How to live as a wanderer

“I feel like the light fills up when I think you're watching. ”

John said so and grumbled in his heart.

Helping Valberge was not because he believed in God, nor was he trying to please Valberge. If the church were bigger and bigger, John would try to be happy.

However, the church here was small and humble to fit the size of the Chief Minister. The priests who were there were all of them. This priest must carry out all duties such as baptism and blessings in the territory by himself. There were errand boys and servants to help, but Priest Valberg was as good as he wanted to do what God had given him.

If John had said, ’Let me teach after work in the territory,' there would be a problem, so it was best for John to learn from his help.

"He has a good personality, and I'm not a priest, and I'm not going to the monastery..."

Priest Valberge was a pure priest who believed entirely in God, with no ties to the Church. There was not much I could do for John.

The reason John wanted to help was to learn writing and education.

Learning the most difficult ‘Ancient Empire' spoken by scholars, priests and Demibeasts on the continent and the Catalan Peninsula was easy. The three of them had a lot in common.

Not many people know how to write and read. Not only for the seniors, but also for the nobles. There were a lot of ways of thinking like, "Hire someone who knows how to write."

Priests and city merchants who need to read the scriptures are the ones who can write and read. Priest Valberge here was the most studied man on the territory.

‘We have to come here and pretend to believe this hard even on Earth. ’

Religion was not so different in the Holy Empire. Our God, the light and the sun, is one God, he wants faith, the Pope is the best, he pays tithe...

Sometimes great priests show miracles, but John didn't have much faith. I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.

Rather, I felt like the writing taught me was more amazing.

‘If I could learn to be a hunter and speak the Ancient Empire, I wouldn't starve to death anywhere. ’

Learning was a good thing. As I learned, I lost my fear and gained confidence.

He speaks and reads the Ancient Empire, and John is also proficient with calculations. The mathematical ability of the modern man to do calculus was not uncommon here in the world. Valberge admired that God had given him a gift when John compiled the calculations he needed to manage the territory.

"Am I the son of a knight? 'John, who had done it, could soon understand why.

Here, we didn't use Arabic numerals. John was frightened.

You stupid bastards!

There is no such thing as zero-digit matching, and the ancient Empire texts I, II, and III used them to calculate them indiscriminately, so it was wrong and wrong. Just then, it was still ridiculous.

‘It's absurd, but it's a good thing. ’

The more abilities people don't have here, the easier it will be for John to eat.

Johann was going to go to the port side city by scraping away the wealth that Lord Aeth had lost when he died. John seemed to have a lot of work to do in a city with a port.

Body or head?

What the hell?

John, who was walking out of the church to the permanent residence, felt something shady. My neck feels irritated.

"We're alive!"

The reaction was late because I didn't think there was anyone who could hide in a place like this to look for him. John quickly relaxes and moves around.

“Fantastic! You noticed this. ”

“... You weren't a wanderer. ”

“You're a wanderer. I just didn't come here for sightseeing. Things aren't always what they seem. Like you're the son of a pig, but a lion. ”

The old man strokes his chin once, then hesitates and opens his mouth.

“... Can I ask you a question? I think this is a rather offensive question…”

It was absurd for John to say something like that in this situation. And I was even more curious. An old man who's dying to sneak around on a dark night to ask.

“What is it?”

“Are you really Lord Aeth's son? Seeds seem different no matter how much I think about it. ”

“... well, lions can fly under pigs. ”

In John's words, Cairo opened his mouth. And then, like crazy, they started blasting the ironworks.

“Kuhahaha! Kuhahahaha! ”

“What's so funny? ”

“I never thought I'd answer that! ”

A knight's son would run in fury when he insulted his father, his family. Kaegal also expected John to do so.

However, John took the insult lightly.

"I like it! I love it!"

I felt that the Witch's prophecy was not wrong. Kaegal feels her heart pounding. I wanted to pass on my skills to the young man in front of me.

But you can't just hand it over.

Kaegal begins to clear his head. If Johann comes at us, I was going to take him down and tell him...

“So what's the point? For the record, I don't have anything. If you want to take a Silver Coin, you'd better go after the Lord with the lights on back there. ”

“I love that one word. But I'm not here for the silver. Silver coins are enough for me. ”

In response, John flashed.

“I came here to have a disciple. ”

“Are you... sleeping? ”

John asked as if wondering.

“Yes, son of Eights. I am one of the masters of Nessus, Caiegal. Have you heard of him?”

“... I think you've heard of it. ”

John had heard of it. When a bard was heard in the territory, he sang, "Lord Karamaf the Great has torn the cowardly assassins from the poison of Nesos."

Assassin Guild!

“Easy for you to say. You must learn from me. There are no other options. ”

Kaegar watches John carefully as he speaks.

If a lifelong knight family asks a dirty unofficial guild master to learn, he will say no first.

But Kaegal had no intention of accepting the rejection.

I will make you my apprentice!

The old man was unlikely to see another disciple like John. I was going to put him in as a student today. By any means necessary.

‘If you refuse, I will make you swear that you will learn as a disciple by threatening him with the life of your family and his life. ’

The oath was sacred, and as a knight, I had no choice but to keep whatever I swore under duress in a dangerous situation.

Knights were like that.

John hesitates and opens his mouth.

“Uh...”

“? ”

“How much do I owe you? ”

“... what? ”

And the words that came out of John's mouth were utterly above expectations.

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John was embarrassed.

I can't believe a master like you came to this territory to teach me how to use a sword.

Did you eat something wrong?

Or did John live so hard that God finally gave him his blessing?

Of course not. John asked carefully.

“How much do I owe you? ”

“... what? ”

“I don't think he'll teach me for nothing...”

“Kuhahahahahahaha!”

Kaegar bursts into tears and laughs. The wrinkles on my face became deeper.

I've never laughed like this in my life. I don't think I've ever laughed as much as today.

“Do you think I'm a swordsman? You are not really Eights' son! ”

“That's my son. ”

“I'll tell you again. Learning from me, Master Caiegal of Nessos, means learning the Assassin's Sword, not as a knight's honor. The Knight of Honor will despise you if he sees this, and the Priest of the Order will curse you if he sees you. Are you ready to learn? ”

“Where is the good in strength? When you make a sword, do you make it by tapping steel, by deciding who to kill and who to protect? Swordsmanship is just a sword, but it's important to know who uses it... Wait. Do I have to enter Nessus Poison when I learn swordsmanship? ”

“No, you don't need to care about Nesos. All you have to do is keep my sword intact. ”

“Then I'm always ready. ”

“... God is fair to those who do not believe. Follow me! I'll teach you. ”

Kaegal felt a joyful rush of vitality throughout his body. I realized that John truly regarded him as a teacher.

I can't believe the knight family's son took such an assassin as a teacher. It was something I had never dreamed of.

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“Have you ever learned the sword? ”

“Nothing.”

“Lift it comfortably, naturally. ”

John raises his sword to his left shoulder.

“Left-handed. A left-handed man can be a good assassin. ”

“I don't intend to assassinate them. ”

“That's what I mean. And how do you know there won't be an assassination in life? Ever since I was a kid, I didn't decide to live as an assassin. ”

Kaegal searches John's body. It was a terribly complete body. You don't even need to train me before you pick up the sword.

“Swordsmanship is not difficult. Once you understand the basics, it's a practice and skill process. The question is, can you understand the basics? Those who wield their swords their whole lives don't understand it are placenta. ”

“What are the basics? ”

“Pick up my sword and let it touch the target." The opposing Pokémon's Black prevents it from reaching my body. That's it. ”

John gives a subtle look. It was really basic.

“There are as many swords in the Empire as there are in those stars, and each one has its own sword. I don't know it all, and I can't respond. But once you understand it, you can see what they're trying to do. So... understand! ”

Kaegal kicks the tree with his horse. The light flashes even in the dark, where only the moonlight is visible. The falling leaves are being pierced down one by one.

“Of course, I don't even want you to be perfectly proficient. These things take time. Don't worry. I've got plenty of time. I'll smack you in the body. ”

“Thank you so much for your hospitality. ”

“Don't flatter yourself. I'll show you the moves.”

John makes the same move as Kaegal just did. Then you stab. The air tears and a cool breeze blows. It was as fast as a flash. It was dark, but I felt like I was getting brighter every day.

“... again. ”

John stabs again. Kaegal is appalled.

It was perfect.

There's no need to point.

“Moving on. ”

“Yes? Aren't you going to watch? ”

“Moving on. Try the same thing. ”

Kaegal showed me a skill within the guild called Snake's Tongue. An ordinary diagonal cut at first glance, but a brutal move that aims at the neck and face of the opposing Pokémon on its way down.

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