The Old Knight of a Frontier District

7

Fortunately, it was a night of two moons.

The line was as hasty as possible.

Except for those with poor feet and young men, they are on foot.

No matter how bright the moon is, it can't go that fast on the mountain road at night.

Eventually the night dawned.

And when the sun rose high, we reached the village.

The village chief was surprised by the arrival of a group, but Eina's brigade is exactly who he wanted us to be now.

The promise to perform the art just came together at night, and we took a break together in the shade of a tree near the village.

Somehow he was taken to the Lordship Hall after he was tired of the arts, and then he walked through without eating.

We're all terribly tired.

The village chief let him carry the water distracted.

I looked a little strange when I saw Bardo and Chantillion, but I didn't say anything in particular.

As the sun fell, Chantillion woke up.

Bardo woke up a while ago and watched the villagers prepare the feast as he took care of his weapons and armor.

There is no need to rush any longer.

In such a public place, there can be no such abusive thing as a chaser coming.

The chief brought me a meal, but I didn't eat Chantillion.

I don't even say anything and hold my knee and don't try to move.

And the festival began.

The Einah people seem to be entertaining the villagers greatly by showing off their masterful art, something that they would not have been able to rest their bodies much.

Bardo drank while savoring the hustle and noise a little further away.

Chantillion is the same.

What are you suffering from?

Would it have been that there were knights who would not be afraid to do justice?

Would it have killed a person?

After worrying, Bardo decided to say exactly what he needed to say.

Chantillion.

You think I didn't have to kill everyone who was in that room?

But.

That has to be done.

Whoever kills a man to get a slice of bread can never go back to being a decent person.

He will kill again if he is hungry.

It's the same beast that remembers the taste of cannibalism will start targeting all people from now on.

Let alone the abalone that releases to the field while capturing the cannibal beast.

People who have become poisoned and become poisoned themselves will never come back to normal.

Let go of those who hunt people, and hunt people somewhere else.

We were supposed to be hunted first. We helped someone.

Chantillion returns no reply as to whether Bardo's words got in his ear or not.

If this is fourteen or the years there, you can beat him in the cheek with one shot, then give him a hug.

But they are twenty-four adults.

It's not the kind of year a father's replacement would hug anymore.

Poor thing, but I just have to get myself back on my feet.

No, wait.

Bardo stood up and approached the festival wheel.

The villagers are dancing.

There he is.

Resting in the shade a little further away.

As Bardo approached, Liza had a full grin.

I thought you'd come.

Bardo told Liza.

It's hard to ask, please.

It seems to me that the killing of my country's knights is a terrible thing for my young people.

Maybe it's the first time I've ever taken a person's life.

At a time like this, the warmth of human skin is the most important medicine.

Why don't you show that young man a gentle dream?

Liza said this, leaving a laugh on her face.

"You.

Ever been told you're a blunt one?

But I get it.

Thank you for helping us.

I'll take care of that boy. "

Bardo thanked him and walked away.

I built an impromptu tent with a large sheet loaned to me by the head of Eina and laid it down with soft grass.

The wind at dawn hurts my joints, so I would appreciate a tent with wind.

I crept into my cape and lay down, relaxed and thought.

I wonder what that beginnings of Chantillion means.

I was born and raised in a house of senior aristocrats, so I should have seen mountains of people's malice.

You're supposed to be growing up to turn the number of power tricks around so you can get some air.

No, it's not.

That's just Baldo's assumption.

Because I don't actually know one thing about what kind of environment Chantillion was born and raised in.

Chantillion honors justice and has the idea that good should be rewarded.

I have a pure heart.

That's the truth.

Wouldn't it be great if we could develop a judgment that is ready for reality without losing that temperament?

That would be of significance to a few people in this country.

And a cold breeze came in.

Someone dives into Bardo's bedroom.

It smelled sweet of turcine flowers.

The soft flesh has stretched out to lean against Baldo's body.

I thought you asked for Chantillion, but Bardo said,

"I let my young daughter go.

It's okay because I've included it properly.

You said so.

We have feelings for ourselves. "

Liza's finger gave him Baldo's beard.

"You smell like salsa.

Mine, my lord. "

Salsa grows well on the border, but has never been seen in the Middle Plains.

It's grass with no weird philosophy whatsoever, and no smelly smell.

Bardo missed the wild mountains on the edge.

8

"Come on, let's hurry"

Chantillion stirs up Baldo.

I just took a meal, and I want to slow down a bit.

I can't help it in a hurry, but I won't ask if I say so.

I wonder where the moisture went last night.

The people of Eina dropped me off this morning as Bardo and Chantillion travelled.

There was a young woman in it waving a white superior handkerchief.

Tayer, it's a silk handkerchief.

It is a terribly expensive thing and definitely a gift from Chantillion.

Even after the village was completely invisible, Chantillion looked back again and again.

After you have a sweet dream with Eina's daughter, you must always pay the price.

Until then, I didn't teach Chantillion, but it looks like I gave him a gift, not gold.

That's fine.

Let's just shut up that that handkerchief will be sold off immediately.

Bardo also tried to give Liza that amount of money, and she was told that this was not enough.

I want enough money to make the long one nod by accident.

That chief didn't seem so greedy.

I haven't had any trouble with the money, so I gave him an amount that would be a hundred times or two hundred times the price.

Chantillion complained of hunger before noon.

There was just a river, so I took a meal by it and took a break.

Chantillion ate with great momentum.

I asked him if he would leave the hall there.

What, you can't just take charge of territory and run.

There must be others behind us.

Some vendor used his slaves without paperwork.

That's where we're going.

First we need to find a seller and hold down the immobile witness.

Is there a mine or salt field nearby?

I replied.

Then Chantillion said that there was a large black stone coal mine nearby.

Moreover, it is said to be a mountain of houses on edge with the Greybuster family.

There's a mansion in the city along the street, and if you go there, you'll know what's going on.

I hope so, but Uytan hasn't eaten grass all over the place yet.

This horse is extremely grumpy if he doesn't eat enough.

When I said that, I would give as many of the best leaves in the city, and I got a reply.

As if I understood the word, I stuck Baldo up to Ueitan.

It is a meaty horse.

Who does it resemble?

Being stirred up, Bardo rode the Uytan.

When I did my hand at hiding my chest, a few well-withered soy satyr leaves remained.

I thought I'd flush it down this creek, but somehow I stopped.

Then for a while, the journey between the two continued.

Returning to the Wang capital was just three months after his departure, at the end of September, when the autumn deepened.