The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

In the next village I stopped by, things got a little odd.

It was in a village where the sap of a talikoge tree was a specialty, where the villagers conspired with the merchants to plunge the craftsmen into innocence and to monopolize the sap.

Baldo intended to prove only the innocence of the craftsmen in a calm way, without naming themselves.

But Chantillion begged Baldo for the dagger of the king's seal, and he that was here began to do it.

I had no choice but to teach the villagers and the merchants in the least harmful way possible, but it made a fuss.

I stopped talking, but no doubt rumors will spread.

Hi Chantillion, looks like he's awakened to the pleasure of punishing the bad guys with the grand general's glory.

And Bardo said unto Chantillion, Stop bragging my name.

Chantillion replied that he understood in a bright voice but was really anxious to know.

Bardo wondered if he had this personality.

It's like someone somewhere.

On second thought, however, there were aspects that I thought would be the case.

Chantillion is a serious, honest, hard-working man.

Now I'm trying to do the best I can on this journey.

The way it appears, I guess this happens to be the case.

Bardo's name could have been hurt.

If you return to the king's capital, you will be exonerated from that and other responsibilities.

Something like scandal happens somewhat, so fortunately, it will be used to clean up the army.

So I don't mind if it's just a matter of Bardo's disgrace.

But you can't hurt the king's name.

Also, I don't want to scratch Chantillion's name.

Chantillion doesn't understand the horror of a rumor.

Suppose, for example, there are rumors like this.

In a village, General Bardo helped the villagers and merchants suffer the craftsmen.

But suppose there was one who said this to it.

I heard General Bardo tormented the villagers.

After that, the rumors are getting worse and worse.

Besides, the story that the original story tells just contains the facts is convincing.

At the end of the rumor, a good man can be a bad man, and an assailant can be a victim.

That's why Bardo keeps Chantillion from naming himself.

As a matter of fact, the name of the Argorides would be more influential than the name of Bardo, for example.

There is too much.

For local lords, things like General Bardo will eventually disappear if you keep your head down just now.

But if you get in the mood of the Argorides, even the descendants of a hundred years away will be rewarded.

Yeah, they should think so.

Bardo is still not familiar with this country, but I know that the Argorides are such a house.

"Lord Gordon Zarkos always said the journey was good, the journey was good, but that's really true"

Bardo kept thinking about this word, which was casually taken from Chantillion's mouth, once he heard it.

But, uh, I noticed.

What did Chantillion say now?

I've told this guy about Gordon Zarkos.

I told you a few times.

But you're not supposed to be talking about Gordon's cliché.

Where did he hear that?

Bardo asked Chantillion that.

"Huh?

That, you see, is a feast that took place on the last day of the Border Race Martial Association.

I was lying on my bunk, but someone on my doorstep was on the deputy referee, and he told me more about the feast pattern later.

Didn't you say that the servants of Lord Bardo, such as Jurchaga, gave us the story of their journey, which was also told in the Imperial Palace of the Goriola Empire?

They said only people of considerable stature could get in the back of that Imperial Palace over there, and you were getting some special status.

You said he seemed to enjoy himself while getting meat and booze from the knights around him?

I hear Lord Bardo was there. "

Ju le cha ga!

I also felt like I did see him.

I wasn't drunk and confused my memories.

The beef was prepared for the knight and no one else can eat it.

It was an atmosphere where I couldn't even set foot on the spot.

That's why I assumed Jurchaga couldn't have come over there, but speaking of which, he was being told by quasi nobles.

No, if it was him, he wouldn't show up anywhere in the first place.

See, the hero Tan, like the story, is also good to hear as just a story.

But what if the main character becomes a general of his own country?

Rumors are rumours because they don't communicate correctly, and in some cases they can be deliberately twisted.

On second thought, Bardo stopped worrying.

Which way soon this status will leave.

This country also leaves.

The Knights of the Border Knights would have a thin edge on the King's Capital, and the contestants, with exceptions such as Chantillion, are the knights active in the province.

It can't be a big impact either.

"I was moved and ordered the man to write down the story of Sir Bardo Lowen for as long as I could remember"

Don't do what you don't want!

I couldn't help but notice.

Bardo is Chantillion's boss now, but his identity is far up there and he's not in a position to complain about his personal behavior.

I couldn't think of anyone else who might do that.

2.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

"Dance, dance. Dancers dance.

Maukaliyuna is a beautiful daughter.

It's a fast tempo tune song.

It's Eina's man singing.

Its face, illuminated by the lights of firewood, is young and beautiful.

But if you look closely, you also look like an old man.

He sings in a high pitch and at a tense tone.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

Maukaliyuna had a lover.

Sweet skinned, sweet man.

The man wanted the gift of a proposal to Maukaliyuna.

That's why the man went to the battlefield about the knight.

One man plays a four-string zalbatta, and two men are hitting a small drum.

It's Eina's men.

A dozen other Eina men and about the same number of Eina women are clapping and hanging hands together.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

Maukaliyuna got lonely.

I'm so lonely, I can't stand it.

What Maukaliyuna wanted wasn't a gift.

It was a soft creep for a man.

The audience, gathered from the three villages, is intoxicated by the art of the people of Eina, forming themselves in a place of thought, drinking alcohol and fruit juice.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

Maukaliyuna went to battlefield.

The war was still going on.

And the man was dead.

I never said goodbye to my girlfriend.

At the center of the wheel is one woman dancing.

It's Eina's daughter.

The woman dances passionately as she sweats from her shaky burning red hair.

The woman is dancing violently as she waves her legs wide, letting her fleshy chest wave and rub her hips.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

Though I wanted to take a man back to the village.

Nobody carries a man.

Knight's horse is full of loot.

There was nowhere to put my squire's body.

This is the second time Bardo has seen this woman.

The first thing I saw was on a journey from Rhode Van Castle to King's Capital.

I saw it in the cavalry of the regional knights, who stayed under heavy rain.

I don't remember the name of the village or the name of the lord anymore.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

That's why Maukaliyuna asked the knight.

Cut off this guy.

She has a terribly impressive eye.

Even then, I thought so.

Why does this woman look at me like this?

It's like looking at someone who's made a life-threatening love.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

Maukaliyuna stared happily at the knight's decapitated neck.

Everybody said this woman was crazy.

But Maukaliyuna was happy.

'Cause the man's tickle was already hers.

Next door, Chantillion is taken with a pompous face.

I'm a senior aristocrat, so I'm supposed to be familiar with different entertainment, but I guess I don't know a song or dance as far away from such elegance.

Thiele, Thiele, Thiele, Thiele.

"Dance, dance. Dancers dance.

Maukaliyuna is a beautiful daughter.

(Thielele ~ Thiele ~ Yee ~ A ~!

A sobbing treble sounded and the song was over.

A big round of applause arose.

3

Harvest festivals were held in the villages.

At this time of year, the people of Eina are pulling in every village.

Entertain them with songs, dancing, handwives and stories, fix leather finishes, and sell slightly rare finishes.

You can also dream in the shade of a tree with your favorite daughter or man if you celebrate the head of the Brigade (Tran) just a little bit.

The Baldos decided to participate in this feast, which lasted three days, as recommended by the village chief (Muraoza).

Bardo bought one oversized barrel and offered it to everyone.

The village chief dedicated his first toast to Bardo and gathered all the applause for this archdeacon.

After that, it's literally rude.

The song changed.

Quiet and sweet.

Eina's famous singer sings the love of a ugly girl.

Dancers twist themselves together with it.

I don't have a big gesture, but I don't attract and release people as if ecstasy were spraying out of beautiful skin.

See you later.

I'll look at me again.

No.

Does it make anyone think so?

Because it's a trick for witchcraft.

Eventually the woman's dance was over.

Then the villagers danced out on the performance of the Eina people.

After a while, Chantillion was also pulled out and added to that dance ring.

Several village daughters are turning their hot gaze to Chantillion.

Some try to take my hand and dance with me.

Bardo moved a little further away and deposited his back in the tree.

The night breeze swells down my drunken cheeks.

Keep your eyes peeled.

In half a dream, Bardo was reflecting on the story of the mason Zendatta.

That story complemented Bali Toad's story with some parts, and some parts that were different to eat.

Some parts were in common with the ancient legends Bardo had been preaching, and others were different.

In any case, I could have known something I never knew before.

I'm starting to see things I've never seen before.

But I don't know what that means as a whole.

I don't know what's going to happen and how that will connect.

Zendatta said Bardo was a man of mission.

I don't have that feeling about Bardo himself, but I don't want to take Zendatta's words lightly.

I don't want you to remember Zendatta's words until the day you know what they mean.

"Are you drunk already?

I heard a voice from behind the tree that brought me here.

I didn't have to look at her face, but I found out it was that woman who was dancing.

He didn't care to come near because there were few signs of people in the woods, but he had something for Bardo.

It's the second time I've seen you.

I wonder if that's the case, and Bardo returned it without even looking back.

"Well.

You're cold.

I've only thought about you since I saw you at first sight. "

Bardo laughed lightly because it was too much rhetoric.

"You laugh.

But I'm sure you do, too.

You couldn't forget about me.

Because you're my man. "

Hi. Looks like this woman has decided that tonight's guest is Bardo.

Not a bad candidate.

Of all the people in this village right now, it should look like Bardo has the most money.

That doesn't mean it's a mistake.

A woman stepped out from behind the tree to the right, showing signs of her hips down.

It has a sweet aroma.

There's a sweet scent that resembles something.

What the hell was that scent?

That's right.

It's a turcine flower that blooms on the border.

His hand reached out and softened Baldo's beard.

Then the woman pinched Baldo's cheek with both hands, twisting and letting Baldo's face point toward herself.

The luster was disappearing when I was dancing.

Amazingly beautiful face.

Even in such a dim place, red hair blinds to burn.

Baldo's hair was once as red as this.

A clear eyebrow and a slightly connected large eye make you feel the strength of your chi.

Why does a red, slightly larger mouth feel sad when it has a faint cheek?

It's Liza.

said the woman.

Liza, said Bardo.

"That's right."

and Liza grinned and looked at me.

The floral scent of Türcine filled Baldo's nose.

Bardo wondered if that would be all right.

But it didn't.

A horse.

The Horse Riders.

Probably about twenty horsemen.

I can also hear armor and weapons bumping into each other.

Looks like someone's been breaking into the festival.