The Old Knight of a Frontier District

7

That's a demon.

Must be.

That's what Bardo thought.

Bardo, a muscled realist, but I believe in the existence of a mysterious creature called the demon.

Elzella Tercia, who is nothing else, said she had met with the devil.

Elzella is a third-generation Pacra lord, a lifelong benefactor to Bardo's second master.

I'm not the one who says things that are uncertain.

Elzella said.

"Demons don't look like people.

Because most of the demon's body is elsewhere than in the world.

But if the demon is strongly angry with humans, or vice versa, his body will be drawn to the world and he will be visible "

How about the demon that just came out.

With the help of the ancient sword, I could faintly see its appearance, but I would not have seen it without the ancient sword.

In fact, Gordon Zarkos said he didn't see the demon until the end.

Does that mean that the demon was not hostile?

And yet you tried to kill Bardo?

That hallucination must be the devil's fault.

But it was a terrible human smell to try to distort the path on the cliff and make it look like it was falling.

In the last year or so, the heavy minister of the Ensaia family has reportedly suffered one strange death after another, which also seems to be the devil's intent.

But is it human values, such as whether or not it is a heavy minister, and what would a demon make such a distinction?

I'm not sure.

Everything that's going on here is ticklish.

When I was conceiving in the room, I was informed that your wife had arrived.

Looks like Jurchaga has arrived.

He came when it was good, Bardo thought, inviting him in to explain the situation.

"Hmm.

Mostly I get it.

Come on, let's start with this castle.

After a proper examination of this castle, I feel like a lot of things are coming out. "

This castle is told not to set foot in anything but a permissible place, and the watch is oddly strict.

But if it's Jurchaga, he'll look into it well, Bardo thought.

8

"Lord Gordon Zarkos was unfortunate."

Sir Enzaia said as he lined up the wax and walked the horse.

Bardo replied that Sir Zarkos was a tough bunch, and this is unusual.

A message came from Sir Enzaia the day Jurchaga arrived, that is, the night Bardo and Gordon were attacked by demons.

Tomorrow, King Bai Luo will be expelled, so he will be accompanied to the sights.

Bardo left Gordon in the castle pretending to be ill.

The nursing also left Jurchaga behind.

Jurchaga can explore the castle at leisure, as more knights and soldiers accompany King Bairo in his exorcism.

"This will be the graveyard of that damn monstrous horse."

Looking down the cliff next to Sir Enzaia, I see, Bardo thought.

It's a cliff with two sides cut off, and it's a dead end ahead.

If we lure him in and seal the entrance, we can't escape.

"Sir Lowen.

In this waste raid, I lost my temper too.

It must also be his curse that the minister has suffered one strange death after another.

Today is the day to stop me from breathing. "

Sir Enzaia is serious, obviously because he sees it.

Rocks pile up on the cliff, and large numbers of people and feet await instructions.

A large number of shrubs are piled up at the bottom of the valley.

There are also about twenty barrels of oil.

Oil is very valuable on the border.

A large number of arrows and fire arrows are also available.

A lot of excitement.

But this place is too close to the castle.

I am also concerned about how the terrain is suitable for sequestration.

I don't think King Bai Luo, who has a reputation for being smart, will be attracted to such a place.

Speaking of which, Sir Enzaia looked down with a laugh.

"No.

I'm sure he'll come.

Look at that. "

A young horse was pulled out and connected to a pile at the bottom of the valley.

It's a terrible way to connect.

One pile had two back legs, and one pile had two front legs.

The soldiers who did the work came up on the cliff with a rope, leaving one behind.

Only one soldier left took out the whip.

A whip for execution.

No way!

And Bardo thought, but that was no way.

"It's Jagos.

Hit it. "

and Lord Enzaia commanded with a strong voice.

A soldier by the name of Jagos whipped a horse. He struck down once.

The young horse screamed sadly.

Its fur color is gray white and somewhat reminiscent of King Bai Luo.

"That's the son of King Bai Luo.

Originally, we grabbed it, decorated it, and captured King White's wife.

To horseback my wife.

But King Bai Luo's wife was a hell of a horse, shaking off his wife and causing him injuries.

Of course, I killed him right away.

Then, King Bai Luo began to do evil.

He has good ears like a demon.

You will hear your own daughter scream.

It's Jagos.

Go on, hit it.

Hit it, hit it, hit it!

It was the face of Sir Ensaia, who commands him, that was the devil.

Knights love wild horses.

If you have a good horse, catch it and ride it.

Because tamed horses have weak vitality, sometimes you have to put wild horse blood in them.

The territory where healthy wild horses run around may be called a reward for knights.

Those who can do this can no longer be knights.

Bardo couldn't stand the uninterrupted whipping noise and the screaming of the horse, and opened his mouth in an attempt to silence Sir Enzaia.

That's when I heard a strong, fat horse's foot sound.

King Bai Luo is here.

The momentum is faint.

There are no herd horses.

Just one head.

With that momentum, I wouldn't have been able to follow.

"Drop it!"

Sir Enzaia has given a strong order.

The prepared rock is dropped and buried at the entrance of the valley to go.

King Bai Luo runs under a young horse who is blind to falling rocks and connected.

"It's Jagos.

Cut! "

At the life of Sir Enzaia, just one soldier left in the valley shook up a sword that turned heavily.

No way.

No way.

The sword was relentlessly shaken down and the young pawn's neck was cut off.

King Bai Luo shouted.

It is a cry of sorrow and anger.

Horses are clever.

King Bai Luo understands as much as man what has happened in front of him now and whose fault it is.

King White Lo's mourning voice rocked Bardo's chest violently.

Soon Bardo himself was crying just like King White Lo.

As a result, I was a little late to notice.

Two of Lord Enzaia's soldiers used their full strength to poke Bardo's horseback with a spear.

The chestnut-haired horse jumped out screaming and fell under the cliff.

Looking back at the moment of falling, Bardo found out what had happened.

Strangely enough, at that moment, which may be called a moment, Bardo saw Sir Ensaia's expression clearly.

Face staring at Bardo's death with a look of joy.

The chestnut-haired horse twisted his body as he fell on the bald.

And I scratched the slope of the cliff with my forefoot.

disappointment and many times.

Bardo cling desperately to the horse.

Soon the impact of the fall arrived.

He was pulled away from the horse to be blown away and clashed from his back to the ground.

Normally, he would have died.

But Baldo's gear was made from a stubborn river bear warcraft, with a fur and belly skin cushion on the inside of the leather on the back.

Bardo got up and ran over to the chestnut-haired horse.

He was dead.

My neck bone was broken.

Both forelegs are covered in blood and torn.

Because I scratched the cliff desperately with my hooves in an attempt to slow it down a bit.

Both hind legs are bent and crushed in an unlikely way.

Probably this horse.

When we landed, we stretched our hind legs wide down.

so as to have a little less impact on Baldo.

And after the landing, he died with that recoil striking his neck against the rock.

Bardo cried as he reached for the body, which was unbroken.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I cried out loud.

It's been years since I cried in tears, etc.

But I couldn't stop crying.

"Baldo Lowen!"

That was Sir Enzaia's voice.

Bardo stood up and looked up from under the cliff.

"You fucking asshole.

What house did you ask me to go to?

The Randelboa family?

The Marigles?

Do you know who I am?

But you can't report it anywhere.

You're going to die here now.

Gordon Zarkos is dead by now.

Burn it! "

Fire arrows were unleashed on Lord Enzaia's life.

Its aim is a massively piled shrub, an oil barrel arranged at a distance.

As it is, I have no choice but to burn to death while being shot by an arrow.

Seeing, a soldier named Jagos was walking up a rope and his head was trampled.

Before that, King White Lo stands, with his hate-burning eyes, scowling Lord Ensaia on the cliff.

King Bairo saw Bardo.

Bardo also saw King Bai Luo.

Strange, but at this time, Bardo felt like he knew what King White was thinking.

King Bai Luo came running.

Straight to Baldo.

Baldo doesn't try to do it at all.

King Bai Luo lowered his posture.

Bardo clung to his neck and rode on his back using a recoil in which King Bai Luo had made a change of direction.

Run.

Run.

King Bai Luo runs at a great speed.

Fire arrows run through the pouring valley.

In the front, a rolled down rock blocks the road.

In front of it King Bai Luo flipped.

Right.

That's fine.

I can't get up there because I think I can.

Run up there and the rock will collapse and be crushed.

Even so, that's where the arrows will snipe us.

And Bardo thought.

If there is a viability to this situation, that's just one thing.

As if he had crushed the thought, King Bai Luo heads to the slice of the valley.

Fast, still fast.

While capturing the left and right shrubs burning up at the edge of your eyes.

Overlapping acceleration to the end of the line.

The oil barrels are bursting one after the other behind them, blowing up flames and black smoke.

King Bai Luo reaches the end of the gap.

And.

I started running up that slope too steep.

It was a cut cliff, and the top ran its slopes close to the vertical, magically King White Lo.

For a moment the soldiers fired arrows like crazy.

But under the wind blowing up from the valley, the arrows lose momentum and are blown away here and there.

I can't even let King Bai Luo and Bardo flinch away, such as the Hirohiro arrow that happens to hit me.

And finally King White Lo climbed off the cliff and jumped high and high on the cliff.

The place where you flew off into space is directly in front of Sir Enzaia.

Sir Enzaia pulled out his sword and tried to cut it to King White Lo.

Bardo's ancient sword struck that right wrist he shook up, and Sir Enzaia removed the sword.

King Bairo opened his big mouth, turning Sir Enzaia's head, twisting his horse's head and throwing it toward the valley.

I heard a broken neck bone.

With a heavy looking armor on, Sir Enzaia's body floats in space and passes in front of Bardo.

Baldo felt like he smelled a sweet rotten odor.

Sir Enzaia's body jumped out of the cliff with the momentum thrown out and fell to the bottom of the burning valley.

He falls over the shrub, gives him the firepowder, and stays motionless.

Several oil barrels continued to start, and the rising flames and black smoke covered Sir Enzaia's body.

Bardo looked back to intercept the soldiers who would be attacking him.

The soldiers don't move like they're frozen.

Half the soldiers are looking at the rubber that fell into the valley.

Half of them look at a bunch coming from the direction of the castle.

I hear soldiers bluffing that you are a lord, a true lord.

The knight, who stretched his hair and beard to a blubber at the head, is somewhat like Sir Ensaia.

No.

Hi. I hear this is the real Sir Enzaia.

Killings disappear from the soldiers around you.

Neither Bardo nor King Bairo seems to have to die.

9

Bardo is rocked by King White Lo's back.

No, I'm not King Bai Luo anymore.

For some reason King White Lo wouldn't leave Baldo, so I got a saddle and gave him a ride.

Saddled unreluctantly, King White Lo followed Bardo's guidelines.

Apparently King White Lo was in the mood to embark on a wandering journey as well.

In that case, the name Bai Luo Wang is too bad.

Bardo thought of any good names and remembered walking through the grass like a fish swimming in water.

Therefore, this white horse was given the name Moon Fish (Uytan).

Jurchaga, who remained in the castle, just demonstrated his abilities and uncovered the existence of a dungeon.

There were two prisoners there.

One is the real Lord Ensaia.

The fake was my brother.

He shut down his lord, his brother, and replaced him.

Some ministers obeyed my brother, but there were more who defied him.

Those with opposing ministers killed, and some held their brother hostage and made him obey.

The dungeon is sturdy and only a fake Sir Ensaia knows if there are keys.

Heartfelt ministers waited for the hour, suppressing their anger.

Jurchaga was originally a namesake bandit and the key to this dungeon was a "little substitute" if you ask him.

When the watchmen were numbed with their clothes, they let Sir Enzaia go.

Immediately, the castle was restored to Sir Enzaia's hands.

He was attacked by an assassin unleashed by a fake Sir Enzaia, but Gordon Zarkos lay down flat.

Sir Enzaia offered to entertain the three benefactors, but Bardo,

Sir Enzaia will have to be restored to health damaged by claustrophobia.

Also, there will be many things in the castle and in the realm that have to be done.

We're going on a journey like this.

And he left the castle early.

But the real reason for the sudden journey lay with the second prisoner.

The person is sitting right in front of Bardo right now.

Long ears.

earthy skin.

Green double eyed.

Small body.

Arms and fingers like tree branches.

A child of Lujra-Tiant.

Lujra-Tiant is a particularly mysterious clan among the subhuman.

I rarely see them because they are few and avoid people.

Lujra-Tiant is also said to bewitch and kill people with witchcraft.

He is a feared and abhorrent subhuman.

Jurchaga, who discovered Lujla-Tiant in the dungeon, just took him out of the castle and hid him in the woods.

When Bardo learned of it, he left the castle early and sent Jurchaga to pick up this subman.

Asking Jurchaga why she did this,

"Because.

If you leave it like that, they'll kill you. "

I replied.

I thought this man had the heart to pity the weak.

After leaving the castle for the carpet, Bardo talked to the children of Lujra-Tiant.

First, I heard your name.

The children of Lujra-Tiant will then:

"Me, Maura."

I replied.

It was gratifying to know the human language.

"This, Sue"

As Maura continued her words, a white shadow floated in the air.

"Whoa.

Are you a demon?

and Gordon Zarkos are surprised, but neither Bardo nor Jurchaga are surprised.

The only reason Bardo isn't surprised is because he could see it from the beginning, but does Jurchaga do the same?

"Sue, demons are different.

Spirit. "

They say the devil and the spirits are different.

According to Maura, the spirits bitten by humans become demons.

I'm not sure how to spiritualize it.

They have a settlement of Lujra-Tiant to the northeast.

Sir Enzaia's brother caught me coming all the way out south out of curiosity.

My brother locked up Maura, threatened to make her hear what she had to say, fell into his brother and shut him down and took his place, killing a minister who was in the way.

Most importantly, the false Lord Ensaia seemed to think that Maura had the power to show the phantom herself.

In fact, Maura had asked her friend, Su of the Spirit, to create illusions.

Maura wanted to go home to her buddy, so she decided to send him away.

It's not a quick journey.

We talked a lot as we put Maura on Yuetan's back and held her with a hand holding the reins.

While we were talking, Bardo made a lot of moves in his mind.

However threatened, this subhuman and spiritual murdered more than ten human beings.

Bardo himself and Gordon almost got killed.

Yet there is neither hatred nor fear.

If Bardo had been before, he would have hated the sins of Maura and Sui and thought he had to be rewarded.

I feel like a lot of attention has been washed away since I traveled.

I carry Lujra-Tiant, also known as the Devil's Incarnation, on my horse, and I walk closer to the Devil, who is the Devil himself, but I have no aversion whatsoever.

It's a pleasant walk.

It was not the fault of these two men that I felt in Sir Enzaia's castle.

"Sir Enzaia and his wife have children.

A boy about five years old.

Your wife's home is called the Preseal house, and it's in the west.

They keep it there. "

"Oh well.

Your wife's home, too, would have been worried about Sir Enzaia.

Because strange rumors fly, and the ministers who started them die one after the other. "

To the conversation between Jurchaga and Gordon, maybe not, Bardo pinched his mouth.

What was happening in Sir Enzaia's castle is too much for the whole thing.

I don't think it's what it looks like.

Was the mastermind really Sir Enzaia's brother?

If that was the case, it looks like we were halfway through the way, on the path of weakening and ruining our own territory.

It's odd how you keep your inheritance at your wife's home for years.

Why did the Preseal family leave things unattended when they didn't think they knew anything about it at all?

In the first place, that wife seemed to behave as if she were really grand as her mistress.

It was not an attitude in which my husband was being taken hostage and forced to listen.

I am surprised that even today the Preseals sent troops to take control of Sir Ensaia and his castle, calling them to rule the chaos, and to push the boy of his inheritance to make this land my property.

Yeah, Bardo says,

"Mmmmm."

and Gordon groaned,

"Aristocrats, hey."

and Jurchaga shrugged his neck.

And when you take the bottle out of the bag on your back, saying it's a pain, a pain, you drink the contents,

"Ugh, um...

Awesome. "

Ha ha.

"What isn't that?

to Gordon's question that

"Ah, it's baked liquor.

Sir Enzaia's husband gave it to me.

Want a drink? "

"Oh well.

Hmm!

This is going to be good.

Excellent grilled liquor. "

He honestly believed Jurchaga's words, and Gordon said, "Is there such a reason, Jurchaga, you thief?"

Instead, as I pulled the horse over and approached Gordon, I took the bottle away.

It is a bottle baked with a crest.

It is a fairly luxurious product made in a country in the centre of the continent.

Whoa, whoa.

Strong irritation characteristic of distilled liquor burned his throat.

My tongue and mouth burned tingly.

At the same time, I felt so mellow and deep.

If you exhale, a unique smell of smoke passes through your nostrils comfortably.

In the end, the name of the chestnut-haired horse remained unknown.

It's a horse I raised in the Zarkos family, but Gordon didn't even know his name.

I am always blessed with good horses.

Bardo drank the bottle again, remembering at least to rest in peace.

Now I tasted it carefully in my mouth.

It tastes complicated.

Over the years, the acne, tannins and bitterness descend, turning the clear liquor into amber.

Alcohol doesn't hate impurities that dye me.

I keep holding her quietly, and eventually everything melts together.

That's where this liquor is.

Bardo tasted the liquor in his mouth.