How to Live as a Wandering Knight - Chapter 258: ππ¦π©ππ«π¨π«, ππ§π’π π‘π, ππ’π³ππ«π, ππ¬π¬ππ¬π¬π’π§ (2)
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Kaegal had a remarkable memory for the names, compositions, and biographies of several mercenary bands serving under the emperor. He didnβt miss a single word.
βKupperman, the lieutenant of the Angry Bear Mercenary Group, is addicted to dice gambling. He goes to the tents of other mercenary bands twice a week to play. When he goes, he takes two talented slaves with him, who are nicknamed One-Arm and One-Eye. If the mercenaries ask, pretend to be friends.β
βThatβs amazing.β
β??β
Kaegal looked at Johan in surprise at his praise. His expression seemed sincere.
βAre you serious?β
βNoβ¦ Isnβt it amazing? Itβs amazing that you remember all this.β
βI think itβs more amazing that you can speak the ancient imperial language and the Eastern language, and youβre good at math.β
Kaegal said in a puzzled tone. This kind of memory was a natural talent that grew naturally if you lived as an assassin for a long time.
Assassins who donβt know how to read canβt remember things by writing them down, so they have to remember things this way in order to do their job.
In comparison, his ability to read and write letters or count was much more amazing. Kaegal was especially envious of Johanβs numerical skills. How could he measure the area of land or count the days so quickly?
βWhy donβt you both just move on, since youβre both so great?β
Caenerna said sarcastically. Kaegal nodded without any complaint.
βBut master. Are you maybe tolerating her?β
βWhat are you talking about?β
βYouβve never gotten angry, no matter what Caenerna-gong says.β
βWhy would that be because of her? Itβs because Iβm an assassin.β
There was no assassin who did not believe in superstition. The longer an assassin lived with a sword in his hand, the more he relied on superstition and mystery.
Kaegal, who lived without a single fear in the world, respected real wizards like Caenerna. You never know when a prophecy of death will come out.
βIβm an old assassin who believes in superstition. Didnβt you know that you shouldnβt argue with wizards?β
βUh. . .β
Johan was lost in thought. Thinking about it, he seemed to have argued with wizards more than he had respected them and been careful of their mysteries and curses.
Caenerna, Before they became close, didnβt they throw sharp insults at each other?
Kaegal clicked his tongue.
βI must have forgotten to teach you the most important lesson, Johan. Donβt be friendly with wizards. Keep your distance from them. Donβt make them angry. Donβt insult them. What else is there?β
βIsnβt there anything about not killing wizards?β
βItβs okay to kill them. As long as you kill them before they cast a curse. Oh, right. Donβt flirt with wizards.β
βYou could have just told me not to get involved with wizards.β
Caenerna, who was listening, couldnβt hide her displeasure and twisted her lips. That assassin was interfering with the friendship she had built with the count.
Of course, this attitude of avoiding getting involved with wizards was a very classical and orthodox attitude, and Caenerna didnβt mind it either. It was helpful when working as a wizard.
However, if he made unnecessary and influenced the count, that was a different story.
βBut master.β
βWhat?β
βItβs strange to say this now, but Iβm also a wizard.β
β. . .Donβt come near me.β
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Keagal took out the agate stone he had put in his pocket, threw it in the direction he wanted, and offered a simple warding prayer. It was a natural thing to do before an assassination, but he was more serious than usual.
He had gotten too close to the wizards, and he wanted to wash away the bad luck.
βLetβs go.β
The group descended into the camp under the cover of night. The guards around the tents of the lords and nobles were fairly strict, but the guards around the other mercenary groups were not as severe.
There was a sense of confidence that no one would dare come when there were so many soldiers gathered, but mercenaries were generally quite lazy in this regard.
The priority was to take care of their own bodies and rest, and if someone was so conscientious as to set a guard for weeks or months, even if it might not be useful, they would not be a mercenary.
As a result, the camps were easy enough to enter any tent if you slipped in under the cover of darkness.
The next problem was to get from the outer camp to the inner camp.
βWeβre from the Raging Bear Mercenary Group. We need to get a piece of the action before the one-eyed b*stard takes it all.β
βBullsht. It wonβt be that easy this time.β
The guards at the gate didnβt even bat an eye at the familiar name. Kaegal quickly passed through the outer perimeter of the camp using the names of the mercenary companies he had memorized.
βItβll get more difficult from here.β
Kaegal said as he looked at the camp ahead of him.
While the mercenary companies filled the outer perimeter of the camp, the inner part was home to the tents of the feudal lords and nobles. The atmosphere here was not as noisy as it was outside, where the mercenaries wandered around the camp selling goods, borrowing money, and drinking.
βOf course, master must have someone he trusts here as well, right?β
βDonβt come near me, wizard. Of course, I have something planned.β
Kaegal walked forward and called out to a servant.
βTell Your Excellency Count that Gutsal from the Ghoul Executioner Mercenary Group has something to say to him.β
βYes, sir. I understand.β
Johan was puzzled.
Gutsal was probably a senior member of the mercenary company who looked similar to Kaegal.
But if the count calls him in, itβll be a hassle, right?
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No matter how high-ranking a count is, he would be likely to kneel if a knife was held to his throat. His own life is more important than the emperorβs life, isnβt it?
βIβm sorry, Your Excellency the Count is currently at a banquetβ¦β
βIs that so? Then can I wait here?β
βOf course. Please come this way. We will prepare some simple snacks and drinks for you.β
The servants were quite careful when dealing with mercenaries.
Of course, it was fine to just kick and whip a mercenary who came from nowhere and had never heard of his name.
However, if he was a lieutenant of a well-known mercenary group, it would be no good if they got into a fight. Even nobles treat large mercenary captains well so as not to harbor unnecessary grudges, so of course the servants had to be careful.
The group entered the tent next door and received a bottle of mediocre-quality wine, as well as large pieces of cheese, dried beef jerky, and bread. It looked like the kind of food that servants often ate.
βSee? I told you not to disturb them, so those guys wonβt come in. Even if they did come in, they would probably think that they left after waiting.β
Excellent.
The group changed into servant clothes and snuck out behind the tent. The night was dark, and the light and noise decreased as they went inside. They could instinctively feel that they were getting close to the emperorβs domain.
β. . .Damn it.β
β?β
βThey changed the guards! No, who changed the guards when the emperor fell? If there is a loophole and he is assassinated, how will they take responsibility!β
Johan and Caenerna looked at Kaegal with puzzled expressions. But Kaegal was very serious.
βIsnβt that tent across the way where the emperor is staying?β
βYes. But there are mercenaries patrolling around here, which werenβt there before. It looks like some stupid noble ordered them to do it.β
Usually, mercenaries were not allowed to patrol around the emperorβs tent. The Emperor was a suspicious man, and he would never allow armed mercenaries to come near him at night.
What if they were bribed or betrayed?
However, the emperor had fallen, and Biorarn thought he had to prevent a possible assassination. He did not suspect the lords of the west or the south. He suspected the emperorβs vassals.
Biorarn assigned the most reputable mercenaries to patrol the area around Kaegalβs position. This was not an effective or perfect method, but it was enough to slow down Kaegalβs progress. Even the most sophisticated cogwheels can be stopped by a single pebble.
βLetβs just kill him and get out of here.β
Kaegal said, tapping his sword. Johan stopped, thinking that he might do just that.
βNo. I know him.β
β. . .Wait. Wait a minute.β
Kaegal stopped Johan from stepping forward.
βIs he your father or something?β
βNo, butβ¦β
βThen what if he betrays you when you call out to him?β
βThat would be annoying, but heβs not that kind of person.β
Johanβs voice was filled with confidence. Kaegal couldnβt help but be weakened by his bold attitude.
βWhat guts he has.β
Kaegal knew that Johan had the ability to handle people. Even though he was in a separate fiefdom with his older brother, who was the eldest son, and his younger brother, who was the favorite, he was able to gain the support of the serfs in the town. He must have a natural talent for winning people over.
However, the current situation is that we are trying to go to the emperorβs tent, right? In most cases, the opponent would rather choose to ignore Johanβs proposal rather than betray the emperor.
βItβs been a while, Mahreet.β
β. . .Sir Knight?!?!β
Mahreet, the head of the mercenary group called the Prophet, was startled by the face of Johan, who appeared out of the darkness.
βEvil spirit, go away! I wonβt be fooled. Where are you impersonating Sir Knight?!β
Johan slapped Mahreet on the cheek instead of speaking. As soon as he was hit, Mahreet remembered the feeling of being exorcised by an evil spirit.
βSir Knight?!β
βYes. Thank you for remembering. Do you remember saying you would repay me for my kindness?β
Johan had once exorcised an evil spirit that had been used on Mahreet with his magical powers. Mahreet was very grateful and vowed to repay the kindness.
βYes, I remember. Sir Knight. I must have wanted to meet Sir Knight because I had a strange dream.β
βWhat kind of dream did you have?β
βI had a dream that a dragon was burning down a fiefdom.β
βIt just sounds like a nightmare where a dragon appeared.β
Johan thought so, but he didnβt bother to point it out.
βI want to go in here. Would you mind moving aside?β
β. . .Of course. I will stop anyone who tries to come in.β
Mahreet didnβt bother to ask why he had come or what he was going to do. Sometimes, itβs better not to know too much.
Mahreet ordered his subordinates to wait nearby and shoot anyone who came, even if they were the emperorβs child.
βItβs done. Letβs go in.β
β. . .Stay away from me, wizard! What kind of magic did you cast?!β
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βFrom now on, itβs better if I take the lead.β
Caenerna said in a calm voice. The emperorβs encampment was a place lined with identical tents, not only harboring all sorts of evil and vicious mysteries.
The court wizards serving the emperor had cast various spells to ward off night intruders, in line with the emperorβs paranoid nature.
Thanks to this, it looked completely different from other feudal lordsβ encampments (fiefdoms).
There were no torches lit, no guards on watch, no slaves or servants bustling about. . .
Just an overwhelming dark silence without a single light.
Even slaves or servants who had been with the emperor for over ten years did not wander around outside the tents recklessly.
βWhat did master originally plan to do?β
βPlanned to set fires everywhere.β
The method thought of by Kaegal, who couldnβt rely on wizardsβ help, was simple. But its effectiveness was certain. It would attract attention, but with the surroundings turned into a sea of fire, would any magic remain?
βIf we donβt know the emperorβs location, wouldnβt that be meaningless?β
Instead of answering, Kaegal drew a dagger with complex patterns engraved on it and cut his palm. Drops of blood fell and pointed in one direction.
βI couldnβt trick the emperor, but I could relatively easily trick the wizard who worked for the emperor.β
βEastern magic?β
The spell that made the dagger remember the enemy and then found out where it was by feeding it blood was a spell that the witches of the East cast.
βThatβs right. I bought it from a witch for a lot of money. Now that the emperor has fallen, the wizards who have something to hide will probably stay close to the emperor if they donβt want to be caught.β
Johan nodded. It was a reasonable inference.
At that moment, Johanβs arm began to burn hotly. It was the part where the dragonβs blood had touched.
βWhat is it?β
While Johan was flustered, the spells that were cast near the camp began to melt in the opposite direction as if they were afraid of the dragonβs blood.