The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

"Well, then."

"Thank you. Yes, I did!

Don't forget to thank the Admiral.

To the three men who express their gratitude throughout their bodies and spare no remnants, Bardo said,

Yeah, you guys are fine.

Don't be patient.

It's like not getting short temperatures.

Because if you're serious, you're sure to have good things to do.

And I rang.

The three went down the mountain path, looking back over and over again.

Eventually, when Bardo grabbed his luggage, he went down the ramp to the other side.

Moving on for a while, he went out to the place where he was attacked yesterday.

What a dumb thing to do to get attacked in such a beautiful place.

Besides, I'm better off on the hill.

It goes without saying that if a man on the hill and a man on the bottom fight, the upper side is advantageous.

The three were foolish enough not to work that degree of common sense either.

I met the three of them yesterday.

In the village I stayed in before, I was told that bandits had recently appeared in the mountains just before entering the Great Lord Podmos.

If we go in large numbers, they won't leave the bandits.

Though bandit exorcism is not bad, I thought so.

Really out.

The three of us stood in front of Bardo,

"Hey, twitch.

Leave your stuff.

I'm not taking it to life. "

"If you don't listen to me, it's gonna happen."

"It's no use running away.

My legs are fast. Yeah. "

Three dressed in horrible and dirty clothes have made their eyes squint and threatened them with a bronze voice.

My hair and my beard are stretched out and I'm a beast rather than a human.

I have a crude weapon.

A weak-minded traveler would tremble, but Bardo felt no threat at all.

It was a battle.

A settlement was quickly reached.

The three men, who were laid down by Baldo, now hit him and looked different and pitiful.

At that time, I was going to take the three heads.

Leave the bandits and the like alone, nothing good or anything.

But when I saw the three of them ridiculous each other, I changed my mind.

I asked you where you were born and why you were bandits.

In the end, that night, I listened to the three of them as they hovered their liquor in a pit they had made aside.

The three were thrilled that it had been a long time since they had been able to mouth alcohol.

The three of them were woody in a place called Tuorim territory.

In Tuorim territory, they say taxes are high, takeovers are tight, and the poor are getting poorer and poorer.

Houses that cannot pay taxes are sold off with children and women taken away.

Resisting the takeover officials, it meets the mundane eye.

But there was a man with a brother-in-law heart named Emba, who protected the villagers from illegal takeovers.

Men admiring Emba gathered to become one force, helping houses without workers, and accommodating food.

These three also fell in love with Emba's arm and manhood and became his cousins.

At one point, however, two badly armed escorts were hired under the Lord.

Emba was cut to death by the escort, and his men were killed one after the other.

After years of running and hiding, the three men finally fled so far that they were taking food and goods from the travellers and putting their mouths to rest.

I don't know how true this story is, but the three eyes weren't cloudy.

I thought the word that I didn't just kill him would be true.

Maybe we can still start over with this.

That's what I thought, so I spent the night juggling the liquor.

Alcohol brings out a person's nature.

If you have a crude life, all the more so.

I talked to them and found out that all three of them had roots that were pure and that there was something they couldn't hate.

So I made a statement of introduction to the chief of a village a little further away.

Because of this, these three have lost themselves to bandits, but they have no sights, so they want me to work for them, and they can punish me if I want to.

A few days ago, Bardo helped the village chief and his daughter get attacked by a warcraft.

You seemed badly grateful, so you could do me a favor.

I told the three of them that and they cried and rejoiced.

You can threaten people to take food and wash your feet out of the kind of life you wait to be crusaded one day.

You must be happy.

In the morning, when I cut my hair and shaved my beard, I could see a little.

Bardo dropped off the three of them and returned to the journey.

2.

"I found you, bandit.

Where are my people? "

Before Baldo, a knight with a huge sword stood, wrapped his whole body in metal armor.

Behind you is a squire refraining.

And Baldo said, I am not a bandit.

"Yeah, it seems sloppy.

Who wanders around alone these days with bandits?

Except for the bandits themselves.

What's with the knife on your back?

Whether it's to attack people. "

I am a knight, Bardo said.

"Make me laugh!

There are knights who don't even have horses.

Millions more and more undelivered, such as naming honorable knights in the midst of bandits.

Moreover, the fur would have been taken from an old man in the village of Ularta.

No evidence of immobility!

I do have fur on Baldo's luggage.

But this is the fur of the warcraft of the river bear, which he defeated himself.

This is the fur of a warcraft, but Bardo asked if it's what you're looking for.

"He said it was the fur of the Warcraft!

Stealing such valuables is increasingly unforgivable. "

A knight with full body armor has no ears to listen to at all.

But Bardo named himself.

But that was going to add to their anger.

"Ki, ki, kisama.

Sometimes, I don't know how to fool Lord Bardo Lowen in his name!

I can no longer forgive you.

It crushes me!

I've been packing my time when I scream.

He is a big man.

He is shorter than Baldo, but has a winning width and thickness.

Seeing that weapon, Bardo found out who the big man was.

Gordon Zarkos.

Zarkos, lord of Maisia.

I had heard that the Maisian territories, indeed among the great lords of Podmos, were a little more north.

Maybe the village at the foot is a protection contract.

Speaking of Gordon Zarkos, he is famous for his use of the Wall Sword.

I guess he's a swordsman with iron wall defense technology, I thought.

It wasn't.

Instead of using a sword like a wall.

Use a sword like a wall.

Anyway, it's a sword with a wide width off the girder.

I have the sword in front of my face.

I'm pointing the blade muscle straight to the side.

I can't see my face at all.

It's so wide.

To the sword that was so out of common sense and its setup, Bardo was utterly astonished.

And the wall sword swung down.

Don't shake it up, but leave it standing beside you unconstructed.

Instead of cutting it with a blade, we're going to smash it with a wide sword belly.

You can't take that terrible mass decently.

Bardo stepped straight back.

Buh.

A squeaky wind pressure hit Baldo, reminiscent of a giant bird's wings.

A wall sword that swings down with huge masses can already be called a weapon of destruction.

At a rate no less than the swinging down speed, the wall sword was immediately pulled back to its original position.

What a power!

I was confident in my arm strength (from whatever angle), but Gordon Zarkos has more arm strength than Baldo in his full season.

Far up there.

I wonder how much iron is used in this single sword.

This man, who handles it lightly, is the owner of an extraordinary force.

Regardless of swinging it down, how much muscle strength does it take to stop it perfectly in the air and pull it up quickly?

Waking from the surprise of the meantime, Bardo thought as he circled greatly around his opponent.

Well.

What's the matter?

I don't know if you'd mind if I searched.

Instead, once you lay low, you won't even listen to me.

But how can you lay low?

Keep metal full body armor together.

Considered it a pretty good product.

In this sword, there is nothing to be done.

Originally, Bardo gets a sword that hits him from the top of his armor and stuns him.

But I don't have that weapon right now.

Even if it does, it hurts my shoulders and back.

When I was thinking, a second shot came down.

Cover your sight and the wall sword will melt.

It's so powerful.

In a sleek samurai, you won't be able to face this murder weapon properly.

Bardo avoided it behind him this time.

Now the wall sword stopped in the air and was immediately pulled back.

The opponent packs a step away.

Bardo summed up his thoughts as he carried his legs sideways.

All right.

When the next blow strikes, avoid it on the side, not behind.

And cut it to the right hand holding the sword.

With that heavy sword in his hand, there would be a shock escape.

My opponent has stepped in and swung down the wall sword.

Bardo stepped aside and tried to jump into the opponent's pocket.

The wall sword swung to the right at a terrible speed as it hit the point where Baldo stood on his sword belly.

A huge blade tip approaches Baldo's right flank.

Bardo jumped backwards.

If I had stepped in a little deeper, I would have been hit deadly.

Baldo was sweating cold as he rebuilt his posture.

It's beyond my imagination that I can wield such a heavy sword at such a speed without delay.

This is an outrageous opponent.

I can't find a way to attack you.

You want to jump in from the front and hold your sword finger?

No.

Then scratch the wall sword that comes down.

It would be the same if I tried my leg.

When you swing that heavy thing so fast, it ends well.

Still, if you can't see their faces, it's hard to do.

Gordon Zarkos' face is completely hidden behind the wall sword.

That means you shouldn't even see Bardo from Gordon Zarkos.

Yet there is no stray in the opponent's behavior.

I wonder how Bardo can determine this move.

Again the opponent stepped in and waved down the wall sword, so he flew back again and ran away.

"You can't just run away and win.

One of these days I'll be tired and I'll be there.

If you don't like being crushed by Peiko, drop your weapon and surrender!

I don't care where you die, Bardo thought you'd just die crushed by such a stupid weapon.

I guess if we surrender and talk properly, we can solve the misunderstanding, but surrender, that's what I didn't like.

Bardo looked at the sword in his hand.

I was wondering if the power of mystery had been exhausted anymore, but in this previous battle with the Warcraft, it once again showed an overwhelming cleavage.

If this sword still possesses power as the Devil's Sword, it should not be at his disposal, Bardo thought.

The Tercian family should have the weapon to slaughter the Warcraft.

If this sword has not lost its power, it must be delivered to the Tercia family.

In that case, is this sword still the Devil's Sword, or what?

I wanted to make sure somehow.

With that in mind, I walked down the mountain path.

Twice before, this sword showed strange power.

But in the fight against the stripes, he showed no power.

This was also the case in the fight against bandits.

Why.

As this sword still has power, when does it come out and when does it not?

Bardo came up with the idea that this sword would manifest true power only in the battle against a powerful enemy whose life is in danger.

Then now is a good time to be sure.

All right, and Bardo decided his heart and called to the Devil's Sword.

The sword.

The Devil's Sword.

A devil's sword that is forged by ancient wisdom.

Now I challenge a mighty enemy.

Show your true appearance, slash and tear your enemies apart!

Then, as he jumped into the opponent's nostalgia, he put his full strength into it and cut it to a wall sword sideways.

But the sword remained the sword.

It did not produce any incredible work.

There was a loud noise of steel being met with steel.

The opponent has been waving down the wall sword as it is.

Baldo flew back.

My right elbow and right shoulder are numb and senseless because of an unscrupulous attack.

My wrist hurts too.

Probably can't wield my sword anymore.

But Bardo spared defeat.

And the sword of the wall, which was struck upon the earth, was broken straight beside it.

Just where Baldo cut it.

Probably kept being tapped until today and had cracks in it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The sword.

Sword sword.

My love sword. Ahhhhhhhh. "

Looking at the wagging Gordon Zarkos with cold eyes, Bardo said,

Nothing is happening.

After all, have we lost our power as demon swords already?

I thought so.

3

"No, not at all, I'm sorry.

By the way, I didn't expect you to work such disrespect to Lord Bard Lowen.

This Gordon was a lifetime of unconsciousness.

How embarrassing.

Thank you very much. "

Baldo laughed as the big man shrunk and continued to wax.

"Really no more, my brother.

You always say that.

I want you to listen to them first. "

and angry next door is Gordon Zarkos sister Eurica.

"Eurica.

Sir Lowen told me to forgive you, so can we not do that anymore?

My brother-in-law (oh yeah) just apologized, and Lord Lowen feels uncomfortable.

Oh, the black shrimp is cooking up.

Let me pour you some wine, Lord Lowen.

This shrimp dish is our pride. "

and trying to soothe the place is Kainen, the husband of Eurica.

I entered the Zarkos family because of the sights.

He said he is waving his arms around industrial development and financial management in the territory.

Bardo showed a single letter to Zarkos, whose wall sword broke and flashed.

That is a letter of introduction written by Uncle Linz.

Uncle Linz falls for Gordon's uncle.

I asked Bardo to visit Maisian territory if he was going north because I knew Gordon had always loved Bardo Lowen, the Knight of the People.

And he wrote to Gordon asking him to treat him generously because Lord Lowen was the benefactor of his life.

Gordon, who saw this reference and knew that the old man in front of him was definitely Bardo Lowen, apologized for the plain apology and invited Bardo to his castle.

Eurica, who welcomed the two of them, apologized to Bardo after hearing it depended on the matter.

In the meantime, my brother admired you more than before and asked you to stay for a while, in case you ever wanted to see him again.

Bardo took it pleasantly.

Kainen whispered Gordon and Yurika, speaking to Baldo to Sakan, and let him bathe in the water.

Relaxing in the Yukan, the medic came in and cut my long stretched hair and beard short.

The samurai painted the fragrance oil for the hot weather, and a clean change of clothes was provided.

It's been a long time since I've felt so refreshed.

Bardo was impressed with Kainen's concern.

4.

Black shrimp is a large shrimp.

It is said to be caught in the salt lake in the territory.

When it gets more than a certain size, the red crust brings on a blackness.

Black shrimp has a rich, deep flavour.

Boil it, bake it, soup it, it's an invincible shrimp.

Bardo was surprised to see the plate in front of him.

I've never seen a shrimp this big.

How splendid the shell is, as if it were the armor of a great knight.

Cut the stunning shrimp into pieces and cook it in a shell.

At first glance, it just looks like it's baking as it is, but probably not.

First of all, the shell and body are covered in yellow oil.

And when I plug in the fork, I can easily peel myself off.

It looks like an unmade whole bake, and there's a cook's job there.

Cut a slice and carry it to your mouth.

Uhm.

What a nice smell.

Vanilla and thanks to this oil.

As soon as I put it on my tongue, I felt a vibrant ambiance.

If you bite it off as it is, it is such a firm tooth that you don't think it is a shrimp.

But it's not too firm.

Bite once, twice, and three times.

Each time, it tastes different.

After several more bites, I swallowed it.

Really solid and plentiful.

The unique and neat texture of a large shrimp is absolutely delightful.

The baking addition and subtraction are exquisite, and the outside is bright white and gemstone-like inside, even though it has a nice scorch.

What surprised me was the salting.

When I first put it on my tongue, I felt a firm saltiness.

But if you eat a whole slice, the salt that goes into the back of you is very thin, which brings out the unique umami of the shrimp.

Not a little salty.

Strange, Bardo thought, so I asked him that.

"Oh.

Master Bardo, you are familiar with the dishes.

Ugh.

At home, you shake salt twice for baked goods.

My name is Yumi Salt and Finished Salt.

May I say salt and salt that I feel and salt that I do not feel?

In the case of this Black Shrimp Grilled in Ghost Armor, after cutting fresh shrimp in two, you first shake the salt thinly and dull.

Next, slightly hang the juice of the fruit from the top to stain the saltiness.

Save a little time, repeat the same thing, wrap the entire shrimp around your body with vanilla and let it soak up salt thoroughly.

Take a look around and light the shrimp on fire.

As the fire passes, salt draws the juice of the good from the shrimp.

Apply parlim oil there.

The juice, salt and oil that comes out of the shrimp mix to give the shrimp a deep taste by being reborn in the best sauce and staining it again.

And on the verge of the shrimp being roasted, you move the shrimp to a place of high fire and shake the salt of the finish.

So much. "

Eurica put her right hand up higher than her own head, rubbing her fingers together and making a salt-wielding gesture.

"Finishing salt must be sprinkled high and high.

By doing so, the amount of salt is small and has a firm saltiness.

As I said earlier, salt to stain yourself and bring out the umami, and salt to hang on the bake and season, is completely separate.

Because I used salt at the bottom, I don't need the finishing salt. That doesn't mean.

Of course, you have to calculate exactly how much salt you will have in advance to adjust the amount of umami salt.

Such a large black shrimp also requires a large amount of salt to produce the umami, and, moreover, skill is required to match the baking time required to extract the umami with the baking time required to cook the body.

When grated from the fire, a knife can be placed between the body and the shell at a fast pace of practice.

To make yourself better and easier to eat, and to turn the excess oil outward so that the flavor doesn't get rough.

This flavor is created by trial and error. "

Asking for the cooking instructions, Bardo nodded and carried the shrimp into his mouth one after the other.

If you dip yourself in the sauce that stays on the shell, you can also enjoy the flavor for a while.

Between them, drinking wine.

Bardo doesn't really like white wine.

But this wine, made locally, has a different flavour.

The taste of the wine itself is also refreshing and unpleasant, but it is better than that, it is well chilled.

The cold white wine that pours hot (whipped) shrimp down her throat while she says she cooled it down in the well is truly blissful.

Nor do I feel at all averse to the Yurican cooking description.

Rather, it increases the pleasure of savoring shrimp.

It should be called the grand mistress.

Bardo thought this sister would be a tough one.

Gordon was also very pleased to see Bardo completely relaxed, and the conversation went off.