The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Baldo got an ancient sword by accident, but the excitement was completely cold when he finished breakfast.

The ancient sword, seen in bright sunlight, is a boneless chunk of cheap metal, and the colour is badly dull, and the swelling of the full body remains intact.

Not very much, but it doesn't look like the Devil's Sword that emitted a mysterious glow last night and buried the Warcraft easily.

That was a dream, Bardo decided.

Well, maybe this was an ancient demon sword, or something similar to it.

But that power was lost a long time ago.

Otherwise, it could not have been sold and hung by a grocery store in a rural village on the border.

Yesterday, I wonder if you squeezed that last remaining force.

So he cleaned up one warcraft and three beasts, so he worked perfectly well.

Now it doesn't look like there's any special power anymore, just a swordsman in itself.

But it looks quite sturdy as metal, and for immediate protection, it's much more than a stick.

I also liked the swing.

The feeling I put up on my hips also makes me feel tight.

In any case, until we get the sword in the big city next time, this is what we're counting on.

No.

This swordsman can be used out of the blue.

I just bought a proper sword, and the treasure's rotten.

I thought I'd keep this guy on the hips for the time being.

The villagers are gathered tonight for a banquet, so they are definitely going to stay another night.

I can't take the luggage, so I'll leave the fur and meat of the river bear (Dwava) behind. What Bardo said may also play a part in the village chief's wife's upbeat mood.

However, take the fur of the Warcraft (Keygel).

As a reinforcement to leather armor, there is nothing more than the fur of a warcraft.

Plus, it's river bear fur.

It does not finish in beautiful armor because it is difficult to process, but it can be extraordinarily strong if cut well and affixed over the armor.

One day when I stop by the big city, I'm going to ask for tailoring.

2.

I still wish I had let you ride in the carriage.

And Bardo was beginning to regret it.

When I left the village, I was told a lot about sending me to the next village, but I said no.

It's when one of us has the manpower to fix a broken house and a fence.

Yet many men are injured, so I couldn't take the manpower away from them.

Even if not, it took a lot of work to peel off and wash the fur of the Warcraft.

Crossing the mountain on foot with your luggage is still tough.

You can't take the fatigue of fighting one Warcraft and three River Bears with about two days rest.

Especially the right shoulder and right elbow pain is terrible.

It would have been an easier trip if we had traveled north all the way along the River Ova.

Whatever, you could have hired a boat.

Because I had money.

But no matter how great Auva is, if you keep watching for a month, you get bored.

After all, it is the mountains that are rich in changing scenery.

The same landscape can be completely different from seeing it on the way up the hill or climbing up to see it.

The leaves of the same tree growing on the same mountain, on the south and north side, also show a difference in colour taste like something else.

Each mountain has its own personality, and every time it crosses, another landscape awaits.

Nevertheless, just on the third day in charge of my luggage, I couldn't even afford to enjoy the landscape.

When Baldo took a breather, putting his stuff down, uh-huh.

I heard things coming from the front.

It's the sound of contention.

Leaving his luggage behind, Bardo ran.

There he is.

A farmer-like man is using a wooden spear as a weapon, fighting a beast.

There is a luggage truck with horses attached by it, with a boy on top.

The beast is a striped beast.

I'm so excited, I'm about to jump on a guy.

Little beast, but sharp claws and fangs.

If you lose your hold and your body is attacked, its power doesn't make you an idiot.

They're trying to get the boy to evacuate the van and get rid of him.

A man who noticed Bardo running over,

"You!

You have a weapon?

I need your help!

I said.

Bardo replied with an attitude.

In other words, he pulled out his weapon.

And from behind the stripes that were attacking the man's spear obsessively, he took a blow to the neck.

At this time, Baldo will:

This sword is not a powerful weapon, as it was four nights ago.

I thought so.

You were right.

Instead of dropping the little striped neck, I didn't even let him get hurt, although I let him scream.

It should be the power corresponding to just a slab of loose iron.

But that was a lot.

The unexpectedly wounded stripes jumped straight into the bushes, letting the noise go away.

Originally, humans are too big a prey for stripes.

If we don't, we'll get out of here.

Wild beasts have a good sense of survival.

"Hey, you.

Thanks for your help.

Somehow, he was finally the persistent one.

There aren't many beasts on this road. "

The man said he was on his way home with his son and sold vegetables to a village in the east.

On the way, to the stripes I was on the side of the road, my son did the rest of the lunch box.

Then the stripes came under attack to get more food.

As recommended, I was to be allowed to stay at a man's house.

3

The man had built a house in the mountains, lived with his wife and son, and farmed.

For home use, they make a variety of crops, but they say it's a vegetable called a green roll vegetable that they sell.

It's very tasty and nutritious, but if you don't get acquainted with the land, it withers quickly.

So, it's an inconvenient land, but it meant making blue rolls here and going for sale to the eastern and western villages.

Baldo was shown a vegetable called a green roll vegetable, thinking a little before

I wonder if this is a herb called Egarthosia.

I asked.

"Oh, yeah, yeah.

When was that? That's what the pharmacist who came to the city called you.

You know what I mean. "

And the man was impressed.

Egarthosia improves the functioning of the gut.

When you are not feeling well, when you are tired, Egalsocia has a great effect.

Eating Egarthosia makes you more powerful at taking in all kinds of food.

It can also be a panacea for health promotion.

So they say it's a medicinal herb that works for any disease.

In fact, it is one of the ideal herbs because it is nutrient-rich in itself and has no side effects.

They also have a group of pharmacists who make this herb the basis of all treatments.

Besides, this herb is delicious.

Raw, boiled, baked, good, and the drug effect won't go away through the heat.

Anything that is well shaded and drained of water, if fried and drunk, exhibits more medicinal effects than eaten raw.

And so on, when I told him what the old lady of the pharmacist taught me, the man and his wife, he listened with admiration.

That's not the only good thing about Egarthosia.

The smell of this herb keeps the beasts away.

I don't know why it is.

Some scholars chant the theory that because the smell resembles an ancient god beast that has now perished.

Anyway, if you leave the post-harvest Egarthosian stem to smash, the beast won't come near you.

Leaving the stems boiled in water to stain their capes and horse implements reduces the fear of beasts attacking them on the journey.

"Was it?

Hey, we're in these mountains, and this house has never been attacked by a beast.

I finally understand why. "

And the man laughed relaxed.

4.

In the end, two nights, Bardo stayed in this house.

There is a lot of work to do with men, and Baldo's stay seemed to be appreciated by his family as well.

Also, on the basis of the knowledge taught by Bardo, he boiled the Egarsocian stem and stained the juice with various objects.

Baldo also stained his cloak and shirt with broth.

At night, Bardo was told the story.

Eating Egarthosian food and drinking homemade liquor, Bardo talked.

The man wanted to hear about the deal.

My wife wanted to hear about history and legends.

My son wanted to hear about the knight.

My son seemed to want to be a knight.

The man and his wife didn't want to ruin their son's dream, but they wanted to make him realize how reckless that dream was.

On the third day, my son was to go selling vegetables to a village in the west by himself.

"You, too, are ten years old.

I have to do that on my own.

I have nothing to worry about.

You just have to leave it to the horses.

Don't do anything extra. "

Bardo was asked to escort his son only on the round-trip road.

The village to the west will be the direction Bardo is going.

"Well, tell him a lot about the Knight of the Stream."

said the man.

I mean, tell your son how hard it is.

The man sees Bardo as the knight of the day.

This is a much more favourable assessment.

Anyway, Bardo now, he doesn't have a horse, and he's not dressed like a knight.

I don't even have a confession, and my clothes are dirty and dull.

He doesn't even have a decent sword, and he hangs things on his waist like he can't.

You must not look very much like a knight or a nobleman.

Most importantly, in the case of the Knight of the Flow, there are many knights who do not take official positions and claim to be knights on the periphery.

I don't trust my name or identity, such as a walking knight.

And if the son of a peasant wants to be a knight, it's the mountain of Sekiyama that calls himself a knight.

On the second night, Bardo cooked a meal.

It began when a man asked if there was any unusual way to cook the green rolls.

My wife was intrigued and assistant.

I strained the pot for the first time.

Add plenty of dried river fish and simmer.

When the dried food is loose in the cucumber, lift it out of the water.

The removed dried product is shaken to dryness by shaking salt and cooked in a pan, resulting in a kneaded knob.

Add finely chopped green rolls to the water with plenty of dried goodness and simmer over low heat.

Cook until thick.

After that, add the sappo squeeze juice.

There were sappho trees growing around the house, but the family didn't seem to know that this fruit would be edible.

Mature Sappho's actually about the size of a baby's fist grip.

Peel the outside and squeeze the white body inside, and a translucent white squeeze juice emerges.

This doesn't taste very good as it is.

However, if you drop this squeeze juice in hot water, you will immediately get a soup that is neat.

If you add the sappo squeeze juice to the boiled green cabbage, the whole dashi will become cloudy and fluffy, giving it a good aroma.

My wife, the man who was sometime nearby, and my son, oops, let their eyes shine.

Once, I only let him drink this white soup.

All three of them are surprised and delicious.

"Hmm.

Yum.

I didn't know green cabbage would taste like this.

I'm surprised.

If I taught them how to make this, the villagers would be happy. "

to a man who says,

It's the real deal from here.

Says Bardo, boldly dropping the meat of the mountain vegetables and the mountain birds into the pan.

After a while the utensils boiled up, and Baldo,

Come on, I thought I'd take the rest freely and eat it.

That said, they all started cooking and eating in turn.

This dish seemed to be a whole new dish for the family and was very delightful.

"This dish looks like it could be made with a lot of different ingredients.

Hey.

I've learned a lot. "

Baldo's jar was marked with homemade liquor many times, making it a fun and lively evening.

5

Every last one, every last one.

Make a noise and the luggage truck goes.

The horse is at his own pace, pulling his luggage slowly.

It's a ten-year-old boy with a horse's reins.

The road is curved and bumpy.

If the wheels are disturbed by raised soil and stones, the horse cleverly rubs his body, sometimes left and right, sometimes manipulating the needle back and forth, pulling the luggage car brilliantly.

The boy is just walking with his reins so as not to interfere with it.

Exceptionally nice weather.

The light of the day falling through the leaves of the trees glitters Bardo, the boy, the horse and the luggage car.

The breeze that blows through is also refreshing, from a day when there is no more to travel.

The luggage is thrown up in the carriage and he walks lightly, without balds just hanging his sword on his hips or pain in his back.

Boy, I'm gonna ask you a question.

It's about training knights.

That's the story of how we can be knights, step by step.

"I wonder if it's impossible for a peasant son to be a knight"

It's hard.

"Was Grandpa's house a knight's house?

I wasn't a knight, but my father was a homeboy.

I also took my sword.

This is almost a lie.

I see Bardo's father may have been a townsman, but living was a peasant himself.

Also, it's true that I owned the sword, but I've never seen my father have it.

"But I heard that peasants can be knights."

Hmm.

Sometimes, when there is no inheritance in a knight's house, a healthy and resourceful peasant son is adopted into a knight.

But that's rarely the case.

"If I go to the nobleman's castle, I wonder if you can teach me the sword"

Even if you go to the castle, the peasant child will only be allowed to work underneath.

Training knights takes a long, long time.

It also costs money to check the gear.

If you train, you won't be able to work that time.

First of all, nobles who give food and equipment to those who do not work to train.

"It's gonna take years to train."

Hmm.

Don't take about seven to ten years to do a proper training.

"So much?

Right.

That's all, feed and train those who barely do their jobs.

"I'll train and work hard."

Anyone does.

Graduates have half a day to complete a job that takes a day to work.

Train for the rest of that time.

Besides.

Once you're a knight, you'll have to buy horses, swords and armor.

"Is a sword expensive?

It's expensive.

"About 10,000 polo gayles?

Ha, ha.

Ten thousand Polo Gayles would have been nice.

A hundred polo gayles is a gayle, so when it comes to 10,000 polo gayles, is it a hundred gayles?

Not enough.

Even a bronze sword, five thousand Gayles do.

A decent steel sword used by a knight would do 20,000 gayles for cheap.

"Twenty thousand Gail!

We don't have that kind of dream money. "

At least so.

The sword alone won't do anything.

There's a lot of other gear to be equipped with.

"I wonder if the nobles will lend it to me.

I'll give it back to you at work. "

When it comes to working, what do you do?

"Huh?

You'll work in a castle, or you'll take out bad people.

Isn't that what knights do?

There is a knight who works in a castle.

But I guess someone already does that kind of work.

"But when you're a strong knight, you can hire me."

Right.

But not only in battle.

"Only in battle?

Hmm.

When nobles fight each other, crusade large bandits, and wild beasts erupt, they hire those who can fight.

A knight or soldier who cannot work in a castle goes and works there.

Working means killing people and beasts. "

"Kill people?

Only when you kill people, the knight of the stream is hired.

When the war is over, I have to look for my next job again.

That's how the knights of the stream live while killing people everywhere.

The boy has been silenced.

Relax, walk around, you seem to be thinking.

Beautiful weather, better than a great day for a journey.

My shoulders and back don't hurt.

But my chest hurts a little.