How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 86.2: ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ (๐Ÿ“)

โ€œThatโ€™s freakishly fascinating. How did you do it?โ€

โ€œDo you know that werewolves are fond of the moon?โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€

โ€œI heard from a hunter I used to run with. He was an experienced hunter who had caught dozens of werewolves. He said that werewolves go crazy at the sight of moonstone.โ€

โ€œReally?โ€

โ€œYes. While monsters are sensitive to scents, moonstone especially drives them wild. Thatโ€™s why I mixed moonstone powder into the scent to lure the monsters.โ€

โ€œI see. So thatโ€™s why theyโ€™re going berserk like that.โ€

โ€œRight. The werewolves will pounce on any pig that enters the forest, and the scent on them will transfer to others. . .โ€

Galambos boasted with pride, showcasing his knowledge. Even the fierce mercenaries of the Arrowhead Mercenary Group listened in awe.

โ€œYou deserve the recognition you get from the knights.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t be envious. You reap what you sow.โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t it a bit arrogant to fight werewolves ourselves?โ€

At the mercenariesโ€™ words, Galambos waved his hand in warning.

โ€œDonโ€™t threaten carelessly. They might run away immediately.โ€

In this darkness, surrounded by the forest, no mercenary wanted to engage in a chase with the eastern hunters.

Besides, Galambosโ€™s role was far from over.

โ€œ. . .So, when does this Werewolf King appear?โ€

โ€œSoon. Youโ€™ll know by its howl. Just follow the sound.โ€

โ€œIs it that different from regular werewolves?โ€

โ€œBigger in size and different in color. Each leader monster has its own traits. Usually, theyโ€™re much faster, stronger, and smarter than regular werewolves.โ€

Galambos took a sip of beer and continued.

โ€œBut a frenzied one is easier to trap. Just do as I say.โ€

โ”๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ. ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ?

โ”๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ? ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ž๐. ๐’๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐›*๐ญ๐œ๐ก.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t a lie?โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

Botan had a bitter expression. Johan seemed to believe him. . .

โ€œOpen your eyes, or Iโ€™ll gouge them out.โ€

โ€œYou play the Empire game well.โ€

โ€œโ–  โ– โ– โ– .โ€

Euclyia blushed and waved her hand shyly at Johanโ€™s compliment. Botan, looking incredulous, said:

โ€œI spoke the truth. Thatโ€™s a camp over there.โ€

Like the centaursโ€™ camp, their camp was expertly concealed, barely letting any light escape. It would have been hard to find without Botan leading them.

Johan was troubled upon actually locating the enemyโ€™s position.

The timing was delicate.

With werewolves rampaging nearby, attacking them could lead to mutual destruction in an unlucky scenario.

These monsters, currently howling at the moon in madness, were unpredictable. They could be drawn by the smell of blood and sounds of battle.

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.โ€™

Johan pondered, while Euclyia fidgeted beside him, asking, โ€˜โ– ? โ– โ– ?โ€™. Johan patted her back reassuringly.

โ€œWait. Donโ€™t get any closer.โ€

โ€œ?โ€

โ€œThat eastern hunter said he set traps. Stick to this path.โ€

โ€œAh. So, the plan was to draw the werewolves here. . . Wait a minute.โ€

In that moment, Johan felt a wicked idea cross his mind.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œโ– - โ– โ– โ– โ– !โ€

Johan and Euclyia circled the area, calling out the werewolves. Johan, with a bow in hand, shot at the werewolvesโ€™ arms or shoulders.

โ€œValkalmur!โ€

Johan was increasingly adept at wielding the power of the malevolent spirit. Valkalmur produced optimal results even in challenging situations.

The surrounding werewolves, ceasing their howling, began to gather more and more. Johan signalled to Euclyia.

โ€œThis is, really. . .โ€

โ€œWhat? Thinking of switching sides again?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t insult me with such nonsense!โ€

Botan, helping out, was first astonished, then serious. He had no intention of returning to Boriska.

However, Johanโ€™s plan was truly horrifying.

To gather the nearby werewolves and take them to that camp!

โ€œThis way! This way, you wolf brutes! Come this way!โ€

Since mastering magic, Johanโ€™s voice had begun to contain a strong power. As Johan shouted, the werewolves followed, as if whipped into changing direction.

โ€œLetโ€™s go! Letโ€™s bring glory to Sir Boriska and the knights!โ€

โ€œโ– โ– โ– !โ€

Euclyia, with an excited expression, chased after Johan, shouting. Unlike Botan, for a centaur, this was pure enjoyment.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œWait. That sounds like a human voice.โ€

Galambos suddenly stood up. There was something odd mixed in with the werewolvesโ€™ howling.

โ€œDid you drink the wrong beer?โ€

โ€œQuiet. Thereโ€™s a human voice. . .โ€

โ€œThe werewolves howling like this, one could be mistaken.โ€

โ€œ. . .Others have come! Itโ€™s definitely those centaur brutes!โ€

โ€œWhat? Damn it. You said you were the fastest?โ€

โ€œCentaurs can be fast too! Am I the only one whoโ€™s fast?!โ€

โ€œWe should report to the knight.โ€

โ€œThe knightโ€™s going to freak out.โ€

โ€œ. . .Wait.โ€

โ€œWhat. You want us not to report?โ€

โ€œNo. The sound of hooves. . .โ€

The ground-pounding sound grew louder. Galambosโ€™s face began to sink.

โ€œWerewolves!!!!โ€

โ€œDamn it!โ€

Those patrolling nearby spotted it first. They shouted at the top of their lungs.

โ€œDamn wolves, are they crazy?!โ€

โ€œHey, hunter! You said they wouldnโ€™t come this way!โ€

โ€œShut up and get ready to fight!โ€

Galambos was also flustered. How could this happen?

But the werewolves were already charging fiercely. The mercenaries hid behind obstacles, drawing their weapons.

โ€œScatter! Scatter!โ€

โ€œShouldnโ€™t we gather?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s better to scatter when theyโ€™re running wild, *sshole! Just listen and call the knight! Tell him to catch a werewolf!โ€

Thanks to the werewolves drawing attention, Johan easily entered the camp. A mercenary, staring blankly at the werewolves, locked eyes with Johan.

โ€œWhere is Sir Boriska?โ€

โ€œUh. . .?โ€

๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ!

A hole in the body usually loosens the tongue. The mercenary, screaming, pointed in a direction.

โ€œThanks!โ€

Johan rode off. He saw faces coming with torches in the pointed direction. It was Sir Boriska and the other knights.

โ€œBoriska of the Petreo family! Come at me. Iโ€™ll give you a chance for revenge!โ€

โ€œ?!โ€

Boriska was startled. The one he wanted to avenge suddenly appeared before him?

But his panic didnโ€™t cloud his judgment.

โ€œTurn and block him so he canโ€™t escape! Iโ€™ll strike him myself!โ€

โ€œโ– !โ€

Euclyia, cursing, threw her spear. A knight, turned to dodge, hastily crouched to avoid it.

โ€œThis damned centaur. . .โ€

โ€œValkalmur!โ€

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