The Old Knight of a Frontier District

3

"Sa, he's a bandit. Ah.

Somebody, help me ~ ~!

There may be a lot of murderers near the city, and Bardo turned his mind on the arrow tip, and he said,

This place is in the mountains.

The sun is already shading.

I was just about to go down by the Valley River and do a meal and a groove support.

The attacked traveler looks like a pedestrian.

Were you drinking water in the Valley River?

One bandit is shaking up and attacking something like a mountain knife.

"I don't want this.

Let me help you. "

And Gordon Zarkos said.

Is it my fault that my voice sounds happy?

As they tried to run down the slope, there was a sound of something swinging and throwing.

Is that a sling?

Bardo, who himself was good at slinging on Boy's Day, soon realized so.

Something seemed to hit the bandit's belly, and the bandit held his belly and stopped his leg.

Three shadows ran over there.

All three seem to have some kind of weapon, but there are distances, sometimes dim, and I don't know for sure what it is.

But as soon as the three jumped at the bandits and attacked them, the bandits fell and stopped moving.

I see.

Did the traveler scream for help because he saw those three?

Instead of thanking the three, however, the traveller picked up a stone and threw it, re-packed his bags and fled to the city.

Not really. To do much,

"Ya, what do you do!

What a jerk against the benefactor of his life.

Still, it was a good move for those three. "

And Gordon said.

Baldo's thoughts are exactly the same.

Bardo and Gordon approached the three of them.

I came closer and was surprised.

All three were very old.

Two men and one woman.

All three, very small.

It is thin, full of wrinkles on his face and body, and bones are emerging.

He's wearing a fur liner, like a wild man's.

Her hair is white, shiny, and falling out everywhere.

I guess it's not nutritious either.

The colour of the skin is black and dirty.

The three of them are careful and look at Bardo and Gordon, who have come closer.

"Well done, you guys.

You helped the current traveler.

It was a good move.

But the man is terrible now.

Instead of thanking him for his help, he threw a stone at him and ran away.

What happened to the man now?

Yes, when Gordon spoke, the three of them made themselves feel relieved.

"No.

I've never met a man who lived in the mountains before.

Because of this, when they see a straw, they see a mountain, and a mountain, and a woman, Ba 'a, and when they're scared, they throw stones. "

"That's a tricky thing to do."

"No.

I can't let that happen.

Wow, I've always lived in the mountains in the back, so I'm fine with that.

If someone from the inside comes by and runs away from me, there will be. "

"Ha.

Right, right.

By the way, is the bandit dead? "

"Heh.

It's a mistake. It's dead.

Peel off what you can use and bury it, but don't worry. "

"Oh, that's a special victory.

We can help. "

Bardo and Gordon helped bury the bandits.

The three old men made the bandit's weapon and slight luggage their own, but they could not take off their kimonos.

After burying the bandits, the three knelt down and prayed hand in hand.

We know that these men worship the souls of the dead, whatever their qualities.

And, thinking, Bardo himself prayed for the peace of mind of the soul of the dead.

After that, Bardo invited the three old men to dinner.

The three, surprised but consulted, were invited to do so.

4.

"Is this what you drink all the time?

Whatever, yeah, yeah.

That.

Oh, my God, it's getting worse.

Stay in the big (oh).

I'm in the small (chi).

Mr. Alcohol, hey, hey. "

"Wow, this is the first time I've had a drink.

Heh.

Whatever it is, it's strange.

I'm going to die a souvenir. "

"This one, because of the venison, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh.

Oh, my God. "

The five of them took dinner, surrounded by a flaming fire.

Until the soup was served in the pan, Baldo fed one after the other from the load and sifted to the old men.

I got plenty of fine preserved food at the Zarkos house, so it's a fantastic selection of items on the journey.

I acted like I was drinking for the first time in my life, and I seem to enjoy it a lot.

The three seemed to be brothers and sisters.

Sometimes terribly small things, such as my sister's old lady, and her eyes twitch and delight in rare foods are innocent as if they were children.

My voice is still stubborn, but when I get used to hearing it, it's an adorable voice.

The old lady was particularly pleased with the dried grapes.

The Zarkos let me have three types of dried grapes.

One, light green.

One is purple red.

One is black with a little redness.

Each tastes different.

Sweet and delicious dried grapes.

The old woman cheered when she put a grain in her mouth, and thanked her brothers when she put a grain in her mouth.

"First time drinking, you say?

In that year.

I can't believe it.

Even peasants would drink at the festival.

Doesn't that water bag on its hips have booze in it?

I think it's important. "

"Oh, Master Wujia.

Different.

This includes, well, the juice you use at work. "

The pot is small, so I can't make soup for five at a time.

But the three old men, they were a terrible snack.

I'm not reluctant.

My stomach must have gotten smaller because I always ate less.

"Still, you guys.

The move to attack the bandits was brilliant.

Have you ever trained in martial arts?

"No, I don't think so.

Wow, I just chased the beast around in the mountains.

Heh. "

And the hand you wave in front of your face as you answer Gordon's question is badly dirty and scratchy, but big at the age and not much wrinkles.

The three went to bed early.

It's refreshing to see the three of us sleeping together.

Friendly siblings.

I guess that's been the case ever since I was younger.

But sleeping hasn't lifted my guard.

When Baldo or Gordon makes a move, he is responding with a tingle.

The next morning, the three of them walked away before the sun rose.

Bardo was awake, but he pretended to be asleep.

The three worshipped Bardo and Gordon over and over before walking in the direction of Tuorim territory.

5

When Gordon woke up, they left.

I got to Goza by noon.

I took a room to Ganz, washed my body, and then took a meal.

"Nevertheless, your uncle is too generous.

Such good things from next to next. "

Gordon seems somewhat dissatisfied that his sister and his wife behaved at all costs to the old men with the food that they had made him hold to build their hearts.

"I was also surprised by the style of those old men, but when it comes to the awful smell already!

I thought your nose would bend.

I ate near that smell, and you didn't even have a platform for the good stuff.

Besides, I didn't expect you to eat and drink in your own vessel!

Aren't you sick? "

Asking his own chest why he was willing to treat those old men, Bardo himself does not have a clear answer.

When I saw him get disturbed by the traveler I helped, oh, I felt sorry for him.

I wanted to at least call out to him that I did well.

When I approached him, he was a real old man.

It was like I wasn't in a position to worry about people or anything.

That saved the traveler's crisis by endangering ourselves.

If the hardware was what you were looking for, you should have killed the bandit after the traveler was killed.

Failure to do so means that the three old men acted from the heart of the martial arts.

But there was no reward for the action.

Then at least I'll feed you a full tummy.

That's what I meant by being here.

Bardo organized his mind movements that way, but he didn't bother to say it and tell Gordon.

"Whoa, whoa, oh, my God!

A man suddenly jumped into Ganz shouted.

Attention is drawn to the guests who were eating.

The man, apparently acquainted with Ganz's husband, came closer to his husband and told him aloud.

"The Lord of Tuorim next door has finally killed me."

A twist rises from the guests.

The biggest response was Gordon Zarkos.

WHAT! And when we shouted, we forced the man who jumped in to sit in our seat,

"What do you mean?

Tell me more! "

And stuffed.

The man warmly drank the water offered by Ganz's master and took a breath before starting to talk.

"No, sir.

Hate. Come on.

Vengeance. "

"You think it's a vendetta?

My lumberjack son did it. "

"Za, lumber dealer?

No, I didn't.

Emba's kids. "

"Emba?

Who, that's "

"He was murdered six years ago.

Thick on the affair, strong on the arm, that's right. You were a good parent to a man already.

The lord's escort slaughtered me and killed my wife.

There were three children with twelve heads, and they fled in the mountains.

Today, he showed up in front of the lord who was looking around the city, and cut off the son of Emba, our righteous son, who inherited the will of his father and took over the ruthless lord.

I mean, I wasn't on the spot.

That means you were already dressed in a thin, dirty outfit. Come on.

It's so nagging, I thought the one I saw was tight. Come on. "

"You think it's a threesome that looks like an old man?

So those three beat those two escorts?

"No, I didn't.

Two old men, not children, each one of them jumping at the escort.

He stuck around for a while and stopped moving, didn't he?

After that, they cut me to death.

Then another slashes the lord.

They killed one of them, but they scratched the lord's hand.

Then the lord, oh, he's dead. So come on. "

"So the two escorts survived?

"No, I didn't.

She immediately pulled off the two assembled and cut them off.

Well, that means the bloodshed has gone up.

The two martial arts guards, who were given blood back, suffered and died soon. "

That's all I heard, there was something flickering behind Bardo's brain.

The strong smell that came from the three of us yesterday.

There was a smell in it that I didn't know what it was, but I remember.

That's right.

That smells like rotten snake (Walmegier) venom.

If you put a drop in your eye, your eyes will crush, and if you put a drop in your mouth, you will lose your life instantly. The poison.

One of three poisons that even dulls the movement of the Warcraft.

It smelled like it.

The contents of that water bag were poison from a rotten snake.

Those three had something wrapped around their necks.

I thought it was to wipe out the cold, but it wasn't.

Wasn't that something that used to apply fat (blush) or tannic juice to the smooth leather?

If you knew your opponent was bound to cut your throat shallow.

If you can only defend it for a moment, you can jump into your nostalgia.

If you wrap more bags of rotten snake venom around your neck.

The guards who have attacked me will be exposed to the poison.

The weapon of slashing the lord must have been poisoned.

Right!

Last night, the three buried the bandits they killed.

If I don't bury it, I'll know it's a dead body from poison.

That has to be a secret for just one more day.

That's why I buried it.

Nevertheless.

It's a big deal to put them together into those two horrible hand-worked people and stop moving, albeit for a small amount of time.

How much training can you do that with?

The twelve-year-old and his brother and sister, who would have grown up knowing nothing about martial arts.

What moon did you send in the mountains?

How hard did you train the beast against you?

Without knowing anything about the pleasures of the crowd.

There's no one to teach you how to fight, with no weapons of any kind.

The three of them are ingenious.

We've worked out a way to bury the enemy.

Grabbing the roots of a tree, struggling as if you were a living old man for a hundred years.

Besides, what a brilliant mouthpiece.

Neither because of grudge, nor because of the revenge of their parents, did the three of them speak.

Inherit the will of the Father and discuss the Lord of Injustice.

What a brilliant thing to say.

Bardo remembered his paralyzed emotion and unspeakable sadness, and he didn't even move for a long time.

Gordon was the same.

Eventually, Gordon said in a slightly damp voice.

"Speaking of eighteen, aren't you like my nephew?

Speaking of his sister, my niece and I are close.

That boring stuff, it's good.

He exaggerated that he was a souvenir to death. "

After a while, I added that it was pompous.

"Something better, I wanted to feed you a lot"