The Old Knight of a Frontier District

Lesson 1: The Call of Darkness

Adventures in the "Cave of Trials" were a great burden on the old Bardo's body.

After I arrived back at Fusarion, my strength fell out of my body and I became nauseous and dizzy and fell asleep.

I can see muscle strength and endurance fading visibly.

But I'm glad.

In that adventure I was able to sift through the best powers and moves of my life.

I had tasted that deep satisfaction, so I should have left the rest to old age to fade away.

Baldo cured as he watched the dizzying development of Fusarion.

The pharmacist Zaria also fell asleep to fall after returning to Fusarion.

I can get up in about a week, but my whole body seems tired.

I leave the care of the sick and wounded to Kara, who often spends the whole day blurring by the fields of Egarsosia.

Next to Zaria's house is the house of the old Pinen.

As with Zaria's house, every day the wounded and sick push against the house of the old Pinen.

Old Pinnen lives with his disciple and adopted son, Trika, and one working woman.

There are six disciples with good taste in medicine, who go through every day to help treat them.

The instruction of the disciples is provided by the troika.

The troika is still young, but its knowledge and skill are first-class.

Old Pinnen looks closely at the trika's activism.

The old Pinene man died on the twenty-second day of October, when he was also old.

Until the day before, I was taking care of the sick, and I had dinner normally, but when I saw how it was in the morning, he said he was dead.

Over the years, on March 4th, the pharmacist Zaria passed away without waiting for the spring visit.

He said he would cure Cars' tongue when he got better, but in the end that didn't happen.

As a matter of fact, Bardo was worried that when Zaria died, she would be shattered ashes, just as the dragonman Echidorkier was.

But it didn't.

It looks like it shrunk a little, but Zaria died in the figure of someone who lived out nicely.

Bardo was sexually happy about it.

In accordance with his will, he was buried in a hill where Fusarion could see.

After a long and lonely journey, the old woman got a family at the end of her life.

Quinta, Seto, Yugur, Nooba, and Mia, who carried the remains, may be called her grandchildren.

The same is true again of the leading Julchaga.

Priest Kuri, who uttered the Holy Word, offered thanks to Zaria's soul that the Egarsosia you left behind would continue to protect and enrich the people.

After Zaria died, Bardo remembered his adventures in that cave of trials, as he did every day.

I have no doubt that that adventure has cut Zaria's life.

If I hadn't accompanied you on that adventure, Zaria would still have lived for years, or decades.

But Zaria had no regrets, and Baldo was certain.

Zaria gained strange power and long life by unintentionally taking in the Spirit, but that long life did not necessarily give Zaria happiness.

The old woman continued her journey as she passed on herbs and other knowledge to people, or sifted her moves and helped people.

One of its aims, he said, was to find the land where Egarsosia grew up.

That's not for me, no matter what I think.

To help people.

That old woman was traveling so that many people could find a land where they could live without fear of the beast, and so that people could gain health through the efficacy of Egarthosia.

The journey must have been a long and painful one.

It must have been an endless journey that took loneliness alone on the road.

But the hard work was rewarded.

The old woman finally discovered the vast earth where Egarthosia grew up, and there was a fusarion.

And from Fusarion, large quantities of Egarthosia are exported everywhere.

Watching how it went would have been a great pleasure for Zaria.

Think of it, Bardo is jealous of Zaria.

annoying, it may be said.

Called the "Knight of the People" and so forth, this self cannot be said to have served so much for the people.

He's exposing the old ugly, overlapping halfway through people's help.

But there's something I can tell because I'm such a bald man.

In the sense that Zaria is one of the purposes of her journey to find a place to grow up in Egarsosia.

What other purpose, then, was Zaria's journey?

Bardo thinks.

He said it was about getting a flower path to death.

He said it was about getting the right time and place to end your life.

And if I may, he says it's about being fully active before death.

By taking in the Spirit, Zaria gained so much power.

But there must have been no full use of that power.

But at the end of the day, he challenged the Cave of Trials and fought alongside his wonderful friends.

That old woman then, no, that woman must have unleashed all of her own secret powers.

If you close your eyes, it is not the old Zaria that comes to mind, but the figure of Zaria, young, beautiful and full of confidence, healing the wounds of her companions with the power of miracles.

How powerful and proud you were.

And Zaria's work led the Cave of Trials adventure to success.

Moreover, he returned to the Fusarion and closed his life by being nursed by the young men who admired themselves.

Must have been satisfactory.

Bardo himself is.

The cave of trials was challenged, I see, to obtain powerful information about Patarapoza, king of evil spirits, and King Jean's legacy.

It was an attempt to save people living on the continent and people from the danger that would eventually descend.

In that sense, the adventure could have been a great success because we could have known who the heritage was and also defeated the dragonman Echidorkier.

But there was more to the adventure than that.

Joining forces with trusted allies and beating mighty enemies makes sense in itself.

The battle we fought in that arena is enough to make us proud of ourselves forever after we die.

It may be said that the adventure of the Cave of Trials was in itself a reward for the path Bardo had taken.

Bardo gained such profound satisfaction in that adventure.

Bardo thinks Zaria must have been the same.

Of course, Zaria, a woman, may think differently than Bardo, a man and a knight.

Still, there is no shaking certainty that the adventure in that cave was the best occasion, an irreplaceable experience for Zaria and engraving living signs into this world.

No matter how long you live, people die.

Having a good death may be much the same as having a good way of life.

Zaria had a good way of life.

That is why the death must have been good.

Even when Bardo dies, it's not about that distant day.

Can we die like Zaria?

Just a month after Zaria died, on April 4th, the eldest daughter was born to Jurchaga and Doriatessa.

Common name, Silky.

The official name is Silkiewalcillin.

Silky's birth greatly consoled the hearts and minds of the Fusarion people, who lost their clarity due to the death of two old men.

Bardo's health, which was slightly upward, deteriorated sharply after Zaria's death.

Sometimes I fell asleep for a couple of days.

When you're dreaming, there's a voice in your ear.

That was just a blurry groan at first, but I'm starting to hear it gradually and clearly.

Baldo Lowen.

It's a voice calling Bardo.

I wonder who you're calling.

Has the dark god Patarapoza woken up?

If you fell asleep just after the defense of Castle Rhode Van, that was four thousand, two hundred and seventy-three years.

Now it is four thousand two hundred and eighty years, so seven years have passed.

I also feel it's still early to wake up because Patarapoza meant sleeping for ten to fifteen years.

But it may happen early.

At first, I was getting used to it, but it lasted a long time.

I decided to think that this voice was the one Patarapoza was dreaming and crushing about.

In any case, if the monster on the island of captivity wakes up, he's bound to set something up.

They also know this name.

No.

Do you know?

Dragonman Echidorkier knew Bardo's name.

He said a secret detective checked the name.

But I didn't report it to Patarapoza.

But isn't he calling Baldo's name?

No.

Did you really call your name?

Isn't that just what you assume?

If you think about it, it's vague if they called you names.

No.

Patarapoza should hear from the dragonman's head when he wakes up.

The name of Bardo Lowen.

Where do you live?

No.

The dragonman's chief may keep a secret that he knows the name of Bardo Lowen.

I wish I could hide it.

Wait a minute.

I wonder if knowing the name of Bardo Lowen doesn't even tell us where Fusarion is.

Then will the monster appear first in the king's capital of Parzam?

We need to call Jules and call for vigilance.

No.

I also heard that that monster can't move himself.

The messenger will be emitted first.

Dragon man, or a person served by a dragon man?

Echidorkier defeated him.

So is Lugurgoa Geskas.

Urdolwu is also dead.

But is there still a great multitude of people on the continent who are considered puppets of Patarapoza?

Bardo's thought repeated a grand tour, and the day went on when he had nightmares and sweated.

I also stopped accepting meals much, my chest burned and I always felt nauseous.

That condition lasted until after the summer.

When the cool breeze came in the fall, I was feeling better and able to get up and move.

Try it on, it's a lot.

I mean, I lost weight on every skeleton.

I might have shrunk just a little bit.

But originally it was huge, so I still have a good physique.

Even when it comes to losing weight, the bones are strong and thick and hard.

In October, he recovered enough to wield his sword.

On Oct. 5, the Knight Syndication of Hungary, the second son of Knight Kizmertol, took place.

The guide is Helidan Gato, the leading knight of the Olgazard family.

After his reign, Hungary offered his sword to Baldo.

At the feast that night, Bardo hadn't had a drink in a long time.

It was good to get smudged in the guts.

The dish of Kamler mindfulness also smudged my guts.

Baldo Lowen.

The year has dawn.

It is four thousand two hundred eighty one years.

Two years after the adventure of The Cave of Trials, Bardo turned sixty-nine.

There is now a huge Lordship Hall in the heart of the city.

The Lordship Hall consists of a number of buildings and houses grain warehouses, timber warehouses, mineral warehouses, etc.

That's the only eight warehouses in Egalsosia.

Some warehouses store raw egalsocia, others store dried.

Some warehouses store squeeze juice in barrels.

Bardo visited the cook.

Camlar is working fine in a crisp motion that doesn't make her feel old.

My men's cooks and downstairs are also keeping busy.

That's good, but there are two people who care.

He was seen as an elegant and quite seasoned cook to watch.

It seemed strangely irrelevant.

"Oh, are those the ones?

That's a cook from the Farrens and Vodres. "

I was surprised to hear Kamler's explanation and asked in detail.

Arflaburn came to see his nephew's face and ate Kamler's food, which he said was badly impressed.

Although it is also cooking and seasoning, it is completely groundbreaking, such as how to feed it and how to assemble the course, and I definitely wanted to incorporate it into my own home.

When they heard about it, the Vodores were in tune, and they sent cooks in with them.

"Those people, they're already highly skilled, they're not very hard to teach.

It's also boring not to be able to hold on for long.

I'd really like to stick around in the name of training.

I'm going to tell you when those people leave.

The next time you give me a trainee, I want you to give me a young cook who can learn for at least ten years. "

Bardo laughed a lot when he heard Kamler explain.

That's good.

Cooks gathered in Fusarion from all over the continent for culinary repairs, and Camlar stuck with it to cook.

I feel like I've ever dreamed of a sight like that when it was.

Baldo Lowen.

One day in March, Kara came to Bardo's.

He didn't even tell me what to do, he was wandering around, but he said this at the end.

"You know what?

I'm going to marry Cars. "

That's all I said and left to run away.

It took Bardo a long time to understand the meaning of the word.

Speaking of the cars, they have always refrained from being in the same room as Baldo.

When I asked Cars if that was true, he nodded one in silence.

No, I can't talk and talk because I'm losing my tongue, but thanks. Silence suits me too well in the case of Cars.

On the 20th of March, we had a serious wedding.

Even so, it was quite a gorgeous and lively feast because the Rohens and the immediate family ministers of the Olgazards gathered.

Bardo asked Kara just before the ceremony.

I wondered how you dictated that Park Xinren.

"Hmm?

No.

There you go.

Count Huddle Zoalus said it.

Marry a wife, have a son, have a boy.

And Cars nodded.

That's why I told Cars.

I can have your baby. "

What a front break.

But when he did well, Bardo thanked Kara in his heart.

Having a wife and being a child is still a good thing.

That would not only bring happiness, but also many troubles and temptations.

The happiness, the troubles, and the temptations are only palatable if you have a wife or a son.

I wanted Cars to have a good taste of that life.

This man has just had a life of losing his family.

I've lived a life that I've just dedicated to people.

Can we just get a little reward here?

No heart at the wedding. I felt like Doria Tessa had a hard eye for Carla.

Baldo Lowen.

The village of Agis also seems to be developing well.

Once a month, Tempel Aid comes to the Lords' Palace in Fusarion.

Each time he sees Bardo.

Fusarion is assisting in what cannot be made in the village of Agis.

In return, he delivers wheat, dried fish, etc.

Close to paying taxes in form, but the reality is the deal.

I was plagued by bandits last year and have borrowed soldiers from Fusarion.

In Fusarion, the Knights are developing, but they organize and train eighty people who remember in their arms as soldiers.

However, seventy of them are usually those who do the work of strength.

Even Agis organizes a vigilante, but the two of us still can't move if we can command them, if we're going to be a force when we have to.

Things like the challenges that lie ahead.

"No, I got a really good land.

This is like a dream story, but in the future I hope to expand the city all the way west and create a tsunami along the Ova. "

Tempel-Aid described a much more ambitious plan.

There is a considerable distance from where Agis is now to Ova.

If it were to reach Auva, the city of Agis would have to be more than the king's capital of Parzam.

Besides, I've just made a tsu, and where the hell are we going to make a deal with?

Beyond the river are deserts.

"You build a big sailboat and you trade with Linz and Padelia.

The product we deal with is Egalsocia, a quality and inexpensive product that is going to be produced in Fusarion.

Carry it in bulk and judge it in bulk.

We want to set up a country in a deal.

Fusarions will also flourish by that.

The Goriola Empire will not be left alone either.

We might do enough to create a trading village on the other side of Agis. "

It's a totally daring dream.

But dreams are better bold.

These days, many people move from Fusarion to Agis, or visit Fusarion to come and live in Agis, he said.

The Fusarion is now in a wave of rapid development, and we are no longer busy.

If I become a people here, I will be pulled around here and there.

I mean, a lot of work.

A lot of work. Maybe in return, but some people don't suit their skin.

He is someone who wants to relax a little or work when he feels comfortable.

People like that go to Agis.

Agis' free and soft air is attractive to these people.

On the contrary, anyone who wants to fly a flag comes from Agis to Fusarion.

Fusarion and Agis are, so far, in a very good relationship.

Baldo Lowen.

In April of the year four thousand two hundred and eighty two, Trill, the second son of Jurchaga and Doriatessa, was born.

The official name is triluethracillin.

In this year, the Fusarion was divided into five villages, in addition to the city district where the lord lived.

Even so, it merely reflected that reality, which had developed naturally up to now, in the system.

With the widest area is the pastoral village of Tartes.

We can't plant Egarthosia everywhere because it's a pastoral village because of the size of the area.

So he surrounded the pastoral village of Tartes in the city district with the other four villages for safety.

One is Morse, the village of forestry; one is Cogus, the village of leather; one is Egalus, the village of Egalsosian production; and one is Horries, the village of wheat production.

Of course, we don't just do forestry because it's a forestry village, we also produce Egarsosia, we produce other vegetables, we keep livestock.

It is simply that the proportion of professional products is overwhelmingly high.

Industrial products and processed foods are at the mercy of the city.

In addition to city districts and villages, a work village was also set up.

They were set up locally for cutting out rock salt, mining iron ore, mining black stone and mining copper, respectively.

Residents of work villages are semi-settlement and workers and those who take care of them are regularly sent on a rotational basis from city districts and five villages.

Of these, Egalus' right to tax was granted to the Lowen family.

Village chiefs are placed in the operation of the village, and the ruling is under the direct authority of the Olgazard family, but net income, excluding the portion of tax revenues that is returned to the village, so to speak, belongs to the Lowen family.

Egarthosia's sales are currently an important industry accounting for most of Fusarion's foreign currency acquisitions.

It is so generous that the House of Olgazard has encountered the House of Rohen because it gives the whole of its flame to the House of Rohen.

Nevertheless, if the Fusarion were to continue to develop, it would be difficult for the Olgazards, with only poor administrative mechanisms, to directly govern all of the territory.

As the knights grow up, it is not the natural path to give and seal the territory.

This attempt will also be its litmus stone.

Bardo entrusted the knight Kizmeltre to the house of the Lowen family.

Serious and eye-catching, Kizmertol must be able to operate the money necessary for the maintenance and development of the house and pay the Olgazard family a good enough sum.

Such a percentage and method of payment will become the standard for future fusarions.

In October of this year, Gore Fact, the second son of Knight Noah, was knighted.

Baldo Lowen.

And the year was another four thousand two hundred and eighty three years, and hastily passed, and four thousand two hundred and eighty four years.

Bardo turned seventy-two.

Baldo, who had completely recovered from his health these days, had cemented his intention to embark on his last journey.

Start by visiting Gordon Zarkos on Maisian soil and eat a black shrimp ghost armor grill.

Then visit Uncle Linz and walk through the stalls.

Take a step further into the king's capital of Parzam and see the face of Prince Baldrant.

Prince Baldrant should be eight now, and if he shows his face now, he'll remember Baldo all the time.

I thought there was a scandal in Morse Village this year.

It was discovered that the village chief had fraudulently judged the salt and made a profit by misusing the tax money to give it away.

But this was not so much a matter of bad faith as a result of a lack of knowledge in the management of income and expenditure.

Anyway, the population of each village in Fusarion is comparable to that of a large city when it comes to the periphery.

The size of the economy would multiply.

Until then, what was a self-sufficient life began to produce many times more than village consumption and boost trafficking.

Besides, its magnitude swells.

It is also impossible not to follow with the sense of management of the village chief in the countryside.

If you ask the village for this responsibility, you will not be a slave to a whole village.

At the Olgazard family, he managed to make a steep field by spitting out the accumulation.

This expense is not even painful for the most uphill fusarion.

But if the same thing happens in the future, I'm just sorry for the damage.

It was decided that a proper ruler was still needed in order not to tread the same.

So Knight Talanka was appointed deputy.

The deputy assistant asked me to lend him the knight Tulgator, and Bardo agreed in consultation with the knight Kizmertol.

In addition, the management of the village of Cogus was on the verge of bankruptcy, where the knight Quinta was to be seconded as deputy.

Wanted by its aide, Knight Dali, Bardo agreed in consultation with Knight Noah.

Next, we talked about wanting that knight Noah to be lent to a deputy in the village of Holliers.

Knight Noah wanted Knight Hungator as an adjunct.

In addition, although in an anomalous form, the right to collect taxes remained that of the Rohen family, with the knight Kizmertol to assume the position of deputy of the village of Egalus.

Originally, the village of Egalus had excellent village chiefs, and Kizmertol also checked the books from time to time and gave advice.

In it, Kizmertl felt there were too few people who could manage their affairs.

So I started gathering young people to teach advanced reading and writing calculations.

At this time, the young people of Kizmertol's Kaoru will contribute greatly to the development of the Fusarion.

By the way, a knight Helidan was appointed deputy to the pastoral village of Tartes, but he left the practice to his children's men early and returned to running the city district.

vibrant arrangements, it should be said.

Most of all, Helidan was given the role of continuing to guard the security of the entire Fusarion as the head knight of the Olgazard family, and he could not be very much stuck in the village of Tartes because he was entrusted with the exchange of supplies with the four working villages and even their escorts.

All in all, this past year, Bardo could not embark on a journey.

Because Baldo himself was often driven out by inspections and adjustments.

Baldo Lowen.

Four thousand two hundred and eighty-five years after the beginning of the year.

Six years after the adventure of The Cave of Trials, Bardo turned seventy-three.

It is the twelfth year since Patarapoza fell asleep.

My body, which was still old and rough, was thin and loose, and my hair turned bright white.

Bardo thinks about it a lot these days.

About Patara Poza.

About that monster.

No.

Is that monster really a patarapoza?

Is it the Great Dark God?

If so, isn't it inevitable fate that Baldo, who receives Patarapoza as his patron saint, will belong to the monster?

Since he made that monster his patron saint, didn't Bardo walk every step of the way to become his servant?

No.

No, it's not.

The way that monster leaps has touched people's eyes only slightly, albeit in the darkness of history.

People called the monster Patarapoza the Dark God.

So surely, that monster is also the Dark God Patarapoza.

But that doesn't mean that the Dark God Patarapoza is that monster.

So who is Patara Poza?

Because Bardo made the god his patron saint.

Bardo thought.

I figured it out.

I kept staring at the depths of my heart.

I chose Patarapoza as my patron saint because, indeed, that is the unpopular God, and most clerics do not know its doctrine or anything else.

In other words, it is easy to go back and preach.

But.

But in that other back part.

Something happened.

Why choose the Dark God Patarapoza as his own patron saint.

Thoughts that must be done.

or rather unpleasant thoughts.

Bardo was disobedient.

For the knights to put up all that is beautiful, all that is good, all that is right, and all that is deafening, and to take a knight's oath like floating in the universe.

I see, where the knight aspires, he must be true and good.

But a knight who lives in reality shall live in the midst of the unstoppable.

Can turning away from that reality and wearing a palatable word be sworn in by a true knight?

Bardo has always thought so.

Patalapoza is roughly the god of all vices.

Jealousy, resentment, hatred.

Desire to conquer, desire to dominate, all desires.

Laziness, despair, fear, cowardice.

Lies, deception, betrayal.

But is there any human gain away from evil?

Rather, isn't it the reality that the more you try to live beautifully, the more ugly it is that you live, whilst being surrounded by lies and betrayal and subjected to unfulfilled justice?

It is nothing more than thin self-satisfaction, such as the goodness obtained by wanting good and staying that way.

It is the good that has been grasped in the blood, fighting the evil in me and having the evil that cannot be completely cut off in any way, that is the real good.

There is no joy in goodness.

There is joy after good and evil.

Those who do not know evil, and do not seek to acknowledge evil in all of them, will not at last reach true good.

What if I refuse to forgive any evil?

There will be no place in this world for human beings to live.

A narrow amount of judgment, which cannot even admit the slightest evil as comfort, will uproot the tranquillity from a man's heart.

There's a lack of, loosen up.

It lacks acknowledging and loosing the weakness of those who have to have evil.

What is it not the mission of a knight to acknowledge and forgive the life of a man who lives in virtue but leads that life to slight goodness?

That's why Bardo thought.

I wished deep down.

I don't want to be a knight who just puts himself on the side of good and cuts evil.

I don't want to be a knight who doesn't look down on me and just judges people from heights.

I want to be a knight who can stare properly at the evil in me.

I want to be a knight who admits evil in others and loves and mercies every person in that evil.

I want to be a knight who knows and understands the pleasures and sorrows in people's hearts.

I want to be a knight who can swallow the filth in people's hearts.

Yes, Bardo screamed in his heart.

The cry of his heart made Bardo choose Patarapoza.

It is a patron saint that people listen to.

But Patarapoza is a certain god of evil, as well as a god who lets it go.

He is a God who encloses and gently wraps the ugly things, the good things, in the midst of the darkness.

A man sleeps in the tranquillity of the night, admitted and let loose of his whole being alive.

God, who once gave men equal rest, is the Patarapoza.

That is the kind of god Patarapoza that Bardo made a patron saint of.

It is from such implications that Bardo made Patarapoza his patron saint.

Because.

The monsters who are still trying to wake up from their sleep on the island of captivity are not patarapoza or anything like that.

At least, it's not Patarapoza that Bardo made a patron saint of.

So who is the monster on the island of captivity?

It is because of my desires that I have manipulated and betrayed the hearts of the good ministers of Parzam, Goriola, and I have taken my life, and the future of him and his family.

To find a single demon sword, he was the one who used Manuno to make eight hundred warcraft, to wipe out all the innocent tries, and to shed the blood of the brave men in the castle of Rhodvan.

The white flames of anger that had previously been in Bardo's mind continued to burn without disappearing in the depths of his heart.

Use that anger as the strength of your heart to confront the evil spirit king.

By organizing his mind in this way, Bardo was able to create a mindset that confronted the monster.

But now Bardo's body and mind are obsolete because of his old age and because of his terrible beyond limits and the years of euthanasia that followed.

I can't face to face like this.

If you faced that monster in such a state, you would be captured in an instant and manipulated like the other person.

That's not that Jana's bracelet would prevent it.

Now Baldo is like a sword with no contents but a sheath.

Neither can a miracle magic apparatus be protected if there is nothing to protect.

Let's go on a journey.

Bardo made up his mind this time.

To return to a definite knight.

It will be the last adventure of your life, to prepare for a face to face with the monster.

Go on a journey and get me back.

Bardo decided April was the time to leave.