The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

"Oh, well.

Will you also go to Master Zendatta?

He's an awkward guy, and even if he comes to ask for the best of his life, he doesn't strike a knife. "

That's what the old man, who came out of the shade of the woods, said.

"Yeah, let me tell you something."

He's an old man like a dead tree, and what he's wearing is crude.

But this old man, Bardo, who just found it so funny,

Hmm.

Is there a good thing?

Shall I tell you?

I said.

Then the old man,

"Master Zendatta looks at the hips of those who come to order a knife.

Foothill Village. Then it's like the other person's nostalgia, but it's not.

If you look at your hips, you'll know how much they have. "

Bardo was impressed by this statement.

Sure it is.

Weapons that have been used for many years show the personality of their handles.

It may be said that the knight's sword is engraved with his knight's life.

In that sense, the forge of looking at the sword and determining the owner's instrumentality is probably also excellent for character appraisal.

And I found it more and more interesting to this old man who taught me that, followed by the old man,

"Which.

I will make one rule as to whether or not your hips will meet Master Zendatta's eyes. "

I said, "Well, please," and I took off the ancient sword and gave it to the old man.

Next door is Chantillion.

The old man did not immediately pull out the ancient sword, but glanced at the seams of the sheath with his fingers to ascertain his senses.

Baldo was dull.

The look of the old man with the ancient sword felt some intrusive majesty.

This.

This old man.

Then the old man drew his sword and put the ancient sword in front of him.

Much longer, the old man looked at the ancient sword.

Those eyes are as quiet as a lake in the deep mountains, and I have no idea what you're thinking.

An ancient sword is a treasure sword for Baldo, but for a man who doesn't, it's like a bad sword.

The colors are dull, with twisted drawstrings running on both sides of the blade, which won't make it any more beautiful to care for.

Because of the most familiar sight, the twisted pattern has recently appeared to be some kind of writing.

For writing as if decorative strings had been unconstructively burned.

It's a strange thing to see, and it's starting to feel like this shitty weapon has a style that no other sword has.

and tears spilled out of the eyes of the old man, who was looking at the ancient sword.

The old man sheathed his ancient sword and returned it to Bardo before wiping away his tears.

"It's unusual, I showed it to you.

Let me show you your sword too. "

So I demanded the sword of Chantillion.

Chantillion was lost, but when Bardo let him nod, he gave every sheath a sword to the old man.

The sword is the devil's sword, but to be inconspicuous on the road means that the sheath has been replaced with a very plain object.

Though not so big a sword, it weighs a lot, but unexpectedly, the old man received the sword at risk, this time blind to the sheath, and immediately pulled out the sword.

And most of the time when you look across the sword,

"This is pretty good.

Let's put on Zendatta's glasses. "

I returned it and gave it to him.

Then the two climbed the mountain path as taught by the old man, and soon reached the blacksmith of Zendatta, a famous man.

Chantillion is on the road,

"In the end, what was the point of showing that old man his sword"

I've been asking, so Bardo,

Ask him what he'll get for what he showed you, and he'll probably get nothing.

If you think you've had a look at it, it's worth it in and of itself.

And I returned an answer that seemed like a mystery.

2.

A month and a little bit passed since I left Fort Corpos.

At first Chantillion had little idea of how to camp, and had shut his mouth to the cold winds of dawn and the bugs that stormed him wherever he could, but he was just as young as twenty-four.

Bardo didn't bother to stop in the big city, but stopped in search of a rugged village where the Argolide family's prestige and so on did not extend.

The first to rent the inn was the house of a village actor in a small village.

Bardo and Chantillion ride fine horses and have a splendid look, so I guess the man thought he was a good customer.

I smiled and stated what hospitality I could have, such as cooking and booze.

But Bardo asked me to stay at the stable because he didn't have any money.

Knowing that was no joke, the man behaved like he had returned his applause and looked at the two with contempt.

When he was given to throw a crude meal, Chantillion nearly pulled out his sword in jeopardy.

In another village, when I was greeted warmly by a poor, childish house, I drank crude soup looking delicious.

My oldest daughter, who will be fourteen next year, talked a lot more pleasantly while being regarded by the beauty of Chantillion.

Chantillion, who found out that his eldest daughter would be sold next spring, had been shocked, but sealed by Bardo's gaze, said nothing more.

In one village, I learned about the harsh taxation.

In one village, I was surprised by the magnitude of the bandit's damage.

In one village, I learned of the horror of not having a doctor or medication for getting sick.

After a while, Chantillion also became moderately thinly dirty, making it somewhat more familiar with the villagers.

Bardo told Chantillion.

His Royal Highness Prince Wang was ordered to inspect the area extensively.

That means knowing how the people live.

The landscape seen from the Lords' Hall and from the houses of the people is as if it were different.

This way over the poor villages, we would have found out a little bit about the people's lives.

Still, you cannot truly know the thoughts of the people.

Because I was born to live and think too differently.

But much can be learned about the suffering of the people, about the happiness of the people.

Chantillion told Baldo.

The deputies in the village before this cannot be forgiven.

Obviously, he was fattening his personal belly and taking up discretionary taxes.

Lord Bardo put me in charge, but when I return to the king's capital, I will summon his master to punish him accordingly.

Also, the parents who said they were going to sell their oldest daughter in the spring, even though they seemed kind.

I'm going to give you money through the village role and make sure you don't have to sell your daughter.

Bardo told Chantillion.

Make it your favorite.

But the noblemen of the countryside are afraid of the glory of the Argorides, and in front of you, they may hear what they say.

But if you were suddenly criticized for the work of a deputy under your discretion, you wouldn't be happy with that country nobleman either.

Think carefully about whether that will lead to the happiness of the people.

You may also give money to help your daughter get sold, but have you thought about what that would do to that family?

My daughter is given what to wear and eat ahead of being sold, and she learns a lot of work.

If you work hard, you can pay off your debts, and eventually the year breaks and you can go home or work again in advance.

If the husband I bought away was a solid person, he might also look for someone to marry.

Didn't my brother or sister say they would help their parents to stay away from their sister?

And if that father thinks he'll be happy to sell his daughter, it's a big mistake.

Is your eye a pit?

They live their lives very hard.

What do you think of that?

To the silent Chantillion, further said Bardo.

Besides, should I not give it to my neighbor as a gift of money to that house?

Life in that village is tough in every house.

I didn't have a daughter in the house next door, but maybe I'm making a sacrifice selling my daughter, after I've already sold her.

If you're only giving money for your daughters of your age, how are you different from the lords who used their daughters from all over the village as comforters?

What you do may seem splendid, but don't you stand first to satisfy yourself?

Think carefully about what it means to watch and support people's lives as nobles.

Bardo also told Chantillion about Maisian territory.

In the Maisian realm of distant or peripheral regions, the first generation said it was left behind.

Someone will starve if someone murmurs, imagine what the poorest of the inhabitants ate tonight.

The Zarkos still use this as home training.

So, Lordship Gordon Zarkos didn't reprimand his sister and his wife for keeping them away, even knowing that their property had been devoured for unpleasant relatives while they were away and that they were left wanting politics (that is).

On the contrary, he gave a heartfelt compliment that the people had protected the family even if it was reduced.

Both the ministers and the inhabitants fell to their feet to hear it, to weep, and to use their whispering power to make the Lord's ideals come true.

It is easy to yield people with power, but it is difficult to bring people down with virtue.

A knight must not be powerless.

But if there is only power and no virtue, it will be terrible.

Haven't you seen it?

Chantillion scoffed at Bardo's words, and then a few days later he was silent in his thoughts.

I can't help it.

I don't know where the hell he heard it from, but Chantillion assumed Bardo was on a vicious exorcism journey on the border.

That's why I thought this visit to Bardo was also a journey to revisit evil, so to speak.

I guess I never dreamed that I would be.

I heard about Zendatta being in the mountains here in the village I stopped by while I was doing this.

Chantillion was greatly surprised to hear that.

Zendatta is a well-known blacksmith in the Wang capital, but she disappeared a long time ago.

Chantillion said he would love to have the Devil's Sword sharpened because he could also have a blade spill that he couldn't fix himself.

So the two of us climbed the mountain.

3

Zendatta was an old man, wearing crude work clothes, but someone who made him feel somehow dignified.

"Can I see your hips first?

I'm afraid it's my way of doing things.

I beg your pardon. "

and Zendatta says, so Bardo gave the ancient sword every sheath.

Zendatta pulled out her sword and saw it at first glance, but frowned and immediately put it in her sheath, returning it to Bardo.

Then Chantillion gave him the Devil's Sword.

The sheath is a mass.

Zendatta, who pulled out her sword, surprised her eyes.

After watching that demon sword for a while,

"This is the Devil's Sword (Blue Lady) trained by the famous Gooed Master.

It has the characteristics as you tell it.

There must have been some pretty intense fighting lately.

It has quite a few fine scratches.

Well maintained, but with scratches you can't fix unless you're a blacksmith.

But it's a truly stunning demon sword.

We've shown you good stuff. "

And I gave it back to Chantillion in a way that was flattering.

I guess that means I admitted the amount of Chantillion.

You will also know that this sword was once given to the Argorides by the King of Time as a grace.

Asking Zendatta what she wanted, Chantillion asked her to sharpen this demon sword.

Zendatta agreed to this and was to keep her sword overnight.

To find accommodation in the village at the foot, Bardo and Chantillion left the blacksmith on horseback.

On his way down the mountain road, he met with a strange bunch of people.

Coming to the forefront are knights dressed in stunning armor that are attached to them when they are decorated or decorated.

The two who come after them also wear armor no less than nasty and vicious.

Plus the two that come after, they're not wearing armor, but their faces are nasty and vicious.

All five horses they ride are splendid and a waste to this rider.

"Hey, you guys!

Were you at Zendatta's house?

I thought you bought a sword. "

Saying so, the leading knight approached Baldo and Chantillion to bump him and see how he was doing.

"What ah?

Young men don't even have swords, and they have tiny swords on their hips.

Bastards!

It's pathetic to have a knight with money.

No, not even a sword. Well, not a knight. "

On the side of the leading knight, the four behind him made a loud bruised laugh.

"Even if there was money.

Zendatta's sword belongs to this knight, Tegro Manda.

Out of the way.

Don't block the Knight Tegro's passage!

Damn.

What a bumpy horse. "

Even though they are evil, Bardo and Uytan are important, so the knight Tegro has to look up to them.

The last word is a complaint about that.

Baldo and Chantillion gave way, so the five passed beside it in a sneaky and dignified manner.

Bardo stopped Euthan's leg after a little down the road and told Chantillion.

They had blood on their armor.

Chantillion said he didn't seem to have noticed it and looked a little surprised.

"I'm worried about what kind of lawlessness they work at Lord Zendatta's."

Bardo nodded, turning his horse's head.

And they kept a good distance from the five knights, and went back to the house of Zendatta.