How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 60.1: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฎ (๐Ÿ’)



Chapter 60.1: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฎ (๐Ÿ’)

โ€œWhat are you talking about? Do you think your employer is some kind of god?โ€

โ€œWell, his power was indeed enormous, like that of a god. . .โ€

โ€œBut still, he bleeds when stabbed with a spear and dies when hit by an arrow. Itโ€™s insane to think that with just those men, they would climb the city walls. No matter how much one loves gold, itโ€™s madness.โ€

Experienced mercenaries said that, indicating the riskiness of this attempt.

Yet, the mercenaries following Johan were unshaken as if they were enchanted.

After all, faith is not rational and is something that cannot be explained to others.

The mercenaries who had followed Johan from the city held a strong belief.

They had faith that they would never lose if they followed this knight!

Such unwavering faith doesnโ€™t just emerge from kicking down giant tent poles.

It develops through continuous collaboration, syncing movements, and experiencing each action side by side.

Mercenaries unaware of this thought those participating in the surprise attack seemed mad.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

The weakest part of the castle was its gate. It was natural, as it was originally made for people to pass through.

Thus, various methods were employed to protect the gate, like elevating its position, digging a moat below, or building a small bastion nearby. . .

Sangdarju Castle wasnโ€™t that well-built. The moat was shallow, and the towers were crude.

But still, a castle is a castle. A direct assault on the gate could even turn Johan into a piece of meat.

โ€˜๐˜Š๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ.โ€™

โ€œThereโ€™s fog rolling in.โ€

Suetlg, who had turned pale preparing magic, came out and said.

From a distance, fog was enveloping the area around the castle. The sudden dense fog caused confusion among the soldiers on the walls.

โ€œWhen will we attack?โ€

โ€œWeโ€™ll repeat this a few times and then go in just before sunrise.โ€

โ€œWouldnโ€™t the middle of the night be better?โ€

โ€œIt might be harder for us if itโ€™s too dark. Considering the terrain and all. . .โ€

Johan thought the time just before sunrise was when people are most off-guard.

Others thought of night, but to Johan, night seemed more dangerous.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

With a shield on his back, and a mace, longsword, and dagger at his waist.

To keep themselves light, the assault team minimized their baggage. Johan even considered removing his chainmail due to the noise, but decided it wasnโ€™t necessary.

Johan led from the front, cutting through the fog. It seemed easier to climb the wall before the break of dawn.

๐“๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโ”

Strong grip wasnโ€™t just useful for wielding weapons or tearing off a trollโ€™s arm. It was also effective for climbing walls.

โ€œ. . .!โ€

The mercenaries following from below admired Johanโ€™s speed in climbing.

Climbing up the wall barehanded, and so swiftly at that!

Now they understood why he had refused the cumbersome siege ladders. With such strength, they were unnecessary.

Now, all that was needed was for Johan to throw down a rope.

โ€œOh.โ€

Reaching the top, Johan, leaning against the wall, froze upon seeing two soldiers yawning and sitting there.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

The location of the climbable wall was not chosen randomly. Behind it was Gerdolfโ€™s effort.

โ”๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ. ๐–๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.

โ”๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ. . . ๐€๐š๐š๐ก๐ก๐ก๐ก๐ก! ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ! ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ณ๐ฒ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž! ๐ˆโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ! ๐ˆโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ! ๐€๐š๐š๐ก๐ก๐ก๐ก!

Gerdolf surprisingly had a talent for interrogation.

After interrogating the captured raiders who attempted a surprise attack, they became ragged and spilled the secrets of the castle.

The location of the hidden doors they used to come out of, the rough layout of the castle. Johan tried his best to memorize these details in his head.

However, Johan was powerless over the soldiersโ€™ deployment.

It changed frequently, and now that the raiders were captured, it would have changed again. Relying on it could lead to seeing blood.

But to run into them as soon as climbing up.

There was definitely no luck.

โ€œ. . .What?โ€

The sitting soldier blinked and looked at Johan. He was exhausted from the dense fog and staying up all night. Johan, suddenly appearing over the wall, must have seemed out of place.

His slow reaction cost him his life.

๐‚๐ซ๐ž๐š๐คโ”

The mace swung, and the soldier collapsed. The soldier next to him was startled and scrambled for his spear, but Johan stepped on it first.

โ€œAtta(ck). . .โ€

One blow to the lungs, one to the neck.

What Kaegal taught Johan most intensively were the bodyโ€™s vital points. An assassin couldnโ€™t kill openly like a knight in battle. They often had to kill quietly in the darkness.

It was this technique that was effective then. Not slashing with a sword, but quickly stabbing a hard-to-hear vital point with a dagger and silencing them.

โ€œGuh-huh. . .โ€

The soldier gasped and gurgled. Johan pushed him aside and checked the surroundings. There were no others.

๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉโ”

As the rope descended, the mercenaries sighed in relief. They had been anxious about the sudden disappearance.

As all the mercenaries climbed onto the wall, Johan gave the order.

โ€œGo to the secret door and open it.โ€

The main gate was too large and noisy, drawing inevitable attention.

In contrast, the secret doors in the wall were relatively free from such concerns. They were small and concealed enough to be unnoticed from the outside.

If they could take the secret door before the enemies noticed and bring in the soldiers from outside, it would be over.

โ€œIsnโ€™t it too quiet?โ€

โ€œAre they all sleeping?โ€

โ€œWe havenโ€™t touched them for days, so itโ€™s likely. . .โ€

Johan and the mercenaries ran through the castle courtyard, the eerie silence making their hearts race.

As they moved towards the secret door, a shout erupted from behind.

โ€œItโ€™s an attack! Itโ€™s an attack!!โ€

โ€œThe wall has been taken!โ€

โ€œ?!โ€

Johan and the mercenaries, who had not yet taken the wall, were shocked by the outcry.

โ€œHave those guys gone mad?!โ€

โ€œNo. They must have discovered the missing soldiers. Move fast!โ€

Johan urged the mercenaries. With tense expressions, they nodded. From now on, it wouldnโ€™t be surprising to encounter enemies anywhere.


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