I had in my head. It means that it is not a slender, fluttering object like the awl used in fencing.

The sword Sir Langboldt wielded was about two fingers wide and had sharp blue edges on either side. At first glance, it didn’t seem that light.

Recalling the swordsmanship of Sir Langboldt I had seen the other day, it seems that the blade did not even bend.

He straightened his grip and turned his head toward me.

“My lord compared your skills to knights.”

“Oh did you?”

“It bothers me that I couldn’t give you a definite answer back then.”

…so what?

When I put on a puzzled expression, Sir Langbolt continued.

“A good opportunity has come. Would you like to compete swords with me?”

“Competing, what is that all of a sudden…”

“Let’s compete against more enemies.”

Killing people is treated like a sporting event. It is truly a knightly idea.

But… that doesn’t sound too bad. The heart that was beating with anxiety and nervousness beats with a new rhythm.

This… was close to the pounding I used to feel on my way to a blind date when I was in school.

why am i doing this

“…ah.”

Fighting people who are not undead or monsters.

It’s been quite a while.

“How is it?”

He nodded slightly towards Sir Langboldt, who asked with a smile on his face.

“There is something strange about the boss.”

It was a bald-headed giant who whispered while scanning the pier.

The man holding a large ax was wearing thick leather armor. Dozens of tough men were walking around, vigilantly in all directions.

“It is very suspicious that all other roads are blocked and only this side is empty.”

“Umm…”

The man next to the giant made a sound of pain.

He had a large knife mark on his face, but unlike his dirty look, he was wearing a luxurious tunic.

Uvar, the man with the scars, narrowed his eyes for a moment, looked over the pier, and shook his head.

“I can’t back down since I’ve already sent the kids to the shipyard.”

“I would rather report to him”

“…him?”

Uvar muttered as if growling and glared at the giant.

“Do you think that freak bitch will protect us? Just shut up and follow me.”

The bald-headed giant Ironborn was silenced by Uvar’s intimidation.

‘Yeah, if it’s a trap, I’ll use it all.’

Thinking so, the Ironborn suddenly remembered the man who was his rival.

Assassin Poison was Uvar’s sharp knife. There was no one better than Poison when it came to putting a dagger down the throat of a traitor or poisoning a disobedient merchant.

The Ironborn hated the Assassin, who was trusted more than himself, the acting leader. When Poison tried to kill a mercenary and was killed, the Ironborn cheered inwardly.

However, I suddenly missed that enemy-like poison.

‘He was mean and cruel. It was like a ghost on a moonless night like this.’

Ironborn, whose taste was bitter, spat on the floor.

It was at that moment that the two figures stopped the thugs.

The two men who came out of the shadow of the lighthouse were very unusual in appearance and size. It was for this reason that the thugs stopped walking with a tense look on their faces.

“…Who are you?”

Phoenix, armed with heavy armor and a shield, answered Ironborn’s question as he cut through his subordinates.

“I came to pay for blood.”

“…what?”

“Pretend you don’t know anything. If you set fire to a stern inn and killed people, shouldn’t you pay for your crimes, you bastards?”

Ironborn only then realized the opponent’s identity and hardened his expression.

“A bloody swordsman. How is this place?”

“If you’re curious, throw away that hideous thing and surrender quietly. I’ll answer your questions before you dangle yourself and poop.”

“That son of a bitch”

“Oh right. You will be beheaded, not hanged. Then I’ll visit you once before I run away. okay?

The thugs growled wildly at Phoenix’s sarcasm.

Langbold Earlshore, a knight in a blue cloak, laughed at the thugs who quietly cursed and raised their spirits.

“Since you cheered me up, can I start?”

“Oh yes.”

“Three portions for the big guy over there, and five for the boss.”

“great.”

As Phoenix and Langbolt exchanged small talk in a light tone, Ubarr, who had been silent, gnashed his teeth.

There were only two opponents. There were nearly forty men on this side, and each one was a well-armed fighter.

“What are you doing, you ignorant bastards? Kill!”

Before the shouting was over, Langbolt struck the head. It spurred off the ground and flew forward like an arrow.

The distance of ten meters is erased in an instant.

Poo-wook.

“Fuck!”

The extended blade lodged itself in the chest of a member of the action squad.

The blue cloak fluttered like flower petals, and the sparkling sword light cut the night sky and two necks at once.

“Pounce on the rot!”

At someone’s shout, the thugs attacked Langvolt in unison, brandishing knives, axes, and hammers.

Langboldt smiled under his well-trimmed mustache and began the full-scale slaughter.

As befits a famous knight in the kingdom, Langbolt was superhumanly strong.

Each time it hit the ground, it bounced several meters to deliver a lethal stab, and when the weapon reached it, it was easily dodged or deflected with plate armor.

“Surround and surround!”

As vicious thugs surrounded him on all sides, Langboldt jumped higher than he was and climbed onto the wall of the lighthouse.

It was unrealistic to see him move like a feather while wearing plate armor weighing more than 20 kilograms.

Only then did one of the thugs realize Langboldt’s true identity and let out a desperate cry.

“That blue cloak…it’s a wave that screams X-arms!”

At the scream that almost screamed, Langbolt smiled and shook the knife away.

“The wind is nice.”

Chew.

As soon as drops of blood were scattered in the air, waves swallowed the thugs.