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Chapter 87.2: Time to Hunt (6)
The mercenaries, quicker to catch on than the knights, immediately dropped their weapons as they realized the oddity of the situation.
With Boriska gone and other knights captured, their situation was hopeless. They could do nothing, and they werent particularly loyal either. . .
Who among you is the eastern ranger?
Its this b*stard! This guy, always running his mouth. . .
The mercenaries dragged out Galambos, whose face was battered from being caught while trying to escape.
Galambos cried out in desperation,
Its not my fault! The werewolves went mad. . .!
Seeing Galambos make excuses, Johan felt a pang of guilt.
None of those present seemed to think that Johan had herded the monster in their direction.
Shut up, you quack! We nearly died because of you.
Be quiet.
Johan silenced the mercenaries and made Galambos reCount what had happened.
The secret of the eastern ranger was so intriguing that Johan became absorbed, forgetting the situation.
The werewolf leader seemed too sane to be mad.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Its. . . well. . . it worked on the werewolves, but not on the Werewolf King.
Damn this *sshole!
The mercenaries were infuriated but understood Galambos point. Such anomalies were unpredictable.
Galambos thought desperately,
Given the circumstances, he was definitely facing execution.
Ill track where the leader went! There are plenty of traces left to follow!
The mercenaries were astounded. Despite the chaos, he was determined to pursue the werewolf again.
But Johan was intrigued.
While it was tempting to return and accuse Boriska of his crimes before the Duke, capturing a worthy prey seemed more appealing.
You can track it?
I stake my life on it!
Then, tribal warriors rushed in from a distance. They had come searching when Johan didnt return. Achladda asked about the chaos at the camp.
Indeed, Sir Knight. We cant let the prey escape like this!
Achladda strongly agreed. The death of a few mercenaries and knights was irrelevant. What mattered was capturing the prey or letting it escape.
The people gathered near Baien did not easily disperse. Such feasts were rare, and they were curious about the prey the knights would bring back.
Just as a few unlucky knights did not awaken during the tournament, hunting was the same. Life was trivialized for honor and glory, especially among the knightly class.
Those watching made the sign of the cross, mourning and paying respects to the knight. Duke looked puzzled at the sight of the flags hung.
?
Death was equal to all. Any knight could fall to a single unlucky arrow.
But Boriska did not seem like a knight who would actively put himself in danger. Wasnt he a knight who calculated gains and losses while being escorted by other knights?
Moreover, the fact that eastern tribal warriors had retrieved the body was puzzling. They were unlikely allies.
?
The first to greet the prey was the Dukes gamekeeper.
In fact, the job wasnt much different from that of a regular gamekeeper, but the honor was of a different dimension. It was a prestigious position that only the fortunate lower nobility could hold.
Therefore, the competition was fierce, and one couldnt last long without sufficient skills. The gamekeeper had to be far more experienced than the average hunter.
. . .?
This gamekeeper, with a puzzled expression, rummaged through the body of the werewolf with his hands. There was nothing where there should have been.
There were no wounds on the creatures body.
It was naturally assumed that it was caught with poison, but there were no traces of poison, nor were there any marks of swords or spears. . .
What exactly was used to catch it?
May we enter?
E-Enter.
Johan and his party passed through the open city gates and entered the city. It was their first time entering the city, as they had to stay outside during the tournament last time.
.
It was something he felt even from a distance, but the city, dating back to the ancient Empire era, had an awe-inspiring appearance.
Did you see the gamekeepers face?
Its understandable hed be confused.
Achladda burst into laughter. He knew why the gamekeeper was bewildered. Honestly, he would have been surprised too had he seen it.
The laughing Achladda suddenly stopped and asked,
But why did you collect the body of that guy and bring it back?
From secretly hiring mercenaries to attempting to disrupt the sacred hunt, such actions were unforgivable. Normally, it would have been enough to leave the body in the fields for the beasts to tear apart.
Its mercy.
. . .Excuse me???
Dont be so surprised by a joke. I thought it might be useful given the situation.
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Chapter 87.2: Time to Hunt (6)
The mercenaries, quicker to catch on than the knights, immediately dropped their weapons as they realized the oddity of the situation.
With Boriska gone and other knights captured, their situation was hopeless. They could do nothing, and they werent particularly loyal either. . .
Who among you is the eastern ranger?
Its this b*stard! This guy, always running his mouth. . .
The mercenaries dragged out Galambos, whose face was battered from being caught while trying to escape.
Galambos cried out in desperation,
Its not my fault! The werewolves went mad. . .!
Seeing Galambos make excuses, Johan felt a pang of guilt.
None of those present seemed to think that Johan had herded the monster in their direction.
Shut up, you quack! We nearly died because of you.
Be quiet.
Johan silenced the mercenaries and made Galambos reCount what had happened.
The secret of the eastern ranger was so intriguing that Johan became absorbed, forgetting the situation.
The werewolf leader seemed too sane to be mad.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Its. . . well. . . it worked on the werewolves, but not on the Werewolf King.
Damn this *sshole!
The mercenaries were infuriated but understood Galambos point. Such anomalies were unpredictable.
Galambos thought desperately,
Given the circumstances, he was definitely facing execution.
Ill track where the leader went! There are plenty of traces left to follow!
The mercenaries were astounded. Despite the chaos, he was determined to pursue the werewolf again.
But Johan was intrigued.
While it was tempting to return and accuse Boriska of his crimes before the Duke, capturing a worthy prey seemed more appealing.
You can track it?
I stake my life on it!
Then, tribal warriors rushed in from a distance. They had come searching when Johan didnt return. Achladda asked about the chaos at the camp.
Indeed, Sir Knight. We cant let the prey escape like this!
Achladda strongly agreed. The death of a few mercenaries and knights was irrelevant. What mattered was capturing the prey or letting it escape.
The people gathered near Baien did not easily disperse. Such feasts were rare, and they were curious about the prey the knights would bring back.
Just as a few unlucky knights did not awaken during the tournament, hunting was the same. Life was trivialized for honor and glory, especially among the knightly class.
Those watching made the sign of the cross, mourning and paying respects to the knight. Duke looked puzzled at the sight of the flags hung.
?
Death was equal to all. Any knight could fall to a single unlucky arrow.
But Boriska did not seem like a knight who would actively put himself in danger. Wasnt he a knight who calculated gains and losses while being escorted by other knights?
Moreover, the fact that eastern tribal warriors had retrieved the body was puzzling. They were unlikely allies.
?
The first to greet the prey was the Dukes gamekeeper.
In fact, the job wasnt much different from that of a regular gamekeeper, but the honor was of a different dimension. It was a prestigious position that only the fortunate lower nobility could hold.
Therefore, the competition was fierce, and one couldnt last long without sufficient skills. The gamekeeper had to be far more experienced than the average hunter.
. . .?
This gamekeeper, with a puzzled expression, rummaged through the body of the werewolf with his hands. There was nothing where there should have been.
There were no wounds on the creatures body.
It was naturally assumed that it was caught with poison, but there were no traces of poison, nor were there any marks of swords or spears. . .
What exactly was used to catch it?
May we enter?
E-Enter.
Johan and his party passed through the open city gates and entered the city. It was their first time entering the city, as they had to stay outside during the tournament last time.
.
It was something he felt even from a distance, but the city, dating back to the ancient Empire era, had an awe-inspiring appearance.
Did you see the gamekeepers face?
Its understandable hed be confused.
Achladda burst into laughter. He knew why the gamekeeper was bewildered. Honestly, he would have been surprised too had he seen it.
The laughing Achladda suddenly stopped and asked,
But why did you collect the body of that guy and bring it back?
From secretly hiring mercenaries to attempting to disrupt the sacred hunt, such actions were unforgivable. Normally, it would have been enough to leave the body in the fields for the beasts to tear apart.
Its mercy.
. . .Excuse me???
Dont be so surprised by a joke. I thought it might be useful given the situation.
Chapter 87.2: Time to Hunt 6The mercenaries, quicker to catch on than the knights, immediately dropped their weapons as they realized the oddity of the situation.With Boriska gone and other knights captured, their situation was hopeless. They could do nothing, and they werent particularly loyal either. . .Who among you is the eastern ranger?Its this b*stard! This guy, always running his mouth. . .The mercenaries dragged out Galambos, whose face was battered from being caught while trying to escape.Galambos cried out in desperation,Its not my fault! The werewolves went mad. . .!Seeing Galambos make excuses, Johan felt a pang of guilt.None of those present seemed to think that Johan had herded the monster in their direction.Shut up, you quack! We nearly died because of you.Be quiet.Johan silenced the mercenaries and made Galambos reCount what had happened.The secret of the eastern ranger was so intriguing that Johan became absorbed, forgetting the situation.The werewolf leader seemed too sane to be mad.The source of this content novelbinIts. . . well. . . it worked on the werewolves, but not on the Werewolf King.Damn this *sshole!The mercenaries were infuriated but understood Galambos point. Such anomalies were unpredictable.Galambos thought desperately,Given the circumstances, he was definitely facing execution.Ill track where the leader went! There are plenty of traces left to follow!The mercenaries were astounded. Despite the chaos, he was determined to pursue the werewolf again.But Johan was intrigued.While it was tempting to return and accuse Boriska of his crimes before the Duke, capturing a worthy prey seemed more appealing.You can track it?I stake my life on it!Then, tribal warriors rushed in from a distance. They had come searching when Johan didnt return. Achladda asked about the chaos at the camp.Indeed, Sir Knight. We cant let the prey escape like this!Achladda strongly agreed. The death of a few mercenaries and knights was irrelevant. What mattered was capturing the prey or letting it escape.The people gathered near Baien did not easily disperse. Such feasts were rare, and they were curious about the prey the knights would bring back.Just as a few unlucky knights did not awaken during the tournament, hunting was the same. Life was trivialized for honor and glory, especially among the knightly class.Those watching made the sign of the cross, mourning and paying respects to the knight. Duke looked puzzled at the sight of the flags hung.?Death was equal to all. Any knight could fall to a single unlucky arrow.But Boriska did not seem like a knight who would actively put himself in danger. Wasnt he a knight who calculated gains and losses while being escorted by other knights?Moreover, the fact that eastern tribal warriors had retrieved the body was puzzling. They were unlikely allies.?The first to greet the prey was the Dukes gamekeeper.In fact, the job wasnt much different from that of a regular gamekeeper, but the honor was of a different dimension. It was a prestigious position that only the fortunate lower nobility could hold.Therefore, the competition was fierce, and one couldnt last long without sufficient skills. The gamekeeper had to be far more experienced than the average hunter.. . .?This gamekeeper, with a puzzled expression, rummaged through the body of the werewolf with his hands. There was nothing where there should have been.There were no wounds on the creatures body.It was naturally assumed that it was caught with poison, but there were no traces of poison, nor were there any marks of swords or spears. . .What exactly was used to catch it?May we enter?E-Enter.Johan and his party passed through the open city gates and entered the city. It was their first time entering the city, as they had to stay outside during the tournament last time..It was something he felt even from a distance, but the city, dating back to the ancient Empire era, had an awe-inspiring appearance.Did you see the gamekeepers face?Its understandable hed be confused.Achladda burst into laughter. He knew why the gamekeeper was bewildered. Honestly, he would have been surprised too had he seen it.The laughing Achladda suddenly stopped and asked,But why did you collect the body of that guy and bring it back?From secretly hiring mercenaries to attempting to disrupt the sacred hunt, such actions were unforgivable. Normally, it would have been enough to leave the body in the fields for the beasts to tear apart.Its mercy.. . .Excuse me???Dont be so surprised by a joke. I thought it might be useful given the situation.
