The Old Knight of a Frontier District

2.

"Would you like another glass of wine, Lord Lowen?"

Following the words of Priest Bari Toad, a squire carries a wine pot to add to the cup of Bardo.

The wine is of fine quality, and the glass is silver with legs and luxurious sculptures.

At first, Bardo looked lightly at such a despicable land as to be dispatched with only two knights and two squires.

It is also strange that the priest is an angel.

But this person, thank God, is not just a priest.

I am accustomed to fine and elegant artefacts, highly educated, and that does not bring together the inferior air that is often found in well-golden clergy.

Both knights are equivalent figures.

The older knight is named Zaifert Bowen.

He is a knight of the Nanda and probably a warring warrior.

I feel used to ordering people.

In the end, I did not sleep a single night sitting by the priest's side (by his side) until dawn, but there was no slight disturbance in that attitude.

The young knight named himself Chantillion Greybuster.

Hard and hard on purpose, hard and narrow on how things are viewed, but it is flattering and sparse to see a knight genuinely believe that he is the guardian of justice and goodness.

Nevertheless, "King of Swords (Chantillion)" is another amazing name, but Zaifert is the owner of one swordsman in every 10,000 people so that he doesn't hear himself, he told Bardo.

They are both talented to see if there were any such knights in a great nation that only hears rumors of corruption and corruption.

I also liked the fact that he seemed to be a considerable patriarch of a large country but did not speak of his identity any more than being a knight.

The two squires are also brilliant, called the modus operandi, the attentiveness, and the natural service that does not make Bardo feel a hint of whimsy.

Although most of the dishes lined up in front of me were cooked by my squire, my skill as a cook is not necessarily the same.

In short, this line is not the unlucky lower end, etc., where a small number of people are to patrol almost secluded areas due to the whim of the new king.

That's what I made it look like, people who are actually competent and therefore have some kind of mission.

Besides, Bardo doesn't even want to know what their purpose is.

Only rejoicing in the good fortune of being able to sip alcohol with pleasant people without thinking.

"No, no.

I told you I would reward you with plenty, but I didn't expect this many treats in such a small village. "

If you look at the healthy face of a priest who plays the role of host with a smiley face, it's incredible that he was seriously close to it last night, etc.

For the first time in the priest's recovery, the line is in a great mood, and Bardo is happy.

Placed in the center of the table is a large plate of fish dishes.

Jabbo.

Fish that can only be caught on the Ova River, also known as the "Knight Fish" around here.

Some are because they are as dangerous as knights, others because they have the courage as knights to eat.

poisonous.

The skin and the guts, shall never be eaten.

I just take a bite and die.

Such a dangerous fish, but its delicious is so unparalleled.

It only took one on the net, so a Ganz general who knew how to cook was called to sift her arms.

Cut the jab into thick pieces, broil it gently, and then cut it into large bites.

Being collapsible, it requires handiness, boldness and delicate knife judgment.

If you don't cook the surface, the flavor won't come out, but if you overcook, the flavor escapes.

Take a slice and carry it to your mouth.

Aromatic sweetness spreads across the mouth from the tip of the tongue.

I just gently put my teeth on it to relieve myself.

Taste it carefully in your mouth.

The flavour is subtly different in the part, but it spreads out fluffy.

It is said to have a seven-color flavour.

Before he disappears, he includes wine.

The body melts naturally and the puffy texture and tingling irritation fall down the throat.

Ugh, exhale, and the sober aroma will fall through your nose, with a deep aftertaste.

The flavor is white and pale, but the body is completely unbeatable to a bitter red wine with a firm body.

The red wine is from 43 years old by Laughwen McAllister.

The priest warped Baldo that he had lost 43 years to this miraculous white fish, but could not bring any more vintage to the sky of the journey.

Baldo is

I am completely ignorant of the brand. [M]

I have no idea this red wine is losing to Jabbo.

You're just right that you shouldn't let wine travel.

said.

If you want to carry a red wine that has been exquisitely aged and calmed over time in a swaying carriage, then let it go to sleep for a year or you will not return to its original state.

It can also be that I will never go back.

Alcohol is best consumed in the land where it was made.

If you are a young wine, you are also relatively resistant to vibrations.

The priest was young enough to make the journey and chose the most mature red wine in it.

"Exactly, exactly.

I thought this 43 year old would be strong for the journey.

After all, there's a strange bitterness. "

I do find it slightly irritating to my tongue, but if I get used to it, I also think it's more of a part of the flavor.

This wine makes the finest fish taste better.

Both the priest and the two knights eat Jabbo for the first time in their lives, and are now completely Jabbo captives.

Bardo cautioned that only this fish should be cooked by a cook he was used to.

"Dear Zaifert,

What do you mean, "knight of the people"?

It was the priest, not the older knight, who answered the young knight's question.

"Ooh.

Do you not know the knight of the people, Lord Chantillion?

Most of all, it was almost forty years ago that this name was rumored in the capital.

I didn't know the day would come when I could see you in person.

Thank you for your guidance, Zeyen. "

"Chantillion.

When the knight is to be episcopated, the priest above the priest, and the lord, and the knights of his predecessors, will be present, and will take the oath of the knight. "

An elderly knight took over after a priest unwilling to explain.

"Yes.

I swear allegiance to my lord and king. "

"Sir Lowen.

At the border, one senior knight served as a witness. "

After affirming this question, Bardo added that priests may be present as spectators.

"Chantillion.

Nowadays, knights are appointed in the midst of having a country, a sequence, and various subordinate relationships and connections between houses from the beginning.

But it wasn't originally.

Being a knight meant setting up a house, and that every nobleman would be born, and there would be a new lord and city.

The life of the knight is questioned whether the choice of loyalty determines the fate of the house and the people and allows them to keep their vows.

Choosing someone who is not constrained by anything and who dedicates his loyalty to me.

This was the essence of the knight's vows, wasn't it?

When I heard the contents of the three vows, I also had an approximate idea of who the knight was.

So the borderline way is closer to the way it was supposed to be.

It's not just the person who offers loyalty.

Choose the virtue and the god you serve. "

The older knight moistened his throat with wine.

"Do you choose virtue?

And God?

So I don't have to protect anything but my chosen virtue?

Don't you have to honor anyone but the god you chose?

The thick-cut ham was cut apart with a knife and carried to his mouth before the older knight answered.

"There's no way.

But protecting all virtues can often mean protecting nothing.

In today's ritual, the thirteenth virtue is arranged alongside each other in the questioning of what a virtue to serve.

Not that that's bad, but many people think it's like an exam to recite without forgetting the thirteenth virtue.

Well, let's talk about that.

Anyway, on the periphery, even now, you choose and swear for yourself who you serve, who you serve, who you serve, who you serve, and who you need to protect.

That's close to the original format.

When I was a graduate, I heard that there were knights on the border who swore that my allegiance was dedicated to the people.

At the time, it was a famous rumor in the days of the knights and cavalier apprenticeships of the capital.

I was thrilled that, oh, that's what the knight really looks like. "

Perhaps when rumours broke out in the capital, there would have been more of them who would have sworn.

But Baldo felt the thickness of his personality in Zaifert, who dared not speak of it.

The young knight seemed to have something in mind.

After that, Priest Bari Toad raised his throne with a careless discourse, and everyone stacked their cups.

"With all due respect, you've done a great job that year."

The priest says, referring to his body tired of traveling and suddenly he is in medical care, not sleeping all night until dawn, and eventually eating dinner without sleeping afterwards.

But if you tell Baldo, the knight won't be able to act militarily all night for two or three days, and nursing and the like doesn't use his strength that way.

"What kind of training is good for building strength?"

I heard it was a young knight.

Both the older knights and the younger knights took turns taking their dormancy after their condition stabilized.

The young knight was firmly impressed with Baldo, who did not make him feel tired or drowsy, because he sometimes relaxed in his chair during the night.

Bardo replied, "Is this about running?"

To a young knight looking strange, Bardo overlaid his explanation.

Bardo was run every day during his studies.

Running around Noyama carrying bags packed with a lot of stones, he returns, where the martial arts archery begins, followed by the maintenance of the martial arts, the care of the horses, cleaning up and so on.

It was the predecessor's cliche that there was no better workout than running, to nourish endurance and patience and to develop muscles throughout the body without bias.

He said he had been run for a whole two days.

"Chantillion.

The knight apprentices today would make a weak noise that they only marched half a day in knight gear, training like hell, etc.

Lord Bard Lowen has something to listen to. "

The conversation is off, the food provided by the villagers according to the generosity of the priest is delicious, and the wine is a good product of character.

Together, we had a pleasant evening on top of this.

3

My body is heavy.

Numb and unable to move.

Bardo woke up because he felt suspicious signs.

He made his trembling feet hear something about it and even went to his cape.

The cloak is concealed with a panacea for emergency use.

Contains it in the mouth as it is, and stings.

I took my sword and went out into the hallway, toward the sound of things.

That's the priest's bedroom.

In front of the room, a young knight is crooked.

I'm not dead.

I'm numb and I can't move.

When I went by, I showed myself in the room with a frizzy eye.

It sounds like someone inside is looking for an item.

The scumbag is not even trying to hide the noise.

I mean, we all know we can't move.

Bardo pulled out his sword and jumped into the room.

"Ugh?

Hey, how can you move?

And those who had a dumb reaction stopped clapping their luggage and quickly carried a backpack that would contain stolen goods, they ran away.

Bardo grabbed and threw what was nearby.

It was a statue of the exorcism.

A wooden statue, weighing close to each adult, struck directly at the back of the crutcher who tried to jump outside on the window frame.

"Whoa."

Bardo moves his unfettered leg to follow the fallen jerk across the window.

Seeing as this, the priest remains asleep in bed.

There are no signs of violence being sifted.

I got over the window frame and rolled out.

The scumbag has managed to unravel the statue of the god, who rose up and teased him in a bag on his back.

Baldo swung his sword from left to right as he fell down, and shook his prick's leg.

"Hiccup."

The scumbag flew up reflexively and threw his sword.

It is a reaction as if there were eyes behind it.

However, he accidentally jumped up so he hit his head against a large garden tree branch and turned it upside down.

"Huh."

Even as he gripped and held his head, the prick rose up and slid down the slope of the grass's flourishing descent, kneading.

As we descended, the statue of the god of God, thrown again by Bardo, struck him directly in the head.

This seemed to have worked just fine, falling on his back, fluttering and snaking about five steps.

Still, he regains consciousness immediately and shakes his head left and right while asleep.

But now I couldn't get up.

For Bardo caught up, and put his sword upon his neck.

The face of the crutcher floating in the moonlight is surprisingly young.

The scumbag finally laughed at the sign of surrender with his hands open and pointing up, for some reason.

4.

Baldo had a vision of who the scumbag was.

And if thou hast spoken unto Jurchaga, or untied him, he shall not be wronged.

"Whoa.

Am I so famous?

I'm not happy. "

I replied.

When it comes to Julchaga in "Rotten Clams (Gola Cesara)", he is a bandit who has heard rumors a lot lately.

He said he would put his family to sleep with medication, and he would not kill anyone and steal the golden-eyed stuff away.

Bardo thought, at first, that the paralysis was due to Jabbo.

However, Jabbo's poison should appear effective as soon as it is eaten.

The body paralysis was due to the medicine Jurchaga had planted in the red wine and teapot.

He snuck a pill into the red wine he left in the dining room while it was in the pot to let the air flow.

The priest's sick noise would have filled the house with gaps.

"No, uh.

Follow me after the angel of the kingdom of Parzam for a while.

I was crawling through a gap.

Two escort samurai, what are they, dangerous things to walk?

So, on the contrary, I was inspired by my professional pride.

If you reveal these two noses, you'll feel better for a month.

But my trading god, En Noo, is of great benefit, isn't he?

If you succeed in this steal, come on if you pray that we will serve you the best alcohol.

The day after that?

The priest's down. Come on, bring it back.

By dawn, everyone was tired and asleep.

Now, it's your turn, and I'm in a situation like they say.

So, who are you?

When Bardo gave his name, [Clams of Rotten Meat] closed his eyes and looked up to heaven.

"Wow.

Oh, my God. (Jean Dessa Law)!

Why is the Knight of the People here?

I didn't want to see you alone. "

Bardo has conquered many thieves so far.

Lords everywhere were afraid of bandits and bandits because they rarely took control of criminals, even if they cried from villages outside their direct jurisdiction.

Luckily, the numbing pills came out nicely in a certain amount of time, as [Rotten Clams] put it.

What Jurchaga stole was gold and gold, then food and booze, indifferent to documents, etc.

One of the rumors of "Rotten Clams" is that if you have gold eyes and good things, you steal better things.

There's nothing behind it, it would be just a bandit.

At Bardo's discretion, [Rotten Clams] were left to the village chief.

The richest man in a slightly remote city said the prize money was hanging, so he handed it over under the responsibility of the village chief and told him that the prize money could be made into the village's income.

"You've helped me twice.

I will now head towards Dolba territory.

Sir Lowen is on a casual journey when he retires.

Would you like to stay with us for a while? "

And the priest recommended.

Dolba territory is the land ruled by Cardos Coendera.

It is the heart of the newly born Great Lordship of Zieguenza.

Baldo, who was attacked by Cardos' nephew (hey) in a manner close to darkness and just returned, is arguably the most unwanted place in the world.

I apologized for the offer because I wanted to go to Linz.

The priest did not seek to express his gratitude with gold or expensive goods.

Instead, he offered Bardo a bottle of distilled liquor in a bottle.

A bottle is a substitute that is hard to see on the periphery.

The liquor inside also seems luxurious.

"This tastes pretty good, too.

Most importantly, I hope it doesn't change the flavor by letting you travel. "

So the priest laughed.