The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Apparently, Bardo gave the ancient sword the name Stabolos.

Calling it by its name, the ancient sword reacts, emitting a blue-green light, giving it an incredible cleavage.

I pretend to think of it.

Recently, when something happened, it swept into a sword sheath that hung on my left hip.

It's a sword sheath made from the skin of a dead horse, Stabolos.

You feel like a horse, and your heart calms down.

When fighting the Warcraft, he may have swept in the sheath and called the name of Stabolos.

Naturally, you should have had this ancient sword in your right hand by then.

The ancient sword, as the name it gave itself, accepted it.

In other words, the name Stabolos became a spell that drew the power of this ancient sword.

Moreover, it is a spell valid only when Bardo himself holds the sword.

I let Gordon Zarkos hold the sword and try everything, but even if Gordon does, the ancient sword is just a loose end.

Of course, I can't just try it out in Gordon and say it's a sword you can't use except Baldo.

But isn't Baldo the only one who can use it?

I don't have a clear basis, but I feel that way.

The ancient sword gave a terrible cleavage when dealing with the Warcraft, but when the Warcraft was not nearby, the light was weak and the cleavage was not so good.

After all, it must be a sword born to deal with warcraft.

I don't mind that, but Baldo has one thing to worry about.

After the ancient sword came out of great power, I felt terribly tired.

At first, I was so tired that it was difficult to stand.

Even the second time, it was.

This time, I also had headaches and dizziness.

In a moment, this sword may suck the life out of the user and exert its power.

It's not an easy-to-use force.

The weight and length are very comfortable for Baldo today, even if it's just a sword that resembles a wax.

Also terribly sturdy.

Even when I struck Gordon's wall sword thoroughly, there were no scratchy scratches.

It's a perfect weapon to carry for protection.

For the time being, I decided not to think about delivering this sword to the Tercia family.

Nor does it intend to report in advance to the Tercian family the existence of the Blue Stone, which manipulates the Warcraft, which Jameen's brave Yemite told us.

So far, I don't even get Blue Stone, and until I figure out anything more, there's no point in letting them know.

There's no other way to let you know than to go on your own.

These notions would not have been done by Baldo a year ago.

The way you look at things and think about them seems a lot eagle fried.

That's fine, Bardo thinks.

Because it's not the kind of year to flaunt, or the kind of journey to flaunt.

2.

I arrived in the city of Krask.

Close to the northern edge of the Great Lordship of Exera.

Big city.

In the end, he would have gone all the way around the eastern periphery, not stopping at the direct jurisdiction of the Great Lordship of Exera.

Surprisingly, there was an office at the city entrance and they took the toll.

It's 20 Gail.

I got a tag with a string.

Without an appraisal card, you can't buy or sell things in the city, and you can't stay in an inn.

When I leave the city, I can get 10 Gail back in exchange for a plaque.

Residents have free appraisal cards, and people who come in and out all the time have appraisal cards for long periods.

In the countries of the central part of the continent, I had heard that people were going to enter and leave the city one way or another, but I did not expect to see it in a city on such a periphery, and not even under the direct jurisdiction of a great lord.

Into the city, I was even more surprised.

It is unbeatable in the city of Linz.

A wide road runs through the middle of the city, with shops lined up all along the road.

Even at the precinct, I thought there were so many people in and out, but the amount and vibrancy of this person is overwhelming.

It also nods that travelers should not ride horses all over the city.

I took the inn first.

Happily there was a large hot water hall, so Bardo and Gordon went in as they took turns doing their luggage.

The meal was brought to the room.

Meat and vegetable soup, roasted Zarga, then cooked rice (plan).

In the Great Lordship of Xela, we don't eat much bread.

Is it a land pattern where wheat is difficult to grow?

Eat the plan often instead.

Cook the fruit in water without grinding it into powder.

The Baldos also ate their cooking plans on the road to Krask.

Bardo doesn't really like the plan.

Because it doesn't taste good, it rattles, and it quickly hardens and my jaw gets tired.

However, the brewing liquor made in the plan is excellent.

Zarga is a tall, elongated fish.

I've never even seen it around Pakla.

I've eaten in Linz, but I heard they can't get it unless it's a big river.

This is far from the Ova River, but is there a large river nearby?

Tsaruga, freshly baked and making noise all around, was carried.

It's burnt.

The clerk said that Tsarga is not the best at fat at this time of year, but it is.

The thoroughly shaken salt goes well with the sweet spicy sauce of fermenting the grain and making it.

That's not all.

Bardo discovered this day.

Zarga's salt-baked and cooked plan goes really well together.

Put yourself on a slice plan and carry it to your mouth with you.

Each one is delicious, and the yummy and sauce that smudged out of Zarga teases me, and the plan is so good.

Plus, the plan liquor fits.

This combination may be called magic.

I want to taste it carefully, but my hands carry the dishes into my mouth one after the other on their own.

When I realized it, I had replaced three cups of the cooking plan that I was not supposed to like.

The cooking plan here in Krask is plump, stingy, sweet and good.

It's not brown, it's white as it shines.

When I say that to the clerk,

"Well, already.

Your lord will make it a specialty, and let a nearby village make a plan.

I'm going to ask you a lot of questions. "

If you ask, the lord of this city of Krask says he was originally the Count of the Zarban country.

Twenty years ago, when Zarban was destroyed by the kingdom of Parzam, he fled east of Ova, not to go down to the king of Parzam.

A large number of the inhabitants accompanied the Count in admiration.

The Great Lord of Exera was pleased to welcome the Count and, after giving him his support, allowed him to settle and develop in the Great Lord's North.

Since then Krask has continued to develop and has now become a big city where people gather from all over Exera.

The Count's grandson is the current lord, but the Count says he is still alive.

3

I was taught a store that deals with leather armor.

It was a surprisingly large store with lots of armor and leather martial arts.

He called off the clerk, showed him the fur of the warcraft, and told him that he wanted to give up his armor.

The clerk looked at the fur for a while before calling out to the elderly clerk.

The elderly clerk looked at the fur with a difficult look on his face and said he would keep it and took it to the back.

Slightly later, Bardo and Gordon were led to the back of the store, where they were approached by someone who said he was their husband.

"My husband, my name is Mulliganen.

This is the fur of a river bear warcraft. "

And my husband asked, so Bardo replied yes.

"That's a very splendid object.

As you know, Warcraft fur is very difficult to handle.

We have, unfortunately, no artisans who can tailor this.

However, there were skilled craftsmen with whom we were associated, and I know that the person would be able to help.

If you can tailor here, you will receive a commission.

It depends on whether or not you want to bring this fur directly to the artisan. "

As a merchant, I was impressed by what I said, so let me do that.

He went out of his way to guide the clerk to the artisan's house.

I hope so, but the store clerk who guided me is not very eye-catching and doesn't look very strong when it comes to solids.

A man who smells violence.

Is he a store clerk specializing in rough affairs?

The craftsman's house was situated in a place quite deep from the eye-catching and very untraceable without guidance.

The guide man went home in front of the house.

When I hit the door, my young daughter came out.

Around the age of twenty.

Bardo stated the purpose of the visit.

"Oh, is it tailored with leather armor?

Thanks!

Ha, ha, ha.

It's a customer. "

My daughter's call for artisans went on for a while, but I don't have an answer.

When I walked into the house suspiciously, a man was working.

I guess this guy is the leather armorer porpoise.

The large workbench is stretched with huge skins.

Not cowhide, Bardo said.

Less scratches, tight, elegant shades of leather.

Requirements are secured by nails.

Leather is slashed in by drawing a flowing curve with a right-hand blade, holding it down with his left hand.

Bardo stopped his daughter talking to Porpo.

We must not disturb you now.

Bardo and Gordon found themselves in Porpo's judgment some time later.

The leather you see was slashed in, magically cut out into the shape of a boot.

As the work came to a halt, Porpo stretched his back and wiped his sweat, breathing heavily and vomiting.

Bardo and Gordon also exhaled and relieved the tension.

And, Porpo looked back and yelled out loud.

"Oh, my God!

You can't just walk into a house like that.

Don't look at me.

A spectacle. "

"Brother, it's a customer.

Bring in a set of armor. "

Craftsman's sister says in a happy voice, but the craftsman is in the same mood.

"Bring it in?

Anyway, again. "

Porpo swallowed the word he was about to say and stopped looking at the fur Bardo was holding.

"No way."

I stood up from the chair and snagged my fur, staring at him with a shine.

On the workbench, flipped or pulled.

"... awesome.

Oh, you're a river bear warcraft.

There's just a vertical one letter slice in my belly.

What a fur.

Not a scratch at all.

Awesome. "

Nothing, it's fur that can't even be pulled out and hasn't been smoothed out.

Although the blood is washed, it is wrecked.

When Bardo apologizes for that,

"Idiot!!

My amateur touched me.

If this jewel has no fur on it on a day when it is poorly haired.

That's it, that's it. "

Some time later, Porpo checked the back of the skin in every corner.

Sometimes, I talk to fur like, okay, you know, you're doing great, etc.

After that, I turned Bardo into a question-attack.

What is the weapon?

Will the shield be used?

What enemies to fight.

The sword was actually waved as well.

"Ok.

A month.

Come again in a month, Grandpa.

It takes a month to remove the hair from this skin, treat it down, and make it look familiar.

I don't know how much to shrink, I have to try.

Dimensioning and tailoring in a month. "

4.

Giving Porpo's sister a commission, Bardo and Gordon went back to the inn.

I was supposed to stay for a month, or forty-two days, but I'm not dissatisfied with anything.

You can get a good taste of the good food in the city of Krask.

When that happens, I want a little military funding.

I would have to pay the right amount of gold for the tailoring of the leather armor, and the horse gratuity to the Zarkos family spent a considerable amount of money.

Thinking ahead, a little thin with the gold in hand.

That's what I was thinking, and here comes Jurchaga.

How dare you find Bardo's place?

Uncle Linz asked me to give him a message.

The first was that Jullan went to the Kingdom of Parzam.

The Marquis and the Count said they were here to pick him up.

The second was that Cardos Coendera was summoned by King Parzam.

An apparent cause is the celebration of the Great Lordship and the vows of subordination and reward for merit.

Either way, if you go, you'll be guilty of making up the King's Prince's fake.

The third is that Jog Ward ran away.

I don't know where he went.

The fourth was so that I could tell Jurchaga if I didn't have enough money in hand.

The above was communicated by Jurchaga in an oral rather than a letter.

Uncle Linz trusted me a lot again when he said this young man was a named bandit.

Before this, my adopted son betrayed me and tried to kill me, but I'm not punished.

And Bardo thought.

After I thought about it, no, you don't, I reconsidered.

There is no such thing as a completely trustworthy person.

That adopted son named Oswald must have had some strengths, too.

He said he was born unhappy, so maybe that caused distortion in his mind.

The distortion was well understood, and Uncle Linz made him trust the man.

Otherwise people don't grow up.

This guy named Jurchaga.

Maybe I won't have to go back to being a bandit.

Bardo wrote in a letter asking Jurchaga to give this only from the money he had deposited, pressing his fingerprints and giving it to Jurchaga.

Illustration/Mr Matajiro