How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 136.1: ๐„๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐„๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ฒ (5)

The Elven knights in the West boasted that their warhorses were the fiercest and bravest, while the Empire knights insisted that the warhorses of the Empire were the sturdiest and toughest.

However, even they could not hide their greed for the crossbred horses with Eastern blood. It was rumored that the Eastern warhorses had beautiful figures and strong perseverance.

A horse that was considered so precious, it was inevitable not to covet it.

Noticing Johanโ€™s thoughts, the warhorse Fern made a dissatisfied snort. Johan stroked its head apologetically.

โ€œSorry. Youโ€™re a good horse too.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

๐•’๐š ๐”ข๐›s๐”ฑ๐จ๐š›๐ขแด‡๐•ค.๐™˜๐š˜๐˜ฎ

Ahirโ€™s sons and daughters were decent enough knights. You could tell just by looking. Their armors were different from those of the Empire, but they were well-kept and the blades sharp.

Of course, a โ€˜decentโ€™ knight didnโ€™t necessarily mean good natured.

โ€œHe keeps mumbling. Whatโ€™s he saying?โ€

โ€œUm, that. . .โ€

As the servant hesitated, Johan asked Geoffrey directly.

โ€œGeoffrey. Whatโ€™s he saying?โ€

โ€œIt seems heโ€™s mumbling that he could have won if given the chance.โ€

โ€œTell him if he keeps mumbling Iโ€™ll cut his tongue out along with his ransom. And if he fails to convey my words properly again and hesitates, Iโ€™ll cut his throat.โ€

Johanโ€™s warning left the servant pale and he nodded vigorously. Only now he truly realized what kind of man the Count before him was.

At that, Ahirโ€™s children finally shut their mouths. They were clearly quite upset about surrendering without even crossing swords.

โ€œWith that level of grumbling, it must have been quite clever. To steal away without making a sound means a monster, no?โ€

โ€œYes. Besides, there are no bears around here. With no tracks left behind, it must have been quite a large monster.โ€

Galambos nodded in agreement as he answered. The more they talked about it, the more Johan felt it with his knowledge as a hunter.

A hunterโ€™s knowledge was different from hunting proficiency. Many nobles enjoyed and were skilled at hunting but did not possess a hunterโ€™s knowledge.

One could not obtain a hunterโ€™s knowledge by taking dozens of attendants and guides into the forest. It could only be learned by being alone and breathing with the forest.

Naturally, nobles who looked down on such things never even tried to learn it. Johan was truly an exceptional noble.

โ”๐†๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ.

โ€œDonโ€™t be disappointed if you canโ€™t find it.โ€

Unable to pick up a scent, Karamaf seemed deflated like a withered plant. Monsters were often more cunning than ordinary beasts, perfectly capable of erasing their scent.

โ€œWe found tracks! We found tracks!โ€

โ€œ?โ€

Thus Johan could not help but be puzzled when the pagan pirates said they had found tracks that even Karamaf could not.

But there really were tracks.

Horse prints were messily stamped on the other side of the shallow stream. It made sense for the scent to disappear after crossing water, but Johan found it strange.

โ€œAny scent, Karamaf?โ€

Karamaf shook his head. Meaning there was no scent over there either.

โ€œWe will follow these tracks, Count.โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t it odd? Iโ€™d understand if the horse ran away on its own, but if it was taken by someone else, why leave tracks like this?โ€

โ€œBut. . . it could have been captured and dragged away.โ€

โ€œThen it would be messier.โ€

Despite Johanโ€™s words, his attendants did not seem ready to give up. It was natural, since it was their masterโ€™s warhorse.

โ€˜๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ.โ€™

Johan gave up on trying to dissuade them. He realized there was no reason to stop them from walking their own difficult path.

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต. . .โ€™

โ€œFine. Do as you please. Iโ€™ll follow behind.โ€

โ€œThank you!โ€

Hearing Johan grant permission, Ahirโ€™s son who had been behind them brightened up and gave his thanks. He didnโ€™t know what Johan was thinking to enable that thanks.

โ€œWhy did you let them go? No matter how I look itโ€™s suspicious.โ€

โ€œI thought if there is a monster it might show itself when it sees them.โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

Galambos looked at Johan with a disgusted expression.

What a ruthless move, even for the oldest of the Eastern Rangers. . .!

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

๐š๐š แด‡แธƒฬ‡s๐ญ๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐™šs.๐˜ค๐™ค๐•ž

The horseโ€™s hoofprints continued unbroken, only created by walking at a steady pace with even intervals.

The knights and attendants ahead were simply excited by the joy of discovery, and chased after it, but Johan gradually became uncomfortable.

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ?โ€™

The knights even doubted it!

Just in case, he spread the mercenaries on both sides, but nothing was discovered. At this point, Johan began to become curious.

What the hell kind of monster is doing this?

โ€œWow. . .!โ€

Those ahead stopped first and exclaimed.

Ahead was a beautiful golden-furred horse with pure eastern blood. It was clearly a rare warhorse. Even the mercenaries exclaimed at the sight.

โ€œIs that Ahir-gongโ€™s horse?โ€

โ€œYes. Thatโ€™s right.โ€

The servant said in a happy voice, then carefully approached. The horse may have forgotten its master while wandering the forest, so he planned to firmly grab the reins.

However, the horse turned its head and ran forward.

โ€œChase it!โ€

The attendants hurriedly followed it. Running through the narrow path and emerging into a wide open plain spread out like a clearing inside the forest.

In the middle of the lake, a few horses were resting their necks. The attendants were amazed at the fantastic sight.

โ€œAre they wild horses?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s good. Letโ€™s catch a few and offer them to the count.โ€

โ€œ. . .That wouldnโ€™t be bad either.โ€

Ahirโ€™s sons agreed. Although they were resentful and angry to be captured without swinging their swords once as knights, the fact that Count Yeats had shown them mercy remained unchanged.

If they did not properly repay as knights, that would also be shameful.

The eldest, Fahid, discovered something strange.

โ€œWait. . . why is there a fence?โ€

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