The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

I tried to take one of the cars out for a living, but I wasted a lot of time saying that Jurchaga was going to follow me this time.

I was wondering what to do, and Doriatessa literally held the root and told me.

This civilian lord's coordinating power is exactly what we need now, and we can't take him with us or anything.

The population of Fusarion as a whole is more than twelve thousand, and it is still growing on the moon every day.

"Take Seto instead," Doriatesa asked.

Seto is about nineteen now.

It should be very helpful for Doria Tessa because the public is very good at negotiating.

"That's why.

Seto is also one of the talent who will eventually stand behind this fusarion.

I want to show you the wider world right now.

How many more times will Master Bardo be able to embark on a journey like this?

The truth is, it's as much as I'd like to offer.

Please take Seto with you. "

You can't say no until you ask me to.

So this trip was set to go out with Bardo, Cars and Seto.

Cars is wearing new leather armor by leather armor artisan Nitay.

When it comes to Baldo, he looks like an easy-dressed traveler.

The Leather Armor of the Warcraft, which I loved for fourteen years, was re-tailored and gave way to Quinta.

Of course, the ancient sword and Jana's bracelet are worn.

Even that leather armor is heavy on Baldo today.

Seto wore leather protective gear in his normal traveler-style outfit.

Carla dropped him off resentfully.

I don't want to take you with me, but Kara's burden has suddenly increased since the death of Old Pinnen and her druggist Zaria.

Sometimes Carla started using the technology at all costs.

I went down the road around the west.

I mean, I went through the place where the road was maintained.

In the first camp, Bardo thought of his decay.

It is painful to lay low on the ground and sleep.

My body hurts.

Oh, my God.

Baldo's body could not sleep without a soft bed.

I had no choice but to mow the grass and lay it down to sleep.

Then now the blue smell of grass hit my nose.

I hung up and slept, but I can't sleep very well.

When I finally thought I could sleep, the dawn wind cold woke up in my joints.

Bardo sighed in pity.

Seto wasn't used to camping either, he was cluttered in preparation, but he slept easily at night.

I was jealous of its ease and youth.

Most of all, I can't travel because I forget to pay attention to my surroundings and fall asleep.

I also knew Cars there, and he kicked Seto in sometimes and woke him up.

Cars himself wakes up when something approaches him even when he's asleep, so he doesn't need a night shift, but this is for education.

Within a week or so, I was able to become a little bit of a body, but I still felt the crunch.

This trip decided to go as far as possible on the path of people.

On a sleepless night, I could hear that call again.

Baldo Lowen.

Baldo Lowen.

What the Baldos have now is an independent territory called Kokochi among the great lords of Yadbargi.

It's a small city, but for some reason there's a bunch of well-armed leather artisans here, and they're selling their products to neighboring cities and they're quite thriving.

There was Ganz, so I just took the inn.

So Bardo was to sigh a second time.

It's a bad meal.

Being accustomed to Kamler's meals, Bardo had stopped accepting the food from those stores.

I didn't wonder when I was camping, but when I go into a store like this, I don't hang in there anymore.

Looking resentfully at the tasteless soup and overcooked meat, Bardo remembered Camlar's excellent dishes.

Cumler.

Cumler.

Damn.

Damn.

As he pours his bad dishes in with alcohol, Seto stares at Bardo.

"Surely the food here is terrible"

It is as if I had read Bardo's mind.

Baldo soaked up the liquor.

"The petty patarapoza, the grace of God's food virtue, sometimes comes off,"

I missed hearing for a moment, but there was something caught in my heart, and Bardo sneered at Seto all the time.

"Huh?

Lord Bardo's sworn God is the Patarapoza God.

The person who gave his loyalty was the people.

And the virtues that depend on it are food virtues, right?

Blown.

I blew the liquor that was in my mouth.

Why.

Why does such a young man know that which he kept secret for so many years?

That the virtue set forth by Bardo during the Knight's vows is food virtue.

When questioned, Seto confessed lightly.

Oh, my God, Knight Nut Kajnell asked me.

Knight Nuts Kajnell is a knight of the Argolide family and one of the sides of Chantillion.

I borrowed it from Chantillion during the Great Invasion of Warcraft at Roadvan Castle, but it did me a good job as a deputy.

He came to Fusarion as an escort for the immigrants after the dragon men's attack on the Palace of Parzam.

He then spent quite some time on the periphery, including accompanying him in his investigation into the wind pit.

At that time, I knew I was going around asking Jurchaga, Doriatessa and the children about Bardo's martial arts.

But how could the nuts know about it?

"It's Master Seidelmont.

Lord Nuts heard a lot about Bardo's old days from Lord Seidelmont, who is in the King's capital.

Instead of asking about Goriosa and Geriadra, about the fire, about the creation of the village that followed, we told us that this was a story to keep. "

Cedarmont!

Speaking of which, he was in King's Capital.

Seidelmont is a good man to call Bardo's direct disciple, and he knows a lot about Bardo.

And Seidelmont was particularly cordial with the people of the Tercia family, his home, so it's no surprise he's asking about it.

No, it's not.

That's not what happened.

Bardo did declare the food virtue to be my virtue, and that he would not fulfill his knight's vows.

But what that food virtue means is a virtue that can be eaten deliciously without wasting any food.

May you never go anywhere and hit the good stuff, it doesn't mean.

But colleagues and seniors kept teasing Bardo about it.

Kushinbu Knight, and.

I'd be angry if they made fun of me.

At last, Bardo can intercede with those who say that the virtue when Bardo took the oath is the food virtue.

Then, at last, no one uttered it.

Then there have been decades.

Those who knew died and thought it was something no one knew now.

I didn't know Seidelmont knew.

I never stopped talking about it to him.

Because I didn't think that was necessary.

It was a failure.

Besides, Seidelmont said he told Nutz Kajnell about it.

Perhaps the latest edition of Baldo's biography that Chantillion is publishing will write about it?

Oh!

What an unconsciousness.

2.

It's getting busier in the back.

Looks like someone's doing some kind of story.

In that story, I felt frightened to hear the word "Baldo".

"Look, everybody.

What do you think happened to Sir Baldo Lowen?

That's what I said.

Me and the Devil's Sword Stabolock will chase away such a bandit!

Then for seven days, the old knight stayed in the village of Meeme, and explored the mountains.

The bandits will tremble at Bardo's signs.

I ate the wind and ran away.

Fourteen years after that, I was surprised that the village of Meeme didn't even have the words of a bandit!

From the audience, whoa, whoa.

"What do you say?

I suppose the old knight's virtue has been honored.

But I think it's good.

The old knight has been exploring the mountains for seven days.

I was wondering if you really couldn't find the burglars.

As a matter of fact, many, no, dozens of bandits were left to crusade, and the handles were kept quiet.

I think that's it!

From the audience, yes, yes, a voice goes up.

"Well, since you didn't say anything about yourself, I don't know what really happened.

Anyway, Master Bardo said that when he made peace with the village of Meeme, he did not receive a single thank you and went back on his journey.

Take the two of you. "

The audience says, "Wow, that's a lot."

Bardo felt a cold sweat flowing through his back.

I remember.

The village is a village where Gordon and I stopped by.

Gordon bought the bandit exorcism and Bardo was attached to him.

What this storyteller is talking about is largely in line with the facts, although there are some mistakes in terms of detail.

But the village of Meeme is from here to the south of the great lord of Xela, and again to the south.

If you're a resident around here, you've never even heard of the name Meame Village.

How can there be people in a place like this, and after so much time, who make that rumor?

"Come on, everybody.

All right.

Don't be surprised.

As a matter of fact, Sir Bardo Lowen is here tonight!

Wow, Bardo thought.

I didn't know you knew my face.

I became an exposé in a place like this, it's not a hoard.

"Come on, let me introduce you.

The old knight of the border, the hero Sir Bard Lowen. "

Bardo closed his eyes.

A round of applause showers me.

And Seto put on Baldo's arm.

When I open my eyes and look at Ceto, I'm pointing to the back.

Looking back, it's like there's another guy at the center of the applause.

"Hey, I'm in trouble.

I said I'd come here with patience.

Ha ha.

Well, please, leave me alone. "

That's what I said and laughed at while getting the full attention is a big guy who doesn't look like he's over fifty.

When made into leather armor, it is fitted with metal decorations that make it shiny.

It's cheap to see, and it's another seemingly low-defense substitute, but it might look like a fine armor to a person who doesn't know things.

There's a mixture of white things on your head and beard, but very fourteen years ago, you wouldn't have been old enough to be called an old knight.

Except there was no one here to point that out.

Most likely, a man is a knight.

So does my physique, and I feel that way from the physical waist and just the atmosphere.

I also have a sword.

I guess he's a knight of the stream.

"Wow!

I can't believe I'm meeting with Sir Bardo Lowen.

I can be proud of my wife. "

"Master Bardo.

Take my cup. "

"Whoa, pavilion owner.

To Master Bardo Lowen, bring the most expensive dishes!

The letterhead has become completely popular and has received hospitality around him.

The man who introduced Bardo to his achievements is also a good companion.

The man stayed put and spoke of Baldo's Takeo Tan from next to next.

There is also a mix of exaggeration and deception, but 60% of them are based on facts.

What the hell is this all about?

The feast, which began at this hour, lasted a long time until late at night.

Speaking of Baldo, he was terrified of what would be talked about, and at the beginning he was listening, but then the topic became repetitive, so he went up to the room and slept.

Cars also went upstairs with Bardo.

Seto remained downstairs.

3

Baldo Lowen.

Baldo Lowen.

"Master Bardo.

Dear Bardo. "

Seto woke me up.

What an alarm not to wake up until someone comes near you and shakes your body.

But I guess this is old too.

Still, it's a terribly early hour.

I wonder what happened.

"Later last night, a man named Lord's use appeared and invited Master Bardo's servant to the Lordship Hall."

A sudden invitation so late is a strange story.

"Rumors have been circulating this morning that a lord was killed last night.

The culprit is Sir Bardo Lowen.

The Lords' deputies call the Lords of Melee for a public trial. "

A public trial is a trial that is widely open to the people in order to make them aware of the correctness of the procedure for an important case.

For the most part, it is a badly playful way to convince the people of the decisions of the exchangers.

Alternatively, by judging extremely evil sinners in a dirty way, it clears up the people's nagging.

It is a sort of entertaining and smelling scheme.

But I'm not sure I can even call the Lord of Melee.

Baldo felt the smell there.

Nevertheless, Seto has been getting that much information so early in the morning.

Bardo praised Seto for his work and ordered him to continue to gather information.

Particular attention should be paid to who profits from the Lord's death and whether anyone suddenly behaves better or strangely.

I'll stay in this city until it's done.

Seto nodded and left the room.

Bardo decided to sleep again.

Seto came home where Bardo was finishing his late breakfast and drinking tea.

"You're trying to hold a public trial on behalf of the Lords.

Lords surrogate is the brother of the lord's depths.

I became a knight at the Lord's instinct, and I stayed on the Lord's behalf.

Your wife is already dead.

So the lord has a separated son of his age, and now he's knighthood training in Krask.

Sounds like it's been rumoured that he'll be back next year or so to succeed his lord. "

The information for the moment was to that extent.

Let Seto continue his exploration, and Bardo took a nap.

In the evening, guests gathered at Ganz were held together on the subject of lord-killing.

"Lord Bardo killed his lord."

"Lately, it was a way to raise taxes.

Probably that one.

The old knight has asked the lord to lower his taxes and to negotiate something. "

"Whoa.

So the beautiful lord attacked and returned?

That sounds like a real story. "

There was a man sinking in one corner as the field thrived on unsolicited speculation.

He is the man who spoke of Baldo's martial arts.

Bardo sat across from the man with the liquor.

Cheer up.

Well, do a drink.

"Oh, me.

What to do. "

Well, drink first.

The man drank the liquor Bardo snapped.

I wonder how anxious I was.

As I overlaid the cup, I got drunk.

I can't even talk to you about this.

Hey, you!

We'll be here tomorrow.

I get it.

"Oh, oh."

Seto came home late at night to make a report.

Originally, the city was an easy place to spend, with a good economy and no overcrowding.

But taxes have been going up for a few years now, and I suddenly started collecting them like I thought.

So the lord's reputation is bad these days.

However, upon examination, taxes rose only after the Lords' proxy began to sift through real power.

The public trial will take place in three days, he said, in the square in front of the Lords' Palace.

4.

Day one was fruitless.

Bardo drank alcohol with the man who spoke of martial arts passion and asked what was going on.

The man said he knew Baldo's servant in Linz.

It was about three years ago.

We both spoke with respect for Sir Bard Lowen, who hears rumors.

I could hear a lot of anecdotes about Sir Bard Lowen in Linz, but he said he could hear more when he went to Maisian territory.

The two extended their legs as far as Maisian territory as they liked.

When I named Sir Bardo Lowen to the villagers I had stayed in, he rapped like people had changed and finally told me about the "Night Banquet of Journey Tales".

Somehow, the lord told the story that there were men who came all the way here to listen to Bardo.

The two were summoned, listened to the Baldo legend of the lord Gordon Zarkos, and had him stay for two nights.

The Maisian lord Baldo is not the only one who likes him because he was sent away with even that penny to give him.

They both became more and more fond of Bardo.

The two followed Bardo's journey I heard from Gordon, doing rent work, etc.

And all over the place, I heard Bardo's work, which the parties were not comfortable talking about.

At Ganz, who stayed one day, the two told Bardo's story to the people in line leaving him to get drunk.

The seat was greatly exhilarated.

Many had heard the rumors of Baldo.

The two had just had their drinks and meals, and the people offered them their tuition.

This is going to be business, the two of them realized.

So as we continued our journey, we began to tell the story of Bardo in the first place we stayed.

In speaking, the big man became Baldo's role, playing Baldo's dialogues and gestures.

It didn't mean impersonating the real thing, it just played it.

In response, "Yikes, Master Bardo!" It was also comforting to be able to stand up, for example.

They also stopped in Tuorim territory.

It's a city where three children killed their parents struggled to defeat their brutal former lords.

In the beginning, many people did not believe the story of the two of them about Bardo's involvement with the three children.

But as a matter of fact, the words left by the youngest of the three children were mysterious.

"Dried grapes, they were delicious. Thank you."

The three hated each other as much as the wildlings did, so there shouldn't have been anyone to do the dried grapes.

Who the hell got the dried grapes from, he said, has been the subject of discussion for over a decade.

It is the testimony of these two men there.

They say it's a dried grape from the Zarkos family on Maisian soil.

Speaking of Maisian territory, it is famous as a famous place for dried grapes.

And Gordon Zarkos, his lord, was there to see and hear it, and heard it from Gordon himself.

Speaking of which, the three brothers and sisters and the pedestrian they met the last night also testify that there were two samurai-like travellers when they broke up with the three of them.

Was it?

Was it Sir Bardo Lowen, the old knight on the periphery who hears rumors, who raised dried grapes to the three children?

Besides, he sifted through dried grapes as well as alcohol and various dishes.

What a sweet freak.

People wept and said that when they were going to worship the three tsukas, they would also worship the old knights of the border.

That's good to know.

In the city of Krask, for performances, decorations were added to the armor.

Even Krask received Sir Lowen's adventure Tan.

And I came to the Great Lord Yadbargi.

The two spoke from neither side.

I can be so happy just to play Master Bardo.

How happy would everyone be if it meant that the person came?

So I impersonated Sir Bardo Lowen, and he was summoned to the Lordship Hall and captured for allegedly killing a lord.

"I guess I got punished.

I knew I shouldn't have become a fool. "

To the man who dropped his shoulder, Bardo said, well, I should have stopped letting him.

Four or five years ago, Baldo would have blamed himself badly for talking about Baldo's martial arts tradition, walking, etc., and tried to make him stop immediately.

But the change in physical condition also made a difference in mood.

Anyway, I can't help people walk anymore.

Life on the border is tough.

Wouldn't it at least be good if it were comforting in my story?

That's how I was starting to think about it.

Baldo Lowen.

Baldo Lowen.

5

On the second day, a lot of information came in.

First of all, it was the city's pharmacist who made sure the lord was dead, but the pharmacist is secretly leaking when the wound that caused the fatal injury and the size of the sword Sir Lowen had did not fit.

Next, my daughter, who was taking care of the Lords surrogate that night at the Lords' Hall lobby, has been out of work without permission since the next day.

Bardo commanded Seth to go to the pharmacist and his daughter.

The information obtained as a result was cumbersome to deduce the truth of the case.

Furthermore, Bardo ordered that it be in Cars.

And that night, Bardo told the storyteller.

I was wondering if you were willing to do a generation of stories.