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Chapter 33: It Was Warm in the City That Year (7)



Unfortunately, the captain of the guards was not in a position to be unconcerned like Johan.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.



He had to issue orders while appeasing the incoming mercenary captains to prevent their dissatisfaction, request politely from the people of the Holy Knights’ Order, and grovel to the knights sent by Count Bartok.



Although he had gained experience from a long stay in the city, he was ultimately a mercenary by origin. He had no way to resolve this situation.



‘Damn them.’



“What will your honors do?”



“Report to us if you see the enemy. We will step in if necessary.”



“Yes, understood.”



With those words, the knights withdrew. They seemed to have no intention of mingling or conversing with the mercenary captains. It was a role of a superior, but it couldn’t be helped.



“The paladins of. . .”



“We will coordinate and act in concert with the soldiers.”



“!!”



At these reassuring words, the captain of the guards was relieved. He might not be able to command the paladins of the Holy Knights’ Order, but their willingness to coordinate and act together was something.



“The paladins from St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order also. . .”



“We will do the same.”



“Thank you. This makes things easier. With esteemed knights and paladins present, those rogue gangs will soon be captured and dealt with!”



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The camp of the punitive force seemed like chaos itself to Johan.



The gathered mercenaries were grouped separately by their own units or companies. There was no uniformity or coordinated movement among them.



Over a dozen merchants moved in and out of the camp with their workers, selling various meals, equipment, and necessities to the mercenaries.



“Quite a disciplined force.”



“The captain of the guards is a renowned figure. With his high reputation among mercenaries, there should be no problem in managing them.”



At the words of the dwarf Kumal, Suetlg nodded in agreement. Johan felt like the only sane person among fools.



‘Crazy. . .’



Even though he knew intellectually that this was the best approach, adapting was another matter. Johan clicked his tongue in frustration.



The location of the Crimson Iron Mercenary Company was among the better spots in the camp. It was due to the names of Katana Merchant Guild and Crimson Iron Mercenary Company, but also because of Johan and Suetlg.



As a result, while other mercenaries were busy setting up camp and standing guard, Johan and Suetlg could rest comfortably.



“Is this the place of Sir Johan and the philosopher of Ipaël River, Suetlg?”



A well-dressed servant asked cautiously. Suetlg frowned and replied.



“I am Suetlg. What is it?”



“My lord, Sir Gustav, wishes to host you both.”



“Hmm. . . Alright. We’ll come soon.”



After the servant left, Suetlg spat out. Johan asked in surprise.



“Do you have any grievances?”



“What knights are good at is upsetting wizards.”



“Then why did you accept?”



“One has to consider the dignity of the Count Bartok. A wizard friendly with nobles receives noble treatment, but a wizard not friendly with nobles is more dangerous than a slave. It’s not good to incur the wrath of nobles.”



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The members and knights of the Holy Knights’ Order waited comfortably inside the camp. They had no need to go out for camping or guard duty.



However, the way the two of them stayed was the complete opposite.



The camping site of the Holy Knights’ Order was so modest that it had less luggage than the mercenaries, but the knights’ tents were decorated with fabrics and flags of various brilliant colors.



An elf knight named Leon poured strong wine into a glass, overflowing, and said.



“I heard you’re working under the banner of a company. To work under such greedy people, you must feel indignant.”



“I’ve been swallowing that bitter feeling.”



“Yes! I understand that feeling. Merchants are blinded by gold, scraping it together like a rake, regardless of what it takes. Do you know how greedy they are? Once you’re in debt, they pounce like a possessed son of a b*tches.”



‘Isn’t it the debtor’s fault?’



The knights had a different perspective than Johan.



Instead of ‘If you’re in debt, you should pay it off,’ it was ‘I might be in debt, but how dare you treat a noble like me this way?’



“Leon. Even so, isn’t it shameful for a knight to fight under the banner of a company?”



“Don’t talk nonsense, Loren. Once those greedy merchants decide to go after you, you can’t escape until you give them an arm.”



The elf knight known as Leon believed Johan was fighting under the company’s banner because of debt. Johan, who voluntarily joined for good meals, remained silent.



“Right, Sir. Will you join us in the charge tomorrow? I plan to be at the forefront as soon as the scouts report.”



“I have to lead the company’s mercenaries, so it’s impossible.”



“That’s unfortunate. Missing such an opportunity as a knight.”



Johan had no intention of charging ahead with unfamiliar knights, leaving his mercenaries behind. While knights seek glory and achievements, it wasn’t necessarily only at the forefront. . .



At this time, Johan didn’t fully grasp what it meant for the knights to ‘be at the forefront’.



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“The mercenaries sent out for reconnaissance have discovered an enemy encampment. The numbers appear to be around fifty or so. . .”



“Understood. We must prepare to advance our soldiers.”



Before the Captain of the guard could gather the warriors present, the sound of a loud trumpet emanated from the knights’ encampment.



Elven knights, heavily armed with chainmail, helmets, lances, and longswords, along with their well-armed but lesser-equipped servants and slaves, were readying for a charge, mounted on their horses.



Clip-clop, clip-clop━



The mounted ones in front, those leading spare horses behind. The elven knights proceeded, pulling their horses forward, as the mercenaries looked on. The knights swiftly broke through the encampments and moved forward effortlessly.



The scouts had heard and prepared before even reporting to the captain.



Cooperation with mercenaries? Such notions held no meaning for the knights.



It was solely about their bravery and their achievements!



“But, captain. They’re moving out ahead.”



“It’s not like they’d listen if we tried to stop them. Hurry and get the mercenaries ready! We must sweep them up before they flee further.”



The knights’ eagerness to charge ahead without waiting for preparations was not surprising.



It wasn’t because the knights were foolish. They knew well enough that fighting together was advantageous. They simply chose not to.



Waiting for the mercenaries to fight together would be akin to declaring their own weakness.



For those born and trained as knights, this mindset and value system was absolute.



“Isn’t it dangerous? It’s deep in the forest, after all.”



“Dangerous? With just those knights, the rogues inside can be easily subdued.”



Suetlg’s words were no exaggeration.



Certainly, if hundreds of mercenaries united against the knights, it wouldn’t be easy for them.



But the mercenaries were far from united.



Facing the knights’ fierce assault, they would think first of abandoning their comrades and fleeing rather than banding together.



The knights’ fearsomeness lay in such small-scale battles. Their ferocious combat capabilities unmatched by similar numbers of mercenaries!



Before long, a messenger sent by the knights arrived. Blood was smeared on his cheek and clothes.



“My lords and the honorable Sir Knights have attacked the encampment and slaughtered all the rogues inside!”




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