How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 98.1: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 (𝟏𝟎)

There was an adage that circulated like a joke among the mercenaries. It was the saying, .

No matter the plan, things tend to go awry and change, so just give up and leave it to fate!

. . .Still, this was too much. The situation was more messed up than it should have been.

?!

!

. , .

The mansion, supposed to be devoid of people, was as noisy as if hosting a banquet, shocking the mercenaries who came through the secret passage. But they couldnt just turn back.

The defense captain had an idea.

, , . , .

? .

!

With no other choice, the mercenaries headed to the kitchen as instructed by the defense captain. It seemed better to quietly solve the problem than causing a ruckus and drawing attention.

Of course, things in the world dont always go as planned.

Why is that knight here?!

The cry of the mercenary was desperate. Then someone said.

Kill him! Hes unarmed too!

. . .!

Cornered, the mercenaries desperately sought a way out. No matter how formidable the opponent, they had spent their lives killing enemies. And the opponent was indeed unarmed.

It might even be a stroke of luck. Their only chance to kill this demon!

Johan sighed. The situation was such a mess that he felt more calm.

.

The servants screamed, an assassin exerted force, Karamaf growled, and some raiders were causing chaos. . .

In such times, it was essential to stay calm and composed. Johan struck the assassins neck. The man fell like a puppet with its strings cut. There was much to ask, but it couldnt be helped. Good luck if he survived, bad luck if he didnt.

Karamaf. Make sure he cant escape.

.

The mercenaries, with bloodshot eyes, rushed into the kitchen. The servants screamed and stepped aside. Knowing that Johan was unarmed, they attacked without hesitation.

In haste, Johan grabbed a ladle nearby. As the sooty ladle revealed its ancient blade from the soup, the mercenary was baffled.

What is he doing. . .?

Johan stepped forward, swinging the ladle from the upper right to the lower left. It was a basic diagonal slash, but a swift and accurate strike that caught the opponent off guard. The mercenary couldnt even think to block and was struck on the head.

Once, twice, thrice. A flurry of attacks left no time for reaction, and sparks flew from the steel helmet. The mercenary, bleeding from the eyes and nose, fell.

Damn Motherfuc. . .

The ladle swung again. The dented and damaged ladle struck the mercenarys temple, ending his life. Johan let go of the handle with a slight regret.

Thanks to the two who fell and blocked the way, the worry of being hit by a sword was somewhat reduced.

Johan grabbed the fallen mercenary and pushed him like a shield. Those behind hesitated as they no longer had space to swing their weapons.

When youre very close, blades become a hindrance. Johan threw the corpse and extended his arm to wrap around a guys neck. As he let out a death scream, the mercenarys neck bone snapped.

Naturally, the mercenarys short sword came into Johans hand. As Johan grasped the weapon, the mercenaries complexions turned pale.

! !

Leave the knight dastard and run! The magistrate must be taken care of!

The defense captain shouted in a voice mixed with despair and struggle. The mercenaries behind could be seen escaping. They didnt show it, but they were relieved.

Hey you sons of b*tches!! Where do you think youre going, cough!

As the mercenaries ran, Johan also ran.

Thinking calmly, if the mercenaries had resolved to die and attacked, they could have inflicted wounds on Johans body.

Even if the kitchen was spacious, the space was limited and Johan was not wearing armor. They could have inflicted minor wounds on his arms and legs, if not a fatal blow.

However, the mercenaries were terrified. Johan caught the ones trying to flee one by one and slaughtered them.

A few servants fainted in fear at his demon-like rampage. It was hard to tell whether the raider or Johan was more terrifying.

! !

! !

The mansions corridor was a total mess. Given the status of those gathered here, guards were on standby, but the number of raiders was too many than expected.

Where did all these people come from?

?

Capture anyone worth taking as a hostage and kill the rest!

Magistrate! Magistrate! Come out! Weve come to save you!

The magistrate cursed. He hadnt even asked to be saved, yet this chaos could put his life in more danger.

The. . . Milord. . .

Several guards lay fallen. At their words, Johan nodded. Mercenaries in front were struggling to enter through the wide corridor into the hall.

Some knights and mercenary captains inside quickly armed themselves and blocked the door. The mercenaries could only curse, unable to enter.

!