The Old Knight of a Frontier District

5

My husband came with a new liquor pot and a jar.

I picked up a glass of liquor from Baldo.

Was it a courtesy or an unpleasant feeling?

When my husband sat down in his chair, he poured alcohol into his own jar, and soared.

Pompous, my husband started talking.

The city is made up of cuts of rock salt.

After the popular mayor died, a man named Brando came and began to divide the job.

Brando himself, quite a doer and weigher, said Brando's five sons, who oversee the scene, rule the workers with violence, tie the city's people to debt and behave tyrannically.

The Brando family has a few dozen handsome men, but he seems to be no less of a rogue than his sons.

We decided to leave the adopted girl with her cousin (cousin), who lives in the city of Mithra in the Kingdom of Parzam.

Mithra has a school.

My husband paid tuition with his savings and obtained an admission permit.

The girl says she is the daughter of her dead sister.

On a boarding carriage leaving tomorrow at noon, the girl goes to the riverside city of Linz.

He said he knew you from time immemorial.

Cross the River Ova on Lord Linz's trading ship and ask the trading carriage team to take you to Mithra.

There are officials I know in Linz territory who are firmly counting on me.

When this contract at Ganz is over, my husband wants to go to Mithra and do the dining room, too.

Thanks to my husband, Corulose, I can make him hold a dime, and my husband added booze to Baldo.

Feeling the loneliness of sending out her lovely niece, Bardo poured alcohol on her husband.

6.

Back in his room, Baldo pulled his sword out of his sheath and examined himself.

Ignite the light core and illuminate the sword.

In some places, there is slight cloudiness.

Carefully wipe the clouds with a cloth.

No matter how tired you are, it is always a habit to do this at the end of the day.

Shake the sword after care with your right hand.

If you wiggle it wide upper-right, your elbows and shoulders hurt.

Ancient wounds seem to have swept away.

Attacks that hit from top to bottom are not good.

Next, try swinging your sword up from the bottom left toward the top right.

This way, as long as you don't stretch your right elbow too far, it looks almost painless.

This is a good way to do things when you need to use a sword.

I can ignore the pain if I have to, but I don't bother to hurt my body.

I put my sword in my sheath and fell asleep.

Sleep till noon tomorrow, take care of your horse and inspect your luggage, while you take your time.

If there's something missing, I'll buy it.

Stay tomorrow and get tired and leave early on the third morning.

7

The ground floor is noisy.

Bardo got out of bed and opened the door to the room just a little bit.

I can hear the downstairs interaction.

"Don't say that, manager.

How dare you send a billboard girl to the city without saying no to us?

The owner of this shop is our uncle, right?

There will be a greeting. "

My husband says in a voice containing anger, because it is already time for the carriage to leave, but it is obvious that he is unwilling to ask the other person that.

The city people should have kept their departures to themselves so that they could not be fooled, but it seems that the owner of the boarding carriage accidentally brought them here.

Bardo began his journey.

The move is quick.

I have a strong light in my eyes.

It's been a habit for years, and when you have a problem, you instantly get into a combat position.

I'm no longer tired or in pain.

"Six months would be fine.

Send your daughter to my uncle for duty.

So close your eyes to what you've been up to.

I'll even pay my daughter.

That's not all.

I'm gonna teach you a lot.

A lot.

Yeah?

What do you say?

That's not a bad story. "

A buddy strikes a connection and makes a humble laugh.

Listening to the downstairs interaction, Bardo wears boots, leather armor, swords on his hips, capes, gloves and hats.

I hear a girl screaming in a temperament, let go, stop, don't touch me.

Baldo was handy, but settled down and finished checking his gear, making a noise and opening the door.

Everyone downstairs looked up at Bardo.

In the stuck air, Baldo makes the boot sound and walks slowly.

Near the counter, there's a Battleax man.

He would be the eldest brother of the Brando brothers, Machias.

It seems that the three men, Geronimus, are putting their asses on the table in a much deeper position.

Says he's good at throwing knives.

It must be Kainen, the five men, catching the girl at the entrance.

He has a bow in his left hand and an arrow barrel on his back.

Baldo goes down to the ground floor, making the stairs crease.

Observing the rogues.

Apparently, these men expected Baldo to come out.

If Baldo stays down like this, he will be pinched by the enemy from the three sides.

But without slowing his steps, Bardo stepped down to the ground floor.

Send your gaze to the three men on the left.

I'm plugging my right hand into my left pocket.

A throwing knife is inserted into the hanging belt, which is visible in a flicker.

It's a big knife for throwing.

Near the counter on the right, the eldest son is pulling the Battleax at hand.

Five men standing at the front entrance let go of the girl and take an arrow from the arrow barrel.

The freed girl runs over to her husband in front of the counter and hugs him.

The attention of the three rogues is just directed at Bardo.

At this time, there was playfulness in Bardo's chest.

At any rate, I thought I'd try to judge this place in a fancy way and take the wars away from the rogues.

Failure would result in life-threatening injuries, but not a spare life.

I'm traveling looking for a place to die in the first place, so if you're going to die helping a sinless people, isn't that exactly what you want?

If you are hurt, it will be until you slaughter and kill these three men before your life runs out.

But if possible.

It must be a good idea to get rid of these guys in a less lumpy way.

Turning left, he turned to the three men with all his strength in his eyes.

The three men shouted down their throats and ran the knife hard.

Baldo distracted himself from his sight and took three steps in the direction of the entrance.

A five-man leads an arrow to the bow in a creepy manner.

He also removed his gaze from the five men, and turned to his eldest son, and stopped.

Now my oldest son, Bardo and three men, are lined up in a straight line.

The three men will be looking for Baldo's gap.

Bardo made a noise and jumped up his cape.

The left hem of the cape was hung on the left shoulder, revealing a sword hanging from the left hip.

Everyone thinks I jumped up my cape to make it easier to pull out my sword.

And as a result, he said the left side was exposed to defenselessness.

Furthermore, Baldo removed the fastening string on the left side of the cape.

Now I can see the left flank even from directly behind.

There are limited places to aim with a throwing knife.

It is basically either a belly or a chest or a back, and if the distance is close and the conditions are checked, it can also be aimed at the face or neck.

Right now, apart from Baldo's left flank, he's covered in hats, capes, armor and boots.

The gaze of the three men should be poured on the exposed flank.

My oldest son opened his mouth when he couldn't stand the weight of silence.

"Old man, what are you going to do?

It's the same hateful thing, but my voice is slightly blurred whether I'm feeling a little creepy about the person I don't know who I am, or if I'm feeling a sense of strength in my behavior.

Bardo took a step forward, remaining silent.

There are signs of three men moving in the back.

I guess I'm standing with the knife up.

"No way, are you motivated with us?

Just by myself. "

Bardo took a step further.

We must not rush too fast.

The enemy tells you when to make a move.

"Isn't that funny?

If so. "

My oldest son sends a signal to the third man with his eyes.

Now!

"Out!

When his eldest son flew to the side screaming, Bardo had already started working.

As you rotate right around your lower body, with your right foot in boots, you step forcefully on the floor.

The toe is pointing toward the three men.

The three men have already started the throwing motion.

The moment the knife leaves her finger, she gives a surprise look at Bardo looking back.

Baldo uses the rotating force of his hips to pull out his sword with his right hand, while identifying the knife's orbit.

The knife will fly to the course as ordered, so all you have to do is calculate the timing of the meeting.

Guyn!!

Shortly after the clumps of iron collided with each other, the knife struck down, profoundly poking at the floor.

The bald holds the sword in its sheath as it rotates even half a turn in a flowing motion.

Let the wind shine. The raised cloak wrapped the buckwheat and bald.

Time froze.

The eldest son looks at Bardo, holding the Battleax with both hands.

Its eyes open wide.

My mouth opens.

I guess the brains of the rough guys gradually understand what happened.

It was at the edge of his eyes that the five men pounded off the arrows that were connected to the bow.

Eventually, a look close to fear or awe appeared on his oldest son's face.

Perhaps the three men behind you look the same.

I can't help it.

What Baldo has made him try is the separation of turning around and tapping down the knife that flies from behind.

Besides, it should have looked like the rough guys had sensed it and turned around since they started throwing knives.

Regardless of the story, it would still be hard to believe in my eyes that there are people who can do this in reality.

To the three men who had weapons, Bardo showed his back fine.

After judging the knife, he immediately put his sword back into his sheath, even though his eldest son and five men were armed.

That is no more than a sign of confidence that we can deal with whatever direction we are struck from.

dressed like this, but isn't this old man a knight of a name?

A knight (Gardegarth) is a nobleman (Panzam) who has a minister and territory.

For some reason, aren't you traveling alone with patience?

The three of us can't beat this knight.

Well, if we were to deal with the Brotherhood, the whole family could be killed.

etc., and the rogues will be turning their minds around.

Speaking of Baldo, on the other hand, he was in a cold sweat in his heart, dressed as a plain pretend.

The knife that flew in was much bigger and heavier than I expected.

From the sound, the material is also of high quality.

Bardo's gains against him are only light and short swords, good enough for a long journey of escort.

I have left all the weapons in the museum that can be described as goods.

If I had met this sword with a knife properly, it would probably have broken.

It was a dangerous place.

After staring at his eldest son with a quiet eye for a while, Bardo turned to his husband and indicated the entrance with a facial movement.

My husband nodded and took the girl to the entrance.

When his husband tried to take the luggage that had been placed near the entrance, the five men made a perfect move, but Bardo stopped the five men from sewing with his gaze.

My husband and the girl went outside Gantz.

Baldo takes a step forward.

Three rogues get nervous.

Bardo, slowly, proceeded towards the entrance.

Five men lag behind and clear the way.

If you push open the door and go outside, the daytime sun will blind you.

My husband and a girl are rushing over to the boarding carriage stopping at Central Square.

If you stare narrowly, the face of the girl, who sometimes looks back at her husband's face, shines with joy.

Several residents would have wanted to see how things were outside Ganz.

Moving around to surround the girl, I'm glad, I'm glad, and I'm blessing the girl.

Eventually, when the carriage that had finished boarding the guests leaves, the drop-off people wave, raise their voices and spare their goodbyes.

My husband, too, is calling the girl's name out loud.

That wasn't enough, and my husband ran after the running carriage.

The sound of screaming to live well and watch out for the water is no longer close to crying.

You just have to drop it off in full.

Ootsuke raised that girl.

Bardo snapped so in his heart, took off his hat with his left hand and hoisted it high, dropping off a riding carriage that disappeared across the dust.