The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

Late at night, bars even run their shops, and only a few street lights illuminate the city. Gilbert woke up feeling slight signs of someone. I immediately sharpened my nerves and searched, and it appears that there are some people beyond the door.

"─ ─ Are you in a hurry because you're a traveler?

I assumed Gilbert would leave this inn the next morning. I wonder if I am in so much trouble.

There is a sound of playing with the keyhole. Gilbert looked like there was a man with his bedding on a mountain and got off the bed. Take the sword to your hips and hide in its shadow. I killed my breath and waited for the time. Three people came in with the door open. I am moving around in a familiar way in a dark room. One went fishing in the closet, and the other two headed to a bedding where Gilbert appeared to be asleep. I have a sword on my waist, but I don't think I'm going to take care of it when I have a robust rope in my hand. You may not be allowed to stain your bedding with blood in a place without money. The bedding rolled up and the man raised his voice.

"Hey, we don't have any customers!

The man with his head stuck in the closet stops moving. Gilbert jumped out of the shadows after the two men on the bedside. Before the opponent holds the sword, he knocks his fist into the dovetail of the man with the rope. Throwing the rope behind his back, he attached his right hand to the handle of the sword and stood ready to pull it out at any time.

"─ ─ What kind of understanding is it to enter someone else's room on your own? Master."

A man with a face coming out of the closet stares at him. That face was certainly the owner of the inn that showed Gilbert to his room the other day.

"The customer is bad. It's like you're asking me to steal something so expensive."

Certainly the sword is expensive, but the sheath is wrapped with a cloth so that it doesn't look like it. It must only look like a sword. This seems expensive, which means that the value of the metal itself is rising. Gilbert nodded without changing his expression, organizing the new information in his brain.

I see. Let's be careful. "

Gilbert and his calm attitude made the men impatient first.

"Hey, Dad. Do you mind if we kill that man?

A man with a distorted smile fished up one cheek asks the owner of the inn without losing sight of Gilbert.

"Don't kill the body, it's troublesome. If you leave him alive in the woods, he'll die on his own."

Gilbert felt his heart cooling. I wonder what these men are saying without even knowing what they're capable of. The owner of the inn took a step back and instead stood in front of him with two men holding their swords. Gilbert sighed and pulled out his sword. The use of magic on this spot can cause trouble later. This is the most appropriate solution.

Take the slashed man's sword and slip it to miss the shock. As he bounced back, the man lost his posture a little. And he poked his sword at the other man, and returned it in a state of fear, and struck the pattern hard against the root of the man's right hand.

The man's sword fell to the floor with moaning. He kicked the man who tried to pick it up and kicked the man's sword behind his back. Did you hit your head against the wall? The man is growing unconscious.

"Don't tell me you're going to kill me like this."

The sword Gilbert always receives is different in weight and thought. The men's swords were light and had no strong will. In the countryside, the sword is shaken with anger, not to mention the members of the 2nd platoon of the Guardian Knights of Ioria.

A man who still had a sword shook his sword to his side with all his heart. Gilbert sank his torso, avoided it, and turned his body around behind him. Pay off your feet and put a knife on the collapsed man's neck. He kicked the unconscious man to the edge of the room and put the sword in his sheath once in preparation for the next move.

"Oh, you... who are you?"

The owner of the inn blued his face and stepped back to the entrance door.

"Just a traveler. ─ ─ But since they were about to take my things, it's only natural to prevent them."

It was as if no counterattack had been foreseen. Because he is a man with a sword, it is only natural that he should be able to use it.

Gilbert chased his master who was trying to escape the room, grabbed his wrist and stopped moving.

"Are you aware that you've been working evil?

Hii

When he put his strength into it, his husband lifted up his pathetic voice and pulled himself out. Gilbert realized that he was not willing to fight back and remained conscious of his memory.

After all, metals, especially those of high purity, seem to sell at a high price on the black market, and the owner of the inn has been stealing them for months. Travelers who don't know the situation seem to have been easy to target, and it turns out that many people have been harmed. It was also found that many of the past victims were left alive behind in the woods, even though some were asleep without realizing it. There is no way to know if they have come back alive.

"Hate, I'm in a hurry. Let the people of the city judge you."

Gilbert looked down on the host, who was losing his temper to resist.

Gilbert left town before sunrise. We'll take the train to the nearest city. I took care not to let the sword touch people's eyes as much as possible.

At the same time, there was a noise in front of the inn from the morning. Because the owner of the inn and the two men were tied by rope to the pillars. All the people who were staying at the inn are also going out. On the other side, you'll find a list of guests who have been the victims of theft and robbery, as well as a back-office book showing the stolen goods entering and leaving. And there was a short message written on the ground. The woman who saw it looked around, looking for the man who had spoken last night, in the words that only wanted to be judged. But the traveler, who was unusually good looking, could not be found in the crowd.