The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

In a space that opened snugly in the deep woods, the Baldos were there.

In front of me, waterfalls are pouring water constantly into the waterfall pot of Bi (Midori).

There is a large rock shelf sticking out by the waterfall pot, on which Venn Urrill sleeps.

I was swimming as fast as I could.

He washes away sweat, dust and creepy blood completely and now exposes himself naked to the wind that blows to his comfort.

brown whole body. There are scars here, but that hasn't damaged the beauty of this man in the least.

Sleek stretched legs and long fingers.

The hand is also full again.

Surprisingly instantaneous, the muscles of the whole body, by their velvety epidermis, hide their ferocity brilliantly.

It's supple, supple, and it's like a night's sleep.

It appears to be wrapped in phosphorescence because the vine hair reflects the sunlight that has passed through the leaves of the trees.

Poking his left elbow up his upper body just a little while his right arm is bent and letting him play over his chest.

Only one room with dark hair on the forehead, slightly to the left, is reddish brown, shaking about in the wind.

When did you shave? No beard, no moustache.

Instead, the eyelashes are long and rich, and the mistletoe drips well.

It looks like shorter hair from the front, but it is long stretched on the back side.

Not every bottle is long.

Hairline continues all the way down.

Besides, I have strangely thickened uvula hair directly above my spine, which is why my hair looks like it keeps going up to just above my hips.

When I was swimming around freely in the water, it was like my back was growing.

Doria Tessa, who was hiding in the shadows of the rocks and bathing alone in water, had washed her body with a lot in mind, but came out in a well-ventilated thin outfit.

I turned away as surprised, seeing a threadless look at Ven Urrill, but I must have tightened my expression and pretended there was nothing.

If I could light it up, I would have thought it was a loss, Bardo thought.

Jurchaga, sleeping cleverly on a tree, gave a small laugh.

Doriatessa sent her tight gaze to Jurchaga, but of course this bandit won't flinch at all.

Hmm, and he exhaled a rough breath before Doriatessa returned to the waterfront with armor and began to wash the waste.

Sleeping at the roots of a tree, Gordon Zarkos doesn't even notice such an exchange, snoring all the time at the sound of the waterfall and losing.

The season is autumn.

The sky is clear, the trees colour abundantly, the water is clean, and the light of day is soft.

One line was relaxing thoughtfully.

2.

Even at this moment of relaxation, Venn Urrill is possessed by a red raven that invites death.

In Baldo today, that is clearly visible.

To the house the bandits had made aside, just one Ven Uril jumped in.

I see, with this man's skill, you don't have to be afraid of every burglar.

But you don't know what kind of weapon enemies you have.

I don't know what kind of preparation I have.

Even a samurai with honor cannot send rain grains in the rain.

You can't squeeze grains of sand in a sandstorm.

Any master can die just because a poisoned dagger blushes his body.

He thinks it's a rare swordsman.

From this man today, I can't feel the joy of life.

When we first met, it wasn't.

I was enjoying exchanging swords with Bardo.

At that time, Venn Urrill had not abandoned living.

Even during the battle against the Great Red Bear Warcraft, this man was indeed alive.

The hateful appearance of calm and continuing to send warcraft attacks was filled with a special light that only a samurai with an extreme sword could put together.

But the way I chopped up the bandits was terrible.

The hands, feet and neck of those scattered flying bandits.

With this man's skill, you could have defeated him more vividly.

Speaking of which is the real Venn Urrill, I guess both are.

This man lived in despair behind a floating attitude.

What the hell kind of life have you lived and seen?

Have you continued to watch your loved ones die, be hurt, and perish away?

What is the experience of taking the power of life away from so many men?

Still, this man has lived.

My sister and her feelings for them may have stopped this man from connecting to the ground.

Because now that my sister's got a partner, this man is finally in danger.

Perhaps this man, from birth to today, has carried a number of heavy luggage.

I have lived with a number of promises.

This man hates freeing himself from those restraints.

If you borrow this man's rhetoric, you can't break your promise to heaven, he thinks.

Because if you break it, heavenly revenge will take away your sister's happiness and break everything you've ever had.

What can I do to free this man from constraints?

This man said he was the one who got the weather about Bardo.

Maybe it really is.

The heavenly desire not to let this man die has brought this man to Bardo.

But how can I keep this man alive?

How can I get rid of the red raven that is feeding my nails into this man's heart?

I've been thinking so far, and Bardo suddenly went crazy.

What the hell am I thinking?

How can I save this man, etc.?

What are you going to do?

What can I do with someone's heart?

It's not something you can do in the first place, like save or change someone.

If there's anything I can do, it's to give.

It's not just about giving this man something useful with what I have.

I don't care how you use it or not, this guy is shitty.

I have to walk my own life.

Bardo tapped a sword sheath made from the skin of his beloved horse.

Still, why do I care so much about this man?

I wonder where I liked this bigoted swordsman so much.

I thought about it, but I wasn't sure.

3

Ven Urrill was still on the rock shelf.

I'm already wearing clothes.

Bardo approached Venn Urrill and asked if you had decided to have me.

Ven Urril raised his torso and turned around, and said, um...

And Bardo went on to ask him, Follow my words, and keep the oath which he had made unto me.

Again, um, there was a response.

Furthermore, Bardo asked if you had a home, a name, a family fortune, or a job to inherit.

Venn Urrill replied, no, no.

Baldo extended his right hand finger and slammed his palm forward obliquely toward the bottom.

That is condescension when you make a knight swear something.

Ven Urrill changed his posture as a hack, and as he advanced forward in Baldo, he put his right knee to the ground and drooped his head (like this).

With his right hand on its head, Bardo Lowen declared.

In the name of Patarapoza, the god of darkness and tranquillity, the knight Bardo Lowen asks the knight Ven Urril.

Knight Ven Urrill.

Do you swear?

"I swear to God."

If so, I, Bardo Lowen, will tell you nothing as a master.

With this moment, I will take away the name of what.

However, as my adopted son, I welcome him to the Lowen family and take him as my family name joiner.

Rather than this, name him Cars Lowen.

Swear.

That's right. Venn Urrill was surprised, too, when he tried to raise his head, but Bardo's right hand didn't allow it.

Baldo's boney big hand is holding Venn Urrill's head tight.

Swear.

and again, when Bardo commanded, after a while of patrolling,

"I swear."

and swore in a slightly trembling voice.

Hmm.

What an old name, now lost.

Every pledge made in the name of the ancient one disappeared.

The knight's vows also disappeared again.

Therefore, a new knight's pledge must be made.

As Bardo pulled his own bandage out of his waist, he laid the flat against the right shoulder of the man kneeling in front of him.

Oh, my God, it's Cars Lowen.

He who is a knight.

What is it that you take an oath under any God?

After a while of silence,

"Under the god of the wind, Sauciera"

There was an answer.

I don't know.

God of the wind and oblivion, a friend of the blessed forest, Sausiera, who is the protector of the undisturbed growth.

Check it out.

Though I have refined my mind and body knowledge, I will not make a knightly pledge now.

It's Cars Lowen.

Who do you think you should knight with loyalty?

There was a lot of long silence in response to this inquiry.

The sound of a waterfall.

Bitterness of the cobwebs.

The voices of the little birds.

Nothing in the woods hurries.

If Bardo hadn't been the sworn guide, Cars Lowen would have sworn allegiance to Bardo without hesitation.

But since Bardo is the forerunner of this oath, I will not be able to do it in old times.

Also, if Bardo had a wife or a son, he could have chosen that one, but unfortunately, the Rowens only have Bardo and Cars.

So Cars has to choose who he can truly turn to.

You have to put your own hands in the depths of my heart and take what lurks there.

Expectations.

Something worthy of being a sign of life.

That's what Venn Urrill really needs to do in order to be reborn into Cars Lowen.

Trouble, trouble.

And utter the words of Mizu.

What do you care about?

What kind of person finds value in it?

You proclaim it to the gods.

Only then will Cars Lowen become a person with hot meat and blood tide.

Bardo just waited quietly for a long tour.

Eventually, the sworn, with a squishy voice,

"My loyalty is to those who want to be robbed."

And I answered.

And furthermore, he continued with a voice that sparked an uncontrollable passion, completely different from that of previous Venn Urrill.

"To those who have been deprived of their precious things because of

home to those who have torn their families away from themselves,

to those who were able to live an unwanted way,

My heart can be turned.

I take the sword for those who are trampled, held back, and distorted.

My loyalty is to those who want to be robbed. "

And every one made a vow of prayer.

Bardo nodded, wondering, and Ken asked for his last vow.

If so, what virtue will it have in order to fulfill its pledge?

In contrast, immediately,

"Be ignorant"

There was an answer.

There is no virtue of ignorance among what is said to be the thirteenth virtue, nor among the precedents to the best of Bardo's knowledge.

"I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow.

I don't know what the country will do tomorrow.

I don't know if what was right today is right tomorrow.

Don't have the power to say the end of things correctly.

Being so ignorant, I don't laugh at anyone's opinions or wishes.

I can't think of someone as stupid and think of something as wrong.

I take ignorance as my only virtue, and I fulfill my vows. "

I don't know.

It's Sociella, the god of wind.

Gods.

A great deal of life.

A new knight, Cars Lowen, was born here now.

Witness the covenant, and bless it.

After proclaiming, Bardo hit his right shoulder five degrees and his left shoulder seven times, putting his sword in his sheath.

Before I let Cars stand, I put my right hand against Cars' head again and proclaimed.

Knight Cars Lowen.

As a covenant guide, I command you to do whatever it takes.

"I accept."

And he commanded Cars Lowen, who had vowed, that Bardo merely say one word.

Live with your heart.

When you're done saying that, let Cars stand, hands on your shoulders,

Now I'm a knight.

I told him.

Soon, we all surrounded ourselves and watched how the oath looked.

Gordon Zarkos nodded, yeah,

"Knight Cars Lowen.

Fortunately for the future!

and blessed with a powerful voice.

Doria Tessa's eyes sparkled with a voice that couldn't contain her emotions.

"Lord Cars Lowen.

Congratulations. "

I said.

Jurchaga's reaction was completely different.

And he put his hands behind his head, and said:

"Ah.

Fine.

Fine.

Hey, you can do that to me, too. "

"No.

You're not a knight in the first place. "

Gordon just pointed it out.

"Huh.

No, no, no, no.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Whoa, Cars!

For some reason, I summoned him with great vigour.

Speaking of which, only to Venn Urrill has ever called me husband.

"You know what I mean.

I became Bardo's husband because it was faster to eat.

Call me your brother!

Together, silence flowed on the field for a while, not knowing how to react.

Cars is a terribly hard man to tell his age, but it doesn't mean he's below Jurchaga.

Eventually, Cars loosened the edge of his mouth a little.

"Ah, this guy.

You laughed!

I laughed with my nose. "

Jurchaga swung a tree branch and attacked Cars Lowen.

Jurchaga wields her branches over and over again.

It's a quick attack.

"Wait, whoa, whoa!

Cars keeps flirting.

There's no such thing as a makeover smile on that face.

It's terribly faceless.

It's faceless, but it seemed to Bardo that it was a face I was enjoying in peace.

I can still see a red raven on its back, but its appearance is getting smaller.

"Brother, call me!

A loud voice stuck to the woods.

The birds fly away in astonishment with judgment.

The chirping sounded like a voice.

Red, yellow and orange leaves fell into the waterfall pot, dancing twirling in the water.