The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

I crossed Auva to reach Padelia.

Bardo was lost in the boat.

He could not decide whether he should do as he had planned to go to the king's capital of Parzam to see the face of Prince Baldrant.

If you go, you won't be treated roughly.

I know that.

Chantillion shouldn't have lost his friendship with Bardo.

There is also Lady Shernelia.

Normally, the queen of the former king often leaves the rear palace for the rest of her life quietly, but since she is the mother of the next king, she should still be in the rear palace, and her power seems very strong.

Bari Toad will be happy to welcome you.

I know that.

But.

The fact that Jules Rant was no longer there somehow made the Royal Palace of Parzam feel terribly remote.

I feel like it's a strange royal palace in a strange country.

I want to get in there and see the prince's face, etc., seems to behave badly and highly layered.

What's the matter?

I got to Padelia thinking so.

I was surprised to get there.

I thought it would be developing, but it's not.

Large shops and warehouses stand, luggage and carriages run to fill the roads, and people's anger flies across them.

I let my eyes glimpse somewhere here.

It's not a trade village or anything like that anymore.

It's a major trading hub.

That night he was supplied by the Paderia manager of the Linz Chamber of Commerce.

He seemed to hear that he was sick, and it was a quiet, stiff feast.

However, the number of products was abundant, the flavor was good, and the liquor served was of high quality.

The next day, he was escorted by his manager and servant to the exit gate of the city.

Previously, the defensive fence was roughly erected and the sentry patrolled, but there were no gates or anything like that.

The gate is truly splendid, and there are two entry points and three exit points to inspect cargo and people entering and leaving.

He told me to go this way, and I was led to the side gate.

No, it may not be a side gate.

The gates where the censorship is located are large and wide, but boneless.

This one is small, but it's made in a luxurious format.

Maybe this is the main entrance.

Then,

"Hey.

Even though our Knights of the Neighbourhood load is censored, is the old man bare?

What the hell is this place......

Ya! "

The wagon squad and the knightly man who commanded it were in line for censorship.

The commander-like man looked at Bardo and circled his eyes.

"Ya, ya!

This one.

Isn't that Master Baldo Lowen?

Anyway, I miss you.

The position of Wazid Entrante has been resigned, but would you like to visit the King's Capital again?

Oh, and I'm just glad you're doing well. "

He is an unrecognizable man.

A knight with dark toy hair and a beard and a dumpling nose, it may be said that he also has a so-so style.

Bardo wondered who he was.

"Captain!

Is this the hero, Sir Bardo Lowen? "

"That's right.

Hmm.

You won't even know your face.

In the passing First War of Nations, he stood on the Castle of Rhode Van to destroy a thousand warcraft, and in the Defense of the King's Capital he defeated a thousand Sinkai armies in his hand, and in the Battle of Hillprimarche he defeated the General of Appetite himself, and in the Second War he stabbed the General of Appetite with only twenty-one horsemen, and he was the great hero who saved our country.

Moreover, Marshal Bardo is the master and guide of His Majesty King Jules Rant.

No, no, that's not all.

What a companion of His Majesty King Jules Lant and Her Majesty Queen Shernelia.

I've seen it with these eyes, so I'm pretty sure.

As a matter of fact, I believe that the name of the next king, Prince Baldrant, must have been taken from the name of Lord Baldo.

Everybody!

Everybody!

He is the hero Bardo Lowen.

Say hello!

"Whoa, this guy."

"Dear Valdo Lowen!

No, spare me the fuss, Bardo thought, but it's too late.

Those who waited for censorship, and those who guarded, came near and worshipped Bardo.

After some heady noise for a while, somehow, Bardo was supposed to go west with a squad of knights.

"It seems a dream to have fought under Lord Bardo's command."

What? What?

Has this knight fought under me?

Oh.

Maybe he was in the King's Army during the battle of the King's Capital or the battle of the Plains of Casse.

And Bardo, by the way, turned to water to introduce himself.

"Oh!

I apologize for this.

In fact, three years ago, I worshipped the Knights of the Borders.

It was only after the transfer of Rhode Van Castle to the Goriola Empire that the home of the Knights of the Borders was transferred to Fort Corpos.

The size of the Knights has since been reduced to less than half, but now it is on the rise again, as trade with the Goriola Empire has also flourished in the South.

That padelia, originally made by the Kingdom of Parzam, has been like Uncle Linz's territory in disintegration since Uncle Linz offered to take the place of his defensive power shoulders.

It's really a joke. "

No, Bardo wondered what your name was more than that, but a man like a knight's deputy gave me a help ship.

"Lord Enes, you have had your sword crossed with Lord Bardo."

"Uhm.

Exactly complete defeat.

Now it's the best brag for me. [M]

Ha, ha, ha, ha. "

Enes.

Enes.

It's a name I heard somewhere.

But you've crossed swords with me.

I have exchanged swords with the knight of Parzam...

I remember!

Enes Caron.

He was a division winner at the Border Martial Arts Association and fought in an exemplary match.

Bardo said with a firm face, Lord Enes Caron seemed well and above all.

Enes Caron laughed at a bearded toy face.

2.

Enes was a nostalgia, and as he walked for a while, he got toned up, becoming a pretty good talker on the road.

Bardo heard a lot from Enes about the recent Parzam situation.

What surprised me in that was that knights were regularly dispatched from Parzam to Pakula.

There were circumstances to this.

Before and after the outbreak of the First Nations War, his predecessor, Jules Rant, had offered to lend the lead knight Cedermont Expengler to the Tercian family in Pakla.

At first, the reluctant Tersian family was also pushed off on the condition that the period be limited to three years and that instead two knights be dispatched to Pacra.

But these two knights fled back in a year.

The harshness of the winter fortifications and the horrors of the Warcraft could not withstand.

The Tercians urged me to return Cedarmont immediately.

King Julelant was baffled.

Seidelmont, who was originally meant to be welcomed by the General, is in the seat of the Upper General due to changing circumstances.

Though the First Nations War ended in victory, the King's Army is exhausted and in urgent need of rebuilding.

Fair, caring, tactically superior and impossible to command, Cedarmont was a man who had to now.

And no matter what, for Jules Rant, Seidelmont is like his brother who trained as a knight together under Bardo, and he can't help but be so attentive and trustworthy.

So King Juleland lent five very young knights for a period of five years.

It includes working out and using it so that you can feel comfortable with it.

At that point, once there had been three years of the original promise, Seidelmont intended to give it back to Pacra.

When the three-year period passed, however, it was rough at the end of the Second War of Nations and the project of restructuring the entire nation's military power to the west and south, and we could not really get Seidelmont out of it.

And he loaned five more young knights for a period of five years, and asked them to extend the loan period of Seidelmont for three years.

In doing so, the knights who first deposited them over a five-year period returned.

There was something remarkable about their first growth.

It was the middle and lower nobles of the king's capital who laid eyes on it.

The shortcut to the emergence of their second son, the third son, is to raise his military merit, but he can't accumulate a lot of combat training if he goes to the Knights of the King's Capital to train.

Also, I have trouble having a mentoring relationship with a strange house, or if I send it to a senior aristocrat for training, it will only be conveniently used.

If you send it to the Tercia family for training, will you raise it to be a useful knight?

Besides, the Tercians, far from the king's capital, have no clutter.

I don't have a problem with the family because it's the king's home.

The noblemen who thought about it offered the king that the three sons of the near-knight's reign should be accompanied by a corresponding gratuity because they wanted to send them to Pakula for training.

The king was puzzled.

As for the pacra, it's just totally annoying that even if I take on a knight apprenticeship, I'll leave after two or three years.

So those who trained in Pakla and became knights made the condition that they would then follow holy service in Pakla for five years, during which time they would be unpaid and the cost of their stay would be at their own expense.

There were many who would back off when they heard this condition, but some still wished.

The king sent them to Pakla.

Since then, training in Pakula is becoming entrenched, he said.

Baldo went off.

Just because you remember the battle of your warcraft opponent doesn't mean you'll be better at how to wage war in the Middle Plains.

The king's army of Parzam is special among the armies of the Middle Plains.

Immediately adapted Jules Rant and Cedarmont are exceptions to the rule.

But if you think about it, it's not even that bad.

In an army that focuses on equipment, tactics and organization, individual martial arts are difficult to grow.

If you train in Pacura, you will be severely questioned about working with individual martial arts and small numbers.

If whoever learns that fights in a Parzam-style army, isn't that what makes it an invincible army?

It's not a bad story for Pakla either.

A small number of seats would be annoying, but if the overall number were to be considerable, and they would serve for five years after the Knight's reign, there would be plenty of room for personnel.

That way, you can let the injured treat you slowly, and you can turn people around plenty for bandit crusades and patrols.

Moreover, the cost is self-serving.

Bardo prayed that this attempt would turn well.

By the way, Seidelmont is still an Upper General and says he is receiving a Marquis with no territory.

He left his wife behind in Pakula, but there are rumors that he welcomed the queen in the Wang capital.

3

Shortly before the city of Mithra, the Enes Carons turned north.

He said he was transporting the load directly to Fort Corpos.

Most of the load is food, and it's really faster to buy it at Mithra, but then it's a little expensive.

If we order directly from Linz and go get it ourselves, it's pretty cheap.

That's where they regularly buy bulk products.

This time Enes, the head of the delegation, accompanied him on purpose, apparently to find out about Paderia's defensive posture and so on.

After sparing their farewell, Enes and the others left.

"Lord Enes Caron has a lot of respect for Bardo."

In response to Seto's inquiry, Bardo replied, um, vaguely.

"You must be strong enough to be head of the Knights of the Borders."

From the winner of the division of the Border Race Martial Arts Association, Bardo replied.

As a matter of fact, there was no such thing as how strong Enes Caron was, and so on, in Bardo's memory, so there was no other answer.

Bardo, Cars and Seto went through the gates of Mithra.

There wasn't enough baggage to be examined in particular, and censorship was a very simple one.

What Bardo used here was a bill of lading issued by Uncle Linz this time.

This bill also says the gates of the king's capital will be broken.

Uncle Linz's bills are also well qualified.

The city of Mithra has also grown.

Isn't it about twice the size of the original, breaking and adding to the walls?

This first development also nods because there has been a dramatic increase in the exchange of goods with Paderia, which was almost always the case before, and because it has also become a relay point for the export of supplies from the South to Goriola.

There was no noise at the gate and I let him in safely, but I was concerned that someone would notice Baldo in the city.

I didn't seem to need to worry about that.

Anyway, Bardo nowadays looks like nothing but an old common traveler.

Whatever it was that was wearing fine armor, such a qualitative figure could not have caught the eye.

And, by the side of the road, there are people looking at this one with a surprised face.

A woman of thirty years of age.

He holds a basket with luggage and has a daughter and a pussy girl beside him.

"Dear Valdo Lowen..."

In the midst of the mess, I could see the woman's mouth moving that way.

A woman comes running over here.

He comes to the side of the horse and talks about something.

Bardo stepped out of Uytan.

"Um.

Um.

Oh, thank you. "

What are they thanking me for?

I didn't know, but um, Bardo nodded.

"Good.

I could finally thank you.

All the time, all the time.

I wanted to thank you.

Um, this. "

and offered something wrapped in pope leaves from his luggage.

Bardo received it.

"It's our prized bread.

Wow, I invented it.

Eat it.

I don't have sunshine, so eat today.

So ha. "

That said, the woman took the girl's hand and left early enough.

The woman waves as she looks back.

Looking back at his hand, Baldo thought, "Well, I think I remember that woman's face, where did I see her face?"

When I opened the pope leaves, there was a pinch of bread in them.

But this bread...

The bread eaten by the common people is not the same ingredient or method of making it as the bread that can be eaten in the royal palace or in the houses of the higher nobility.

The bread of the common man is sunny, but hard and unsavory.

But this bread is different.

White and fluffy.

And for some reason, I want to be square and flat.

Maybe this is a big piece of bread baked and sliced into thin pieces.

Baldo twitched one of them in four pieces.

In my mouth, there was a lot of ambiguity.

This umami consists of fresh vegetables, smoked meat and then.

I wonder what it is.

Two types of sources are used.

One is sweet and spicy and gives me as strong a stimulus as it is in my tongue.

This sauce is perfect for smoked meat.

Smoked meat is thinly torn and easy to eat.

The other kind of sauce seems sweet and sour and envelops the entire tongue.

This sauce goes with vegetables.

No, that's not all.

It's a cow bouillet woo!

The cow's bouillet woo is applied thinly to the bread.

Such expensive objects are now available to ordinary people.

Speaking of which, this bread.

I might be mixing cow bouillet woo when baking.

Otherwise, I can't explain this softness and sweetness.

Of the three remaining slices, one was fed to Cars and Seto.

The last one was eaten by Bardo again.

The bread pinch then subsided in my stomach.

Bardo looked back at the two of them and said, we're going home.

Then he turned around Yuetan's horse's head and began to move towards the gate he had just come in.

"Huh?

Huh?

Weren't you going to the king's capital of Parzam?

Going home, are you going back to Fusarion now?

Seto seems confused.

Cars follows Bardo with no expression as usual.

That's right.

Go home.

I've already seen what I need to see.

Parzam develops and thrives, and people's hearts are bright.

Isn't that right?

I already did what I had to do.

So is Jules Rant.

After that, the next people will be responsible.

Old knights should just watch in the distance.

It seemed to me that Lady Shernelia had not informed Bardo about Jules Lant's death or what happened after that.

Baldo can do what Baldo can and must do.

Isn't there still a big job left in Baldo?

When Patarapoza wakes up, it's about face-to-face with him and asking him what he wants and what he's trying to do.

Of course, just because you hear it doesn't mean you can do anything.

Neither sword nor bow will pass before his power, nor will the ancient sword be powerless.

But you have to ask.

The secret he's holding. The truth about this world.

Someone has to ask him.

Someone is now Baldo.

Probably close at that time.

Strange thing, when I ate the bread pinch I got from a strange woman, something stuck in Bardo's belly disappeared softly.

The goodness of the bread erased my obsession.

The obsession is a wonder as to how to face the patarapoza.

Bardo has been asking himself what he can grab and leave behind from that face to face, even though he is a better opponent than he can fight.

Fine.

You don't have to leave anything behind.

Bardo doesn't feel anything.

The business of men continues.

Continue by the perspiration and wisdom of each people.

You just have to believe that.

I just need to see you.

You just need to hear what you need to hear from it and feel what you need to feel.

You don't have to think ahead of time about whether to do something with it or leave something to be told.

You just have to meet me with a blank heart.

And you can take what happens and behave as you please.

I will be a drop of water.

A drop of water fell on the rock, crushed and scattered, and the rock doesn't even have a slight scratch.

But as countless water droplets crumble and scatter, one day there will be holes in the rock as well.

As long as I am a drop of water.

Behold the prosperity of Parzam.

Even such a miserable and despicable city on the outskirts of the country has become so rich.

What is wrong with the good taste of this bread?

There are many people, and their expressions are lively.

There are no children who feed travellers by being poor.

It's Jules.

This was brought to you by Jules Run.

Jules didn't fall half-witted.

It burned its life, proceeded with reforms, enriched the country and died.

If Jules had spared his life, there would have been no such development.

That's right.

I don't need to waste my life.

There is no need to worry about how to retain the knowledge gained from Patarapoza, etc.

I can't think of anything more, so there's no way.

So don't even think about it, just face to face.

I don't think so, because I spare my life.

Because I lose this life, I feel like I want it in return.

I'm actually sparing my life wanting to at least have someone present and retain the knowledge I've gained.

You don't have to think about it.

You just have to throw it away, life, yourself, what you've lived in.

I can't throw it away, so I get lost.

No need to get lost or worried at all.

But as it is ordained, then spend the time as best you can.

Face Patarapoza to the best of your ability and pull out as much as you can.

That could be knowledge that will be lost as it is, but isn't that good?

The road begins later.

Either way, I can only leave it to the reckoning of the gods, such as after I fall.

You can throw it away. Everything.

That's not taking me lightly.

It's a last resort to burning lives and living to the last moment.

Now finally, Bardo is ready to face Patarapoza.

The name of the woman who gave Baldo bread was Etna.

Fifteen years ago, Bardo, who left his home and traveled, sold two corulose to Ganz one day to become a guest there.

The girl who met my niece took care of Baldo's water.

The next day, as the girl tried to travel to enter Mithra's school, the rogues who bulldozed the city tried to keep quiet.

Baldo suppressed the rogues, and the girl was able to leave safely.

But the girl was confused by the noise and forgot to thank Bardo.

I forgot to even ask for Baldo's name.

But that's not all she thanked you for today.

The girl who went to school in Mithra started working in a bakery.

I even worked after I graduated from school.

I had a lover for her like that.

To make money, his lover became a knight's squire and went to Fort Corpos.

There was an anomaly in that Fort Corpos.

The girl showed herself to her lover.

Rumors also spread that a herd of warcraft had appeared and killed both knights and squires.

The girl prayed desperately to the gods.

My lover left safely.

I didn't just get home safely, I put a lot of pay and bounty into things.

A man named General Bardo Lowen came to the rescue to help me, and he said he let me handle it.

Then just one day for a while, the city is noisy.

How dare General Baldo Lowen visit the city?

In an attempt to see the face at a glance, she rushed to the Lordship's residence.

It was that guy.

General Bardo was the one.

It's that knight.

He was that godlike old knight who reached out to me for help when I traveled from the border.

Etna wanted to thank General Bardo.

But there are too many people, too much noise, to approach the old knight or deliver a word of thanks.

She waved in tears.

Eventually she married her lover.

Her uncle also came out of the border.

The three of them opened the store.

It's a small shop that bakes and sells bread and also feeds on food.

I can have three children, and they're both raised safely.

She prayed to God every day about the old knight.

Thank you for making me so happy.

Please, let me thank you one day.

Her wish came true today.