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Chapter 22.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (7)
The lies one tells oneself become a trap.
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Gamson hesitated, stalling for time. But as he thought about it, he became increasingly drawn to the plan.
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The atmosphere among the mercenaries wasn’t great anyway.
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Unbeknownst to Gamson, Goran planned to punish him as soon as he returned to the city. The mercenaries were not so lenient as to overlook someone so audaciously climbing the ranks.
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Although Gamson didn’t expect to be punished, he sensed the unfavorable atmosphere. Being treated like a novice and even fighting with the khan. . .
ᅠN♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
Perhaps it would be better to make a fortune and flee.
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‘That sword did look good. He fought well with it. Plus, if he’s a knight dastard, he’s bound to have a lot of money.’
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If I steal everything I can and flee, how could a mere wandering knight dastard catch up? The Yeats family wasn’t even from around here.
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While Gamson hesitated, the townspeople had already made a plan.
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“Just pack up and steal the knight dastard’s sword, then run away.”
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“What if our families get angry? What if they chase us?”
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“We have the vigilantes. At most, they’ll curse us and blame us. What can he do? We’ll have to ride horses in case he chases us.”
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“Let’s steal and ride the knight dastard’s horse.”
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“Great! I’ll help you out.”
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Gamson made a decision, cheered on by the other youths.
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“That knight dastard must have a lot of money. We should steal that too. Who’s the lightest among us?”
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“I said I got it, didn’t I? And stop acting like a coward.”
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“What??”
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“This is our town. Even if he wakes up, he can’t do much.”
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The youths of the town were reminiscing about a self-proclaimed knight, a wandering mercenary who had visited before. This was their town, and even if they caused trouble, outsiders couldn’t complain much. In this world, power was the law.
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Gamson, naive and inexperienced, couldn’t fathom the town folks’ absurd thinking.
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A knight wouldn’t dare act recklessly?
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He couldn’t understand their delusion. If the opponent was of noble birth, these mere town folks wouldn’t matter; they could be killed on the spot. No noble would stand idle if a serf dared to rise above their station.
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A vigilante group?
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What a joke. Any sensible townsperson would kneel at the first sign of a noble’s wrath, fearing their entire town could be wiped out if they dared to oppose a noble.
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What about the owner of this town, the Count?
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If the Count hears it he will likely become enraged and stain this town with his weariness. It’s absurd that even though this is his own town, the serfs looted the nobility’s belongings and fought. That was a disgrace to the nobility.
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But these fools were saying things like, “Because this is our town, the knights can’t act recklessly,” with an arrogant tone.
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‘Do they think knights are on the same level as mercenaries?’
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“Come on. Captain Gamson. Burren is confident, so he acts like that. If he really wants something, he goes for it.”
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“. . .Alright, just be really careful.”
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Gamson finished his meal. He had never imagined feeling the same way as a seasoned mercenary like a Khan when he was being addressed by him.
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Chapter 22.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (7)
The lies one tells oneself become a trap.
ᅠ
Gamson hesitated, stalling for time. But as he thought about it, he became increasingly drawn to the plan.
ᅠ
The atmosphere among the mercenaries wasn’t great anyway.
ᅠ
Unbeknownst to Gamson, Goran planned to punish him as soon as he returned to the city. The mercenaries were not so lenient as to overlook someone so audaciously climbing the ranks.
ᅠ
Although Gamson didn’t expect to be punished, he sensed the unfavorable atmosphere. Being treated like a novice and even fighting with the khan. . .
ᅠN♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
Perhaps it would be better to make a fortune and flee.
ᅠ
‘That sword did look good. He fought well with it. Plus, if he’s a knight dastard, he’s bound to have a lot of money.’
ᅠ
If I steal everything I can and flee, how could a mere wandering knight dastard catch up? The Yeats family wasn’t even from around here.
ᅠ
While Gamson hesitated, the townspeople had already made a plan.
ᅠ
“Just pack up and steal the knight dastard’s sword, then run away.”
ᅠ
“What if our families get angry? What if they chase us?”
ᅠ
“We have the vigilantes. At most, they’ll curse us and blame us. What can he do? We’ll have to ride horses in case he chases us.”
ᅠ
“Let’s steal and ride the knight dastard’s horse.”
ᅠ
“Great! I’ll help you out.”
ᅠ
Gamson made a decision, cheered on by the other youths.
ᅠ
“That knight dastard must have a lot of money. We should steal that too. Who’s the lightest among us?”
ᅠ
“I said I got it, didn’t I? And stop acting like a coward.”
ᅠ
“What??”
ᅠ
“This is our town. Even if he wakes up, he can’t do much.”
ᅠ
The youths of the town were reminiscing about a self-proclaimed knight, a wandering mercenary who had visited before. This was their town, and even if they caused trouble, outsiders couldn’t complain much. In this world, power was the law.
ᅠ
Gamson, naive and inexperienced, couldn’t fathom the town folks’ absurd thinking.
ᅠ
A knight wouldn’t dare act recklessly?
ᅠ
He couldn’t understand their delusion. If the opponent was of noble birth, these mere town folks wouldn’t matter; they could be killed on the spot. No noble would stand idle if a serf dared to rise above their station.
ᅠ
A vigilante group?
ᅠ
What a joke. Any sensible townsperson would kneel at the first sign of a noble’s wrath, fearing their entire town could be wiped out if they dared to oppose a noble.
ᅠ
What about the owner of this town, the Count?
ᅠ
If the Count hears it he will likely become enraged and stain this town with his weariness. It’s absurd that even though this is his own town, the serfs looted the nobility’s belongings and fought. That was a disgrace to the nobility.
ᅠ
But these fools were saying things like, “Because this is our town, the knights can’t act recklessly,” with an arrogant tone.
ᅠ
‘Do they think knights are on the same level as mercenaries?’
ᅠ
“Come on. Captain Gamson. Burren is confident, so he acts like that. If he really wants something, he goes for it.”
ᅠ
“. . .Alright, just be really careful.”
ᅠ
Gamson finished his meal. He had never imagined feeling the same way as a seasoned mercenary like a Khan when he was being addressed by him.
Chapter 22.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave 7The lies one tells oneself become a trap.Gamson hesitated, stalling for time. But as he thought about it, he became increasingly drawn to the plan.The atmosphere among the mercenaries wasn't great anyway.Unbeknownst to Gamson, Goran planned to punish him as soon as he returned to the city. The mercenaries were not so lenient as to overlook someone so audaciously climbing the ranks.Although Gamson didn't expect to be punished, he sensed the unfavorable atmosphere. Being treated like a novice and even fighting with the khan. . .NvlBn: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.Perhaps it would be better to make a fortune and flee.That sword did look good. He fought well with it. Plus, if he's a knight dastard, he's bound to have a lot of money.'If I steal everything I can and flee, how could a mere wandering knight dastard catch up? The Yeats family wasn't even from around here.While Gamson hesitated, the townspeople had already made a plan.Just pack up and steal the knight dastard's sword, then run away.What if our families get angry? What if they chase us?We have the vigilantes. At most, they'll curse us and blame us. What can he do? We'll have to ride horses in case he chases us.Let's steal and ride the knight dastard's horse.Great! I'll help you out.Gamson made a decision, cheered on by the other youths.That knight dastard must have a lot of money. We should steal that too. Who's the lightest among us?I said I got it, didn't I? And stop acting like a coward.What??This is our town. Even if he wakes up, he can't do much.The youths of the town were reminiscing about a self-proclaimed knight, a wandering mercenary who had visited before. This was their town, and even if they caused trouble, outsiders couldn't complain much. In this world, power was the law.Gamson, naive and inexperienced, couldn't fathom the town folks' absurd thinking.A knight wouldn't dare act recklessly?He couldn't understand their delusion. If the opponent was of noble birth, these mere town folks wouldn't matter; they could be killed on the spot. No noble would stand idle if a serf dared to rise above their station.A vigilante group?What a joke. Any sensible townsperson would kneel at the first sign of a noble's wrath, fearing their entire town could be wiped out if they dared to oppose a noble.What about the owner of this town, the Count?If the Count hears it he will likely become enraged and stain this town with his weariness. It's absurd that even though this is his own town, the serfs looted the nobility's belongings and fought. That was a disgrace to the nobility.But these fools were saying things like, Because this is our town, the knights can't act recklessly, with an arrogant tone.Do they think knights are on the same level as mercenaries?'Come on. Captain Gamson. Burren is confident, so he acts like that. If he really wants something, he goes for it.. . .Alright, just be really careful.Gamson finished his meal. He had never imagined feeling the same way as a seasoned mercenary like a Khan when he was being addressed by him.
