The Old Knight of a Frontier District

4.

Without even looking louder and intimidating Cardos, Bardo was still watching the dust illuminated by the belt of light.

The dust is dancing fine because it's what Cardos talks about with his exaggerated movements.

I guess the dust is going to be making a big fuss of itself.

Without knowing it's small and thought enough to take.

and so on and Bardo thought.

I guess Cardos sees the silence that hits the room as a sign of Baldo's confusion and grit.

The aggressive look is mixed with an irresistible delight.

Baldo is

One line of angels is everywhere now.

And snapped.

"The angel was set up ten days ago.

You will have already crossed Auva and driven a carriage to the king's capital.

Whatever you're up to now, it's too late. "

That was good. Wow, and he snapped, and Bardo put a piece of paperwork out of his chest stash and put it on the table.

Cardos grabbed the paperwork suspiciously and opened it and read it.

After a while, my face turns bright blue.

"Ki, you.

This, this, this. "

It says numbers, year and totals.

Numbers are amounts.

Every year, Gadusha Border Marquis delivered large sums of money to Cardos.

as a resource for Idra's life and for her child's upbringing.

Never before has the money been delivered to Idra.

It would have been used for Cardos to retain his place in the clan, and for Coendella to develop his forces on the border.

As he confessed himself, Cardos thought the prince had forgotten about Idra.

Borderline Marquis was foolish and honest in following the instructions he was given, sending him money every year, and there was nothing wrong with diverting.

In the first place, it was Cardos who made it convenient for the Border Marquis.

Naturally, you have to be yourself in return, Cardos may have thought.

To those of the clan, this gold may have been taken as proof that the border marquis was the back shield of Cardos.

Only a very small number of people have been informed that the prince lived here in hiding.

Idra can't even know about this money.

Cardos will wonder why Bardo knows.

The amount is written exactly.

If you examine the materials of the main castle of Coendella and his subordinates, you cannot deceive that no remittance has been made to Idra, and that the money provided by the Borderline Marquis was used by Cardos for his own good.

Without even looking at the wolfish Cardos, Bardo started talking to himself, looking at the belt of light anyway and the dust playing in it.

In the countries of the centre of the continent, the wrinkles on a person's fingers are called fingerprints.

The pattern of the wrinkles is different from one person to another, which is evidence of the person's own discernment.

You think they sometimes stamp Zhu Ink on their fingers instead of stamping them?

The paper that pushed this sign is also called a fingerprint.

Besides, fingerprints seem to remain the same from birth to death.

If you take the fingerprints of a newborn little baby, it will prove, even decades later, that it is the baby himself.

In the royal family and elsewhere, when a child is born, the fingerprints of all the fingers of both hands are taken on the fiftieth day.

This fingerprint seems to be similar when there is a blood connection.

The fingerprints of the first king of the kingdom of Parzam were in the form of a double whirlpool.

It continues to be photographed in precise pictures and remains.

Double whirlpool fingerprints often appear on those who draw royal blood as well.

The closer the shape of this fingerprint is to that of the First King, the more it is considered a sign of the intense inheritance of the blood of the First King.

It's a powerful basis for acquiring the right to inherit the throne.

That's not how Prince Wendeland was granted the right to inherit the throne despite his mother's low status.

And twenty-nine years ago, when a child was born in a hall by that lake, the prince imitated the royal customs and took his fingerprints on the fiftieth day.

That sounded just like the prince.

I mean, he looked just like the first king.

The prince would have been pleased.

You may have felt something like destiny.

Bardo, after talking that far, looked more at Cardos.

Cardos was like a doll made of stone.

Until earlier, the hegemony disappeared and suddenly he looks about twenty years old.

Bardo uttered a stubborn word.

The fingerprints are.

Prince Wendelland had it from the beginning.

I think they'll still keep it safe.

No further explanation was given.

It is clear without explaining what will happen to Zeon.

If we get to Wang Du, they'll take fingerprints right away.

It is verified, and it is discovered that he hath deceived the king's son.

The lies and sins of Cardos, who cordially and politely explained his history to the line of angels, also become apparent.

King Wendeland's wrath will be a stifling one.

Now Cardos, at the extremes of confusion and despair, will notice odd points if he regains his calm thinking skills.

Why did the angel lie about the double whirlpool?

Why is Bardo so familiar with the circumstances on King Wendeland's side?

The answer is obvious.

The angel knew that if he explained the fingerprints, Cardos might be guilty of murder for fear of my ruin.

I would have taken Zeon knowingly that he was a fake.

Then you must also have found out the real prince and his location.

Because otherwise you cannot return to King Wendeland.

It was the angel who taught Baldo the amount of his pension.

Bardo and the angel were exchanging information.

Bardo held a close meeting with an angel who was staying at a separate residence of the Coendella family, explaining the facts to the best of his knowledge and showing the knife and the imprint.

When the angel stamped the stamp and left the evidence, he returned it to Bardo once.

And Baldo gave it to Jurchaga, and asked him to make a fortune.

The mischievous Jurchaga took part in this operation with great joy.

How to deceive a double whirlpool was left to the angel.

Priest Bari Toad, the angel,

"I'll think of something. Wow.

Explain it as interesting as possible. "

He said and laughed.

So when I heard Cardos' bragging explanation earlier, Bardo was impressed with the priest's romantic creativity.

5

"Wow, you're killing me...?

A weak and faint voice reached Baldo's ear.

Look, in front of you, there's an old man sitting.

The shadow, which was a hatefully chunk of energy, is nowhere.

It's a faint old tree-like man out there.

My eyes are pounding, I'm crying.

If I pinch it up, it's going to break pompous.

It's like even losing the power of decent thinking.

A helpless, anxious man was there.

What an ugly way to take the year, Bardo thought.

Originally, he should have been a little smarter.

No, in fact, it was a forceful and abusive way, but this man, he has cut up the territory well and developed his power.

But everything changed when Prince Wendeland sent a letter to him that he wanted to be a hero and welcome his wife and son.

From the letter, the high temperatures of the prince's affection and the strength of his affection for his wife and son have been conveyed in various ways.

What this man did then is strategically correct.

He threw up the gold rush, but he succumbed to the Nola family and tried to win the Great Lord's seat.

And it worked.

If you become a great lord, even princes, you can't have private revenge that easily.

Because it's just that I sent the prince's wife and son home.

The sin of wearing that alimony remains, but the loan that once made the prince a jerk and gave the princess what was supposed to be the righteous queen at all costs does not disappear.

But when the prince decided to take over the throne, everything turned upside down again.

If you were to wear maintenance for the king's eldest son, the weight of your sins would be different.

Also, what would Idra, who was called to the king's capital, say to King Wendeland how Cardos behaved?

If Jullan had certain powers in the kingdom of Parzam, the Tercians would gain powerful asylum.

What awaits Coendella is decay and ruin.

This man must have thought desperately.

The way that Coendella can survive.

And I came up with a proposal to make a fake of King Wendelland's son.

Yeah, probably.

The Lords' Meeting was held to take away the interests of the Zariza Silver Mine from the Tercians in order to be sure.

Does Princess Idra know who her son's father is?

Do the people of the Tercia know?

When he saw how he had handed over the interests in the missouri silver mine, Cardos thought.

The Tercians don't realize they have trump cards.

It is not known whether it was before or after the Lords' Council that the Messengers of the Borderline Marquis came.

Anyway, at that time, as proof of the king's wife and son, I heard about the double whirlpool and imprint.

This man, nodding, offered to call Princess Idra and Jules Run to Coendella.

Thinking about what would have happened if I had responded to the call, I feel chilly.

When I was turned down, I at least sent a samurai.

But you can't find the impression whether you're looking for it or not, and you don't know about the whirlpool and the dot.

That was when it was found that the princess's trusted Baldo had left the Pacuran territory shortly after the Lords' Conference.

Baldo, who had never left the Tercian family territory as a patron saint, disappeared from the Pakla territory.

So at a time like this, it's also in a roughly non-bald way of abandoning the home.

I wouldn't have thought so.

But looking into it, Bardo was headed for Linz.

Princess Idra thought she had entrusted or was about to entrust Baldo with the items of evidence.

With that in mind, I can also see why Yotish expressed a different interest in the bag of gold coins given to Baldo by the Tercian family.

I also know what Guienzara's raid means.

And the raid failed twice.

For failing to use his strongest pawn, Red Raven, and even dismissing his lashes.

Bardo told Cardos that if he hadn't fired Ven Urrill, he could have killed me.

"Wow, I didn't fire you.

On the contrary, he said that if he killed Bardo Lowen, his reward would be increased.

And Azuma of Guienzara banished the Red Raven, and turned to the assassin.

I'm losing two knights with arms. "

This man was really being hunted down.

to my own past deeds.

Originally, King Wendeland had a great loan, so I should have confessed the truth to the angel without doing something stupid like tailoring the prince's fake.

However, the fact that the letter to Princess Idra was opened on its own without delivery to the person and duly stated disturbed the confession.

Wearing without informing Princess Idra while receiving her pension from Borderline Marquis and perhaps making a bullshit report also prevented her from telling the truth even more now.

In the end, there was nothing but building a castle of deception and contrivance on the foundations that had been painted with lies.

This man should have been ecstatic when he found out about Princess Idra's death.

By the hope that even Princess Idra will deceive you.

The real Jules Run, of course, had to be killed in the guise of an accident, but the question was first, what about the angel?

I also need proof to lie.

Jurchaga brought his imprint when he was in distress with his angel line stopped at a separate mansion by the lake.

This man jumped at it.

Impressions were used to impress the angel.

I could tailor my own son to the prince of the kingdom of Parzam.

I would have felt like I had risen from the underworld to heaven.

And I was just informed that it had fallen on the other side of the edge of ruin a long time ago.

Neither the lies nor the betrayals that have piled up would have come to light had it not come to light: the crowning of King Wendeland.

It may be said that it was Bardo himself who made the last push, because it was Bardo who made the impression on Jurchaga.

Still, what a pity.

Has everyone been flirting with such a thing?

And Bardo thought.

Two things, something springing up in my chest.

I have something to boil down to.

The anger that had always, always, gone into the depths and sealed, gushes up.

Friends and subordinates who, while continuing their battle with the Warcraft, were cut off in battle by obstinate Coendella molestation and died carelessly.

A knight or soldier who was involved in a dispute with Coendella and Nola and lost his life for no reason.

Farmers who were taxed as well as chased and sold their daughters.

A merchant who was crushed through a distribution route and gave the shop he grew up in over his life to crying manpower.

And.

And.

Master Idra!

A woman with that glowing soul.

I had a gentle and noble heart.

He was considered to have had a child without a formal wedding, and therefore had to live a shaded life.

Could there have been richer spring and autumn?

Wasn't he someone who was lived in a wider world?

Bardo has forbidden himself to think so.

Princess Idra is not cheap enough to be left without a platform in her life every time, Cardos.

The princess's life burned the flame at a height beyond the reach of that scrap-like man.

That's what I've been telling myself.

But.

But.

Right in front of you, put this man down.

Because of my desire and my shallow anxiety, I see in front of me a man who has worked atrocities.

Think of all the things that this man has trampled upon.

Imagine the happiness of the people this man made you lose.

My stomach boiled.

A storm blew in my head and my vision stained bright red.

Bardo could not contain his whole body from being engulfed in angry fireworks.

Cardos looks at Bardo with his eyes open to fear.

Better than any mighty and ferocious warcraft, Bardo was horrible today.

With a flame of anger, even the air around it is as if it were burning in the dust.

Suddenly.

Bardo took a seat, kicked the table and rushed to Cardos, grabbing that collar with his left hand.

Keep pushing the other person's body in.

Soon Cardos' body was pressed against the back wall.

It is decorated with old, but superior, full-body armor.

Baldo took the sword with his armor with his right hand as he pressed Cardos into space with his left hand.

Two soldiers jumped in, twirling through the tapestries behind them as the liquor and cups fell to the floor to make a noisy noise.

He wears armor and has a spear in his hand.

In an attempt to poke that spear against Baldo from both sides, the two soldiers deceived Baldo's anger.

They stopped limping, as if struck by lightning.

Like it was in a gold bondage, I can't move.

Baldo looked up at Cardos, hoisted with his left hand, as he

You have a Lords' meeting in five days.

I heard.

And to Cardos, who nods like a fool,

Return the interests of Silver Mountain taken from Tercia and the city's right to collect taxes at that meeting.

and ordered that, in addition,

Take down any unfair demands on other lords.

I said.

After all, Cardos is just a nod.

At this time, several Coendera ministers came into the room from the entrance side.

I guess I've heard things and come in to protect my Lord.

However, the room was small and the first few people who came in were pressured by an unusual atmosphere and stopped.

A sword is poked at the Lord, and he can't move poorly.

Whether he moves, the anger that emanates from Baldo distracts the air, and he that is swept there, his body is paralyzed, and he does not move.

Bardo let Cardos go, step back, and stick his left hand out.

To the decent Cardos, return the letter, Bardo said.

Cardos, warmly, sent a letter out of his chest concealment and gave it to Bardo.

When I made sure it was Idra's letter, I put it in the chest stash.

And two more steps back, I said in a voice that pushed my anger to death.

I have something to tell you.

Master Idra lived a peaceful and happy life, independent of your thoughts and such.

You can't do this without me.

So I will not avenge you. There is nothing.

But, but.

But what if.

If you ever, ever, ever reach out to Tercia and obstruct her holy duty...

Bardo sifted his sword like a thunderbolt.

Before its speed, its power, its momentum, no one can move.

Bardo's gripped sword devoured half or so of the head of metal armor next to Cardos and stood against the wall behind him.

A helmet that should withstand any sword is crushed and torn apart.

Cardos, trembling, collapsed on the spot.

Bardo looked back.

The eyes are blood-running and bright red.

A flame of anger is burning from all over my body.

And they wondered whether their bodies were burned by the heat that was blowing.

As it was, Bardo walked out.

The ministers of the Coendela family, to the right and to the left, make Baldo.

Despite not having weapons, no one is slaughtered by Bardo, nor does he try to capture them.

The soldiers, who were packing up in the narrow corridor, fell behind them and broke down, paving the way.

The more I walked, the more anger I just swept.

Every breath, every inhale, the flame of my heart gained momentum.

And whosoever seeth his face,

I saw a ghost man.

You must have thought so.

Through the two rooms, he retrieved his sword in the waiting room, penetrated the great hall, and tried to enter the aisle that exited outside.

As everyone looked at Bardo and fled and scattered left and right, there was only one man who would not escape.

It is Jog Ward.

Jog pulled out the great sword.

Whatever Baldo was, he walked away making a noise.

Jog shook up the great sword.

Bardo suddenly pulled out his sword and ran over.

And sooner than Jog slashed him, he struck a sword directly from the front.

It's an old little sword that can't compete with Jog's sword.

but to Baldo at this time, such things didn't matter.

With passion, we met our swords properly.

The sound of steel and steel clashing.

Baldo's sword didn't break.

Was it just one coincidence?

Did Baldo's temper support his sword body?

It's nowhere near unbreakable.

Bardo pushed the jog straight in.

It no longer had anything to do with old age, sore shoulders and lower back, or weakened strength.

At this moment, Bardo's fighting power would have been comparable to that of previous years.

He's about the same height, but slightly thinner at the jog.

As a whole, Baldo is big around the corner.

Warcraft cannot be fought with moves alone.

Without weight, you don't get on the blow, and without the amount of muscle, you push it down.

Baldo's strength (better than Ri's), which has created his body to win the battle against the Warcraft, has wiped out a jog.

Rigg.

Rigg.

Rigg.

Gradually Jog's body is pushed in, and his body turns back into bitterness.

Baldo's advantage is no longer apparent in anyone's eyes.

Koendela's ministers, who know the overwhelming strength of Jog, are speechless.

But Jog Ward, while pushed in, is blinking Baldo's eyes back at a breathtaking distance without flickering at Baldo's temper.

His eyes were filled with joy to fight the mighty enemy.

"No!

Jog.

Don't do it.

Retreat. "

Cardos, who finally rushed back to sanity, made the two of them stop fighting.

It is obvious that Bardo is consigned with an angel.

Bardo is also supposed to be Jullan's mentor and substitute for his father.

If we harm Baldo here, it will finally be a bad thing.

In the meantime, Bardo did not say to return what he had taken, but did not admit to being a great lord.

If you kill Bardo, there will be no hope for Cardos.

"Baldo Lowen!

I'll kill you one day. "

Bardo left Coendella's castle behind, listening to Jog Ward's words on his back.