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Chapter 10: The End of Childhood (10)
The mercenary was so taken aback that he couldn’t even react. Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have been able to respond. Johan’s punch was that fast and powerful.
There was a sound of a skull being crushed. The mercenary, frothing at the mouth with blood, fell off his horse sideways. After convulsing, he lay limp. It was a clear case of instant death.
“J-Johan-nim!”
“Save your thanks.”
Johan took Joseph on the horse with him. Even with injuries, it was much better than both riding.
‘It’s regrettable that I can’t take that guy’s belongings.’
Johan felt strange about himself. It was odd to have such leisurely thoughts in such a desperate and dangerous situation. Was his sense of danger broken?
‘No. . . No, it’s not that.’
Johan didn’t feel this as danger.
Confidence!
The confidence that even if all the wolves here attacked, he could survive, was keeping Johan calm.
From behind the galloping horses, there was a sound of something being torn apart.
“The wolves must be feasting.”
“. . .T-Thank you.”
Joseph spoke in a voice still muddled by confusion. He hadn’t expected Johan to go to such lengths.
“I’ve repaid my debt.”
“Huh?”
“You kept me from becoming one of those fools.”
Johan said, pointing to the mercenaries. Joseph had to suppress the tickle in his throat. Laughing in such a situation would be insane.
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Four dead, two injured.
Sir Karamaf’s face turned cold at the news that half of the personnel he brought along had either died or been injured. The mercenaries couldn’t even raise their heads.
“Injured and killed trying to catch a wolf?”
“Yes. . .”
“I paid silver to mercenaries, not to *ssholes.”
“I have nothing to say. Sorry, Karamaf-nim.”
The mercenaries, covered in blood and with various wounds, hadn’t even thought about washing up. They were very afraid of Karamaf.
“I won’t take away the silver. But remember, if things go wrong, even your necks might not be enough to take responsibility.”
“Yes! Thank you for your kindness!”
The mercenaries shouted loudly. Internally, they were frustrated, but they knew better than to be insolent in front of Karamaf, as many who did lost their heads. To survive long as a mercenary, one had to know whom to pick a fight with.
“Go and rest.”
Knock knock knock━
“What is it?”
“I came to take care of the knights’ armor and weapons as ordered by the master. . .”
The servant mumbled timidly. The mercenaries were interested in this. After a fight, armor and weapons needed maintenance. Chainmail had to be rolled in a barrel with sand and vinegar to prevent rust, and longswords needed to be cleaned of blood and flesh and oiled.
It was a tedious task, and having someone else do it was preferable. Knights could order their servants or vassals, but they were mercenaries.
“Then take them. . .”
“Stupid fool. How would that guy know how to do it? Forget it. We’ll do it.”
The mercenary leader stopped the others. How could they trust the skills of a servant here? Their expensive gear could get damaged, and Karamaf would love to see them fight bare-handed.
“Go back and wait. Don’t wander outside the feudal lord’s domain. If you leave without permission again, I’ll cut off your ankles.”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
‘Damn it. As expected.’
Mrs. Aitz scolded Johan in a sharp voice. The gentle and sweet voice she used when dealing with Sir Karamaf or Gessen Aitz was nowhere to be found. Although Mrs. Aitz was not even ten years older than Johan, she was several times more dreadful and a more dominant figure. This was evident from how she manipulated the Aitz fiefdom at such a young age.
“Sir Karamaf is plotting a conspiracy? Ha! And you overheard this and found out. Are you slandering Sir Karamaf right now?”
“Why would I slander Sir Karamaf?”
“Well. You followed Sir Karamaf’s men on a hunt and returned only with embarrassment. Seems like you have more than enough reason to slander.”
People tend to see only what they want to see.
For Mrs. Aitz, who wanted to build connections with Sir Karamaf, the idea that Sir Karamaf could hatch such a conspiracy was unthinkable.
Moreover, it was even more preposterous that Johan, who she normally wouldn’t even consider, had overheard and brought this news.
“Shouldn’t we prepare just in case?”
“Prepare? Yes, we should prepare. Tomorrow, when the day breaks, I will confront you with Sir Karamaf. If you are truly of a knight’s lineage, apologize to Sir Karamaf for your rudeness and ask for his forgiveness.”
Johan inwardly scoffed, seeing through the intent to sell him out to Karamaf and curry favor.
‘This is getting more and more absurd.’
“What’s the matter?”
In the midst of the conversation, Philip Aitz, the eldest son of the Aitz family, entered the hall. Philip frowned upon seeing Johan and Mrs. Aitz talking. It was an unusual pairing to see.
“Brother. About that. . .”
Johan placed his last hope in Philip. Although Mrs. Aitz was in charge of the feudatory, Philip also had significant authority within it.
Being the oldest son and having spent a long time in the fiefdom, he had many followers.
However, Philip dismissed it as nonsense.
“Absurd. Why would Sir Karamaf do such a thing? You must have heard some rumor from wanderers and clowns and brought it here. If you spread such baseless rumors again, I won’t forgive you.”
Unlike Mrs. Aitz, Philip did not wish to become close to Sir Karamaf, but he did not believe Johan’s words either.
‘Pathetic. Trying to frame someone.’
Sir Karamaf, not a rogue or rogue leader, had no reason to engage in such antics in a feudatory like this. It didn’t make sense.
Rather, it seemed more likely that Johan, humiliated in the recent hunt, was jealous of Sir Karamaf and framing him. Believing such words and preparing for a trap or fight was not feasible. It could be perceived as an insult or threat by Sir Karamaf if discovered.
And at that moment, Johan made up his mind.
Just to escape tonight.
He had intended to somehow pick up something valuable in the chaos, but staying longer seemed to risk a worse fate.
‘I should escape with just enough not to be chased.’
Stealing too much might indeed provoke a real pursuit, so he planned to take just enough. Of course, there’s no moderation in theft. . .
Anyway, facing Sir Karamaf one-on-one for explanations tomorrow was out of the question.
“Go back and reflect on your actions. From injuring Sir Karamaf’s man in the unauthorized hunt to framing him, you have responsibilities to bear.”
“. . .Yes.”
Johan feigned repentance. Internally, he was already calculating what to steal.
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It was different to put on armor with the help of a servant in broad daylight and to sneakily put it on at night, muffling the sound.
Johan equipped himself using all his senses. He wore a fine, sturdy hemp shirt, covered it with a well-maintained chainmail, donned a surcoat, and finally, took a coat made of Finnish wool. The weather was gradually getting colder. He would need a thick outer garment to wrap around himself.
Thanks to what Johan learned from Joseph, he was able to quickly prepare what he needed to leave without hesitation.
‘Let’s give up on the silver coins.’
Unlike the storeroom where the armor was kept, the silver coins would be in the bedroom safe. It was risky to go in and potentially wake someone up, and taking the expensive armor was risky enough, let alone adding silver coins, which could truly prompt a pursuit.
Of course, the items he was taking now were enough to infuriate, but considering the family’s honor, there was a possibility they would overlook this extent.
‘I need to start thinking about how to earn money.’
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Chapter 10: The End of Childhood (10)
The mercenary was so taken aback that he couldn’t even react. Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have been able to respond. Johan’s punch was that fast and powerful.
There was a sound of a skull being crushed. The mercenary, frothing at the mouth with blood, fell off his horse sideways. After convulsing, he lay limp. It was a clear case of instant death.
“J-Johan-nim!”
“Save your thanks.”
Johan took Joseph on the horse with him. Even with injuries, it was much better than both riding.
‘It’s regrettable that I can’t take that guy’s belongings.’
Johan felt strange about himself. It was odd to have such leisurely thoughts in such a desperate and dangerous situation. Was his sense of danger broken?
‘No. . . No, it’s not that.’
Johan didn’t feel this as danger.
Confidence!
The confidence that even if all the wolves here attacked, he could survive, was keeping Johan calm.
From behind the galloping horses, there was a sound of something being torn apart.
“The wolves must be feasting.”
“. . .T-Thank you.”
Joseph spoke in a voice still muddled by confusion. He hadn’t expected Johan to go to such lengths.
“I’ve repaid my debt.”
“Huh?”
“You kept me from becoming one of those fools.”
Johan said, pointing to the mercenaries. Joseph had to suppress the tickle in his throat. Laughing in such a situation would be insane.
????????????????????????N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
Four dead, two injured.
Sir Karamaf’s face turned cold at the news that half of the personnel he brought along had either died or been injured. The mercenaries couldn’t even raise their heads.
“Injured and killed trying to catch a wolf?”
“Yes. . .”
“I paid silver to mercenaries, not to *ssholes.”
“I have nothing to say. Sorry, Karamaf-nim.”
The mercenaries, covered in blood and with various wounds, hadn’t even thought about washing up. They were very afraid of Karamaf.
“I won’t take away the silver. But remember, if things go wrong, even your necks might not be enough to take responsibility.”
“Yes! Thank you for your kindness!”
The mercenaries shouted loudly. Internally, they were frustrated, but they knew better than to be insolent in front of Karamaf, as many who did lost their heads. To survive long as a mercenary, one had to know whom to pick a fight with.
“Go and rest.”
Knock knock knock━
“What is it?”
“I came to take care of the knights’ armor and weapons as ordered by the master. . .”
The servant mumbled timidly. The mercenaries were interested in this. After a fight, armor and weapons needed maintenance. Chainmail had to be rolled in a barrel with sand and vinegar to prevent rust, and longswords needed to be cleaned of blood and flesh and oiled.
It was a tedious task, and having someone else do it was preferable. Knights could order their servants or vassals, but they were mercenaries.
“Then take them. . .”
“Stupid fool. How would that guy know how to do it? Forget it. We’ll do it.”
The mercenary leader stopped the others. How could they trust the skills of a servant here? Their expensive gear could get damaged, and Karamaf would love to see them fight bare-handed.
“Go back and wait. Don’t wander outside the feudal lord’s domain. If you leave without permission again, I’ll cut off your ankles.”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
‘Damn it. As expected.’
Mrs. Aitz scolded Johan in a sharp voice. The gentle and sweet voice she used when dealing with Sir Karamaf or Gessen Aitz was nowhere to be found. Although Mrs. Aitz was not even ten years older than Johan, she was several times more dreadful and a more dominant figure. This was evident from how she manipulated the Aitz fiefdom at such a young age.
“Sir Karamaf is plotting a conspiracy? Ha! And you overheard this and found out. Are you slandering Sir Karamaf right now?”
“Why would I slander Sir Karamaf?”
“Well. You followed Sir Karamaf’s men on a hunt and returned only with embarrassment. Seems like you have more than enough reason to slander.”
People tend to see only what they want to see.
For Mrs. Aitz, who wanted to build connections with Sir Karamaf, the idea that Sir Karamaf could hatch such a conspiracy was unthinkable.
Moreover, it was even more preposterous that Johan, who she normally wouldn’t even consider, had overheard and brought this news.
“Shouldn’t we prepare just in case?”
“Prepare? Yes, we should prepare. Tomorrow, when the day breaks, I will confront you with Sir Karamaf. If you are truly of a knight’s lineage, apologize to Sir Karamaf for your rudeness and ask for his forgiveness.”
Johan inwardly scoffed, seeing through the intent to sell him out to Karamaf and curry favor.
‘This is getting more and more absurd.’
“What’s the matter?”
In the midst of the conversation, Philip Aitz, the eldest son of the Aitz family, entered the hall. Philip frowned upon seeing Johan and Mrs. Aitz talking. It was an unusual pairing to see.
“Brother. About that. . .”
Johan placed his last hope in Philip. Although Mrs. Aitz was in charge of the feudatory, Philip also had significant authority within it.
Being the oldest son and having spent a long time in the fiefdom, he had many followers.
However, Philip dismissed it as nonsense.
“Absurd. Why would Sir Karamaf do such a thing? You must have heard some rumor from wanderers and clowns and brought it here. If you spread such baseless rumors again, I won’t forgive you.”
Unlike Mrs. Aitz, Philip did not wish to become close to Sir Karamaf, but he did not believe Johan’s words either.
‘Pathetic. Trying to frame someone.’
Sir Karamaf, not a rogue or rogue leader, had no reason to engage in such antics in a feudatory like this. It didn’t make sense.
Rather, it seemed more likely that Johan, humiliated in the recent hunt, was jealous of Sir Karamaf and framing him. Believing such words and preparing for a trap or fight was not feasible. It could be perceived as an insult or threat by Sir Karamaf if discovered.
And at that moment, Johan made up his mind.
Just to escape tonight.
He had intended to somehow pick up something valuable in the chaos, but staying longer seemed to risk a worse fate.
‘I should escape with just enough not to be chased.’
Stealing too much might indeed provoke a real pursuit, so he planned to take just enough. Of course, there’s no moderation in theft. . .
Anyway, facing Sir Karamaf one-on-one for explanations tomorrow was out of the question.
“Go back and reflect on your actions. From injuring Sir Karamaf’s man in the unauthorized hunt to framing him, you have responsibilities to bear.”
“. . .Yes.”
Johan feigned repentance. Internally, he was already calculating what to steal.
????????????????????????
It was different to put on armor with the help of a servant in broad daylight and to sneakily put it on at night, muffling the sound.
Johan equipped himself using all his senses. He wore a fine, sturdy hemp shirt, covered it with a well-maintained chainmail, donned a surcoat, and finally, took a coat made of Finnish wool. The weather was gradually getting colder. He would need a thick outer garment to wrap around himself.
Thanks to what Johan learned from Joseph, he was able to quickly prepare what he needed to leave without hesitation.
‘Let’s give up on the silver coins.’
Unlike the storeroom where the armor was kept, the silver coins would be in the bedroom safe. It was risky to go in and potentially wake someone up, and taking the expensive armor was risky enough, let alone adding silver coins, which could truly prompt a pursuit.
Of course, the items he was taking now were enough to infuriate, but considering the family’s honor, there was a possibility they would overlook this extent.
‘I need to start thinking about how to earn money.’
Chapter 10: The End of Childhood 10The mercenary was so taken aback that he couldn't even react. Even if he had known, he wouldn't have been able to respond. Johan's punch was that fast and powerful.There was a sound of a skull being crushed. The mercenary, frothing at the mouth with blood, fell off his horse sideways. After convulsing, he lay limp. It was a clear case of instant death.J-Johan-nim!Save your thanks.Johan took Joseph on the horse with him. Even with injuries, it was much better than both riding.It's regrettable that I can't take that guy's belongings.'Johan felt strange about himself. It was odd to have such leisurely thoughts in such a desperate and dangerous situation. Was his sense of danger broken?No. . . No, it's not that.'Johan didn't feel this as danger.Confidence!The confidence that even if all the wolves here attacked, he could survive, was keeping Johan calm.From behind the galloping horses, there was a sound of something being torn apart.The wolves must be feasting.. . .T-Thank you.Joseph spoke in a voice still muddled by confusion. He hadn't expected Johan to go to such lengths.I've repaid my debt.Huh?You kept me from becoming one of those fools.Johan said, pointing to the mercenaries. Joseph had to suppress the tickle in his throat. Laughing in such a situation would be insane.????????????????????????NvlBn: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.Four dead, two injured.Sir Karamaf's face turned cold at the news that half of the personnel he brought along had either died or been injured. The mercenaries couldn't even raise their heads.Injured and killed trying to catch a wolf?Yes. . .I paid silver to mercenaries, not to *ssholes.I have nothing to say. Sorry, Karamaf-nim.The mercenaries, covered in blood and with various wounds, hadn't even thought about washing up. They were very afraid of Karamaf.I won't take away the silver. But remember, if things go wrong, even your necks might not be enough to take responsibility.Yes! Thank you for your kindness!The mercenaries shouted loudly. Internally, they were frustrated, but they knew better than to be insolent in front of Karamaf, as many who did lost their heads. To survive long as a mercenary, one had to know whom to pick a fight with.Go and rest.Knock knock knockWhat is it?I came to take care of the knights' armor and weapons as ordered by the master. . .The servant mumbled timidly. The mercenaries were interested in this. After a fight, armor and weapons needed maintenance. Chainmail had to be rolled in a barrel with sand and vinegar to prevent rust, and longswords needed to be cleaned of blood and flesh and oiled.It was a tedious task, and having someone else do it was preferable. Knights could order their servants or vassals, but they were mercenaries.Then take them. . .Stupid fool. How would that guy know how to do it? Forget it. We'll do it.The mercenary leader stopped the others. How could they trust the skills of a servant here? Their expensive gear could get damaged, and Karamaf would love to see them fight bare-handed.Go back and wait. Don't wander outside the feudal lord's domain. If you leave without permission again, I'll cut off your ankles.What nonsense are you talking about?Damn it. As expected.'Mrs. Aitz scolded Johan in a sharp voice. The gentle and sweet voice she used when dealing with Sir Karamaf or Gessen Aitz was nowhere to be found. Although Mrs. Aitz was not even ten years older than Johan, she was several times more dreadful and a more dominant figure. This was evident from how she manipulated the Aitz fiefdom at such a young age.Sir Karamaf is plotting a conspiracy? Ha! And you overheard this and found out. Are you slandering Sir Karamaf right now?Why would I slander Sir Karamaf?Well. You followed Sir Karamaf's men on a hunt and returned only with embarrassment. Seems like you have more than enough reason to slander.People tend to see only what they want to see.For Mrs. Aitz, who wanted to build connections with Sir Karamaf, the idea that Sir Karamaf could hatch such a conspiracy was unthinkable.Moreover, it was even more preposterous that Johan, who she normally wouldn't even consider, had overheard and brought this news.Shouldn't we prepare just in case?Prepare? Yes, we should prepare. Tomorrow, when the day breaks, I will confront you with Sir Karamaf. If you are truly of a knight's lineage, apologize to Sir Karamaf for your rudeness and ask for his forgiveness.Johan inwardly scoffed, seeing through the intent to sell him out to Karamaf and curry favor.This is getting more and more absurd.'What's the matter?In the midst of the conversation, Philip Aitz, the eldest son of the Aitz family, entered the hall. Philip frowned upon seeing Johan and Mrs. Aitz talking. It was an unusual pairing to see.Brother. About that. . .Johan placed his last hope in Philip. Although Mrs. Aitz was in charge of the feudatory, Philip also had significant authority within it.Being the oldest son and having spent a long time in the fiefdom, he had many followers.However, Philip dismissed it as nonsense.Absurd. Why would Sir Karamaf do such a thing? You must have heard some rumor from wanderers and clowns and brought it here. If you spread such baseless rumors again, I won't forgive you.Unlike Mrs. Aitz, Philip did not wish to become close to Sir Karamaf, but he did not believe Johan's words either.Pathetic. Trying to frame someone.'Sir Karamaf, not a rogue or rogue leader, had no reason to engage in such antics in a feudatory like this. It didn't make sense.Rather, it seemed more likely that Johan, humiliated in the recent hunt, was jealous of Sir Karamaf and framing him. Believing such words and preparing for a trap or fight was not feasible. It could be perceived as an insult or threat by Sir Karamaf if discovered.And at that moment, Johan made up his mind.Just to escape tonight.He had intended to somehow pick up something valuable in the chaos, but staying longer seemed to risk a worse fate.I should escape with just enough not to be chased.'Stealing too much might indeed provoke a real pursuit, so he planned to take just enough. Of course, there's no moderation in theft. . .Anyway, facing Sir Karamaf one-on-one for explanations tomorrow was out of the question.Go back and reflect on your actions. From injuring Sir Karamaf's man in the unauthorized hunt to framing him, you have responsibilities to bear.. . .Yes.Johan feigned repentance. Internally, he was already calculating what to steal.????????????????????????It was different to put on armor with the help of a servant in broad daylight and to sneakily put it on at night, muffling the sound.Johan equipped himself using all his senses. He wore a fine, sturdy hemp shirt, covered it with a well-maintained chainmail, donned a surcoat, and finally, took a coat made of Finnish wool. The weather was gradually getting colder. He would need a thick outer garment to wrap around himself.Thanks to what Johan learned from Joseph, he was able to quickly prepare what he needed to leave without hesitation.Let's give up on the silver coins.'Unlike the storeroom where the armor was kept, the silver coins would be in the bedroom safe. It was risky to go in and potentially wake someone up, and taking the expensive armor was risky enough, let alone adding silver coins, which could truly prompt a pursuit.Of course, the items he was taking now were enough to infuriate, but considering the family's honor, there was a possibility they would overlook this extent.I need to start thinking about how to earn money.'
