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Chapter 22.2: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (7)
Johan opened his eyes.
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Burren was just about to touch the door with his hand.
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A beast-like intuition!
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That intuition instinctively forewarned of danger.
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‘What is it?’
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Johan, who had woken up, struggled to grasp the situation. He woke up due to an ominous feeling, but it wasn’t immediately clear what the situation was.
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Dalkadak━
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Someone was trying to slide a thin hook through the gap in the door to push the latch open. This was possible because the inn’s door was rather flimsy.
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‘An assassin? No. For someone like me? It’s impossible that they found out I killed Karamaf.’
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Johan tensed his body as he quickly ran through thoughts in his mind. He was ready to overpower whoever was entering.
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Dalkadak━
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The latch slid open, and the door opened. Someone tiptoed in through the darkness, and Johan pounced.
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“!!!”
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The reason the other person couldn’t scream was that Johan had hit his solar plexus and grabbed his throat. Burren’s face turned pale blue from the suffocating pain, feeling as though his entire body was breaking.
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Thud!
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Johan quickly threw the man to the ground and firmly subdued him. Then he raised his arm. He could feel the man’s joints screaming.
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“Answer me if you don’t want to die.”
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“Uh-huh. . . Uh-huh. . . I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. . . you b*stard. . .”
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“Who are you?”
ᅠ
Johan felt relieved. Seeing the other person, he knew it wasn’t an assassin. It couldn’t have been this sloppy. But he didn’t let his guard down. Being careless just because the other person was struggling would disappoint Kaegal.
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“Answer me.”
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Johan applied more pressure with his arm as Burren gasped for air and spewed curses. The man, in agonizing pain as if his arm was being torn apart, finally spoke.
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“So, are you ready to talk?”
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“Y-Yes. . . Yes! I was trying to steal a sword. . .”
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“A sword?”
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“That sword, it looked expensive. . .”
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‘How?!’
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Johan was shocked. The sword must be expensive, but it had never been drawn in the town. That meant. . .
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“How did you find out?!”
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“That mercenary egged me on! The one named Gamson!”
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“!”
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Johan realized the situation had gotten complicated. He had thought it was just a scared thief who had come in alone, but if there was a group, it was a different story. Johan lifted the bellows with one hand and then kicked open the door and ran out.
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“W-What’s this?”
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The drowsy innkeeper uttered in a panicked voice. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the knight who had stayed upstairs came down with Burren. Apparently, Burren had lost his mind and was sobbing with tears.
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“What happened. . .”
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“Did you help?”
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“No!”
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When Johan asked threateningly, the innkeeper quickly responded. Living as an innkeeper in the town, the only thing that had grown was his intuition. Realizing the severity of Johan’s question, the innkeeper understood that a wrong answer now could really lead to death.
ᅠ
Despite the darkness, the innkeeper could see the murderous look in Johan’s eyes. He realized his pants were slightly wet.
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‘C-Crazy bastard. . . What on earth did you do?’
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The innkeeper stared at Burren. He couldn’t imagine what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
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“Trust me. Turn on the fire and bring out a torch!”
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“Yes. . . yes!”
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The kind demeanor Johan showed was merely like a lion briefly wearing a sheep’s skin. The innkeeper painfully realized this. Knights were fundamentally predators meant for slaughter.
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Chapter 22.2: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (7)
Johan opened his eyes.
ᅠ
Burren was just about to touch the door with his hand.
ᅠ
A beast-like intuition!
ᅠ
That intuition instinctively forewarned of danger.
ᅠ
‘What is it?’
ᅠ
Johan, who had woken up, struggled to grasp the situation. He woke up due to an ominous feeling, but it wasn’t immediately clear what the situation was.
ᅠ
Dalkadak━
ᅠ
Someone was trying to slide a thin hook through the gap in the door to push the latch open. This was possible because the inn’s door was rather flimsy.
ᅠ
‘An assassin? No. For someone like me? It’s impossible that they found out I killed Karamaf.’
ᅠ
Johan tensed his body as he quickly ran through thoughts in his mind. He was ready to overpower whoever was entering.
ᅠ
Dalkadak━
ᅠ
The latch slid open, and the door opened. Someone tiptoed in through the darkness, and Johan pounced.
ᅠ
“!!!”
ᅠ
The reason the other person couldn’t scream was that Johan had hit his solar plexus and grabbed his throat. Burren’s face turned pale blue from the suffocating pain, feeling as though his entire body was breaking.
ᅠ
Thud!
ᅠ
Johan quickly threw the man to the ground and firmly subdued him. Then he raised his arm. He could feel the man’s joints screaming.
ᅠ
“Answer me if you don’t want to die.”
ᅠ
“Uh-huh. . . Uh-huh. . . I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. . . you b*stard. . .”
ᅠ
“Who are you?”
ᅠ
Johan felt relieved. Seeing the other person, he knew it wasn’t an assassin. It couldn’t have been this sloppy. But he didn’t let his guard down. Being careless just because the other person was struggling would disappoint Kaegal.
ᅠ
“Answer me.”
ᅠ
Johan applied more pressure with his arm as Burren gasped for air and spewed curses. The man, in agonizing pain as if his arm was being torn apart, finally spoke.
ᅠ
“So, are you ready to talk?”
ᅠ
“Y-Yes. . . Yes! I was trying to steal a sword. . .”
ᅠ
“A sword?”
ᅠ
“That sword, it looked expensive. . .”
ᅠ
‘How?!’
ᅠ
Johan was shocked. The sword must be expensive, but it had never been drawn in the town. That meant. . .
ᅠ
“How did you find out?!”
ᅠ
“That mercenary egged me on! The one named Gamson!”
ᅠ
“!”
ᅠ
Johan realized the situation had gotten complicated. He had thought it was just a scared thief who had come in alone, but if there was a group, it was a different story. Johan lifted the bellows with one hand and then kicked open the door and ran out.
ᅠ
“W-What’s this?”
ᅠ
The drowsy innkeeper uttered in a panicked voice. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the knight who had stayed upstairs came down with Burren. Apparently, Burren had lost his mind and was sobbing with tears.
ᅠ
“What happened. . .”
ᅠ
“Did you help?”
ᅠ
“No!”
ᅠ
When Johan asked threateningly, the innkeeper quickly responded. Living as an innkeeper in the town, the only thing that had grown was his intuition. Realizing the severity of Johan’s question, the innkeeper understood that a wrong answer now could really lead to death.
ᅠ
Despite the darkness, the innkeeper could see the murderous look in Johan’s eyes. He realized his pants were slightly wet.
ᅠ
‘C-Crazy bastard. . . What on earth did you do?’
ᅠ
The innkeeper stared at Burren. He couldn’t imagine what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
ᅠ
“Trust me. Turn on the fire and bring out a torch!”
ᅠ
“Yes. . . yes!”
ᅠ
The kind demeanor Johan showed was merely like a lion briefly wearing a sheep’s skin. The innkeeper painfully realized this. Knights were fundamentally predators meant for slaughter.
Chapter 22.2: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave 7Johan opened his eyes.Burren was just about to touch the door with his hand.A beast-like intuition!That intuition instinctively forewarned of danger.What is it?'Johan, who had woken up, struggled to grasp the situation. He woke up due to an ominous feeling, but it wasn't immediately clear what the situation was.DalkadakSomeone was trying to slide a thin hook through the gap in the door to push the latch open. This was possible because the inn's door was rather flimsy.An assassin? No. For someone like me? It's impossible that they found out I killed Karamaf.'Johan tensed his body as he quickly ran through thoughts in his mind. He was ready to overpower whoever was entering.DalkadakThe latch slid open, and the door opened. Someone tiptoed in through the darkness, and Johan pounced.!!!The reason the other person couldn't scream was that Johan had hit his solar plexus and grabbed his throat. Burren's face turned pale blue from the suffocating pain, feeling as though his entire body was breaking.Thud!Johan quickly threw the man to the ground and firmly subdued him. Then he raised his arm. He could feel the man's joints screaming.Answer me if you don't want to die.Uh-huh. . . Uh-huh. . . I can't breathe, I can't breathe. . . you b*stard. . .Who are you?Johan felt relieved. Seeing the other person, he knew it wasn't an assassin. It couldn't have been this sloppy. But he didn't let his guard down. Being careless just because the other person was struggling would disappoint Kaegal.Answer me.Johan applied more pressure with his arm as Burren gasped for air and spewed curses. The man, in agonizing pain as if his arm was being torn apart, finally spoke.So, are you ready to talk?Y-Yes. . . Yes! I was trying to steal a sword. . .A sword?That sword, it looked expensive. . .How?!'Johan was shocked. The sword must be expensive, but it had never been drawn in the town. That meant. . .How did you find out?!That mercenary egged me on! The one named Gamson!!Johan realized the situation had gotten complicated. He had thought it was just a scared thief who had come in alone, but if there was a group, it was a different story. Johan lifted the bellows with one hand and then kicked open the door and ran out.W-What's this?The drowsy innkeeper uttered in a panicked voice. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the knight who had stayed upstairs came down with Burren. Apparently, Burren had lost his mind and was sobbing with tears.What happened. . .Did you help?No!When Johan asked threateningly, the innkeeper quickly responded. Living as an innkeeper in the town, the only thing that had grown was his intuition. Realizing the severity of Johan's question, the innkeeper understood that a wrong answer now could really lead to death.Despite the darkness, the innkeeper could see the murderous look in Johan's eyes. He realized his pants were slightly wet.C-Crazy bastard. . . What on earth did you do?'The innkeeper stared at Burren. He couldn't imagine what the hell he'd gotten himself into.Trust me. Turn on the fire and bring out a torch!Yes. . . yes!The kind demeanor Johan showed was merely like a lion briefly wearing a sheep's skin. The innkeeper painfully realized this. Knights were fundamentally predators meant for slaughter.
