A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 427



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427. The King’s Heart

As far as Encred knew, Crys was not a man who would dwell on things that should not be done.

“You don’t need it.”

At the words of the Mercenary King, Christ quickly gave up on hanging on as he had been doing.

“Yes, I see!”

In reality, I don’t think he really had any intention of following along.

Otherwise, the change of position could not have been this quick.

“Since you are a guest, do you have any gifts or anything?”

Instead of giving up what was pleasing to the king, Christ went after only his gold.

Encred had also heard rumors from his travels across the continent that there was a warehouse full of gold in the east.

There was also a rumor that the Thieves’ Guild formed an alliance after hearing the story of the gold and went in, but not a single one came out alive.

Encrid flowed in.

‘It’s gold.’

There must be a lot.

That’s all I thought about.

If you don’t need that much gold, why bother finding out more?

The same goes for Rem, Ragnar, Audin, and Saxony.

The madman unit was made up of people who had no attachment to Crona.

But it wasn’t Christ.

Christ’s eyes flashed with a strange light.

It was as if he had been betrayed by the person he had sworn to love, and had been trapped in a ruined house for a hundred years, possessed by an evil spirit that was only tenacious.

There was a glimmer of heat in Christ’s eyes as he discussed the gold. Madness was visible.

However, Encred thought that even if the opponent was bad, it was too bad.

“A gift? What, maybe some eastern gold?”

“Please give it to me.”

“I don’t like it.”

“They say that the King of the East has a heart as broad as the ocean. How can you be like this?”

“I’m not a very well-off person.”

“You are the King of the East. Does this meeting mean nothing to you?”

“I can’t hear you.”

Encred thought the Eastern King was not very good with words, but he had a great talent for drawing people into his pace.

Christ didn’t get angry. He didn’t even grit his teeth. He just continued to speak with the same smile and tone as before.

“Is that so? Then I’ll ask you again tomorrow.”

From a distance, it seemed like a friendly conversation. The king smiled and nodded.

Encrid was worried, if only for a moment.

If I continued like that and got hit even once, it would be difficult to meet Christ again in this life.

“Are you okay?”

So I asked Christ, who was coming out after meeting the king.

Christ spoke only with his mouth, with his back turned to the king.

‘What a petty brat. Aren’t you going to kick that brat out?’

Not only was he not the type of person to be kicked out, but Encred himself still thought he had a lot to learn. So he was a useful teacher.

“You know who you’re talking about, right?”

When asked again, Christ nodded with a frown.

“yes.”

“And you still want to ask for gold?”

“yes.”

When I looked at him with eyes asking why, Christ put his thumb back over his shoulder and said.

“He is the king of the East. Would such a person carelessly kill someone? Above all, he came here with his eyes set on capturing talented people? He is a person who wants to leave a good impression rather than a bad one, so of course he will not act carelessly. Above all, it is the gold of the East. As you may know, the steel of Levis Mountain is from the East, and the gold of Uber Mountain is from the East. Should I miss this opportunity?”

The first thing he said was that there was no need to worry.

I said that first because I could see the worry in Encred’s eyes.

The conclusion that Christ’s blazing eyes spoke of was only one.

Gold.

Will we be blinded by gold and succumb to the immediate threat?

No, Christ wasn’t that stupid.

A knight would not kill someone who makes a reasonable request. The author is the king of the East, so he will not act rashly.

Just the fact that the two of them came here without a large escort shows his easygoing nature, and he even tried to train and teach his captain.

All of this must have been taken into account to understand the personality of the King of the East.

That’s the kind of guy Christ was.

“But Captain.”

The golden light in Christ’s eyes dimmed as he called out to Encrid.

“why?”

Encred answered, wiping the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand after finishing the hundredth slash.

“You’re not going, are you?”

The King of the East did not hide his intentions. However, he was a man full of natural charm, as I could see that he did not seem unpleasant.

He wanted to take everyone, including Encred, to the East.

Actually, Encrid had never received such an offer from the king.

Starting with Rem, Ragna, Dunbaker, Audin, and Teresa also received such offers, but not Encred himself yet.

It would be more accurate to say that he said something similar when he first saw me, but he never made any such suggestions after that.

Is your pride hurt? Are you reluctant to bring up the topic again?

That was not the case. The king was a man who diligently repeated the same words.

He didn’t do this only to Encred. Instead, he sparred with him and gave him simple advice.

What if he asked me to go with him? Encred knew the answer intuitively.

“Don’t go.”

It was a question that was thrown out because the answer was already set.

Christ sighed in relief, but also felt a subtle sense of anxiety.

‘If the commander leaves right now, will the five walls on this border still be maintained?’

Chrys secretly expanded the city area by encouraging the construction of wall extensions for each city given to Encred ‘General’.

After that, he started spreading rumors secretly through passing peddlers.

Of course, it was an attempt to achieve various effects.

By making the five cities recognized as one, the new ruler and lord was clearly recognized by all, and the lords and mayors of each city were encouraged to get involved in securing trade routes.

‘The scale of the moving Crona has changed compared to before.’

All of this was possible because there was a focal point called Encred.

Christ was one of the people who knew best what my captain wanted.

A person who wants to become a knight, and a knight worthy of appearing in a poem of merit.

What he wants is chivalry.

Honor and integrity.

He is a person who moves forward while keeping such things in mind.

‘Then would the East be attractive to him?’

In Christ’s eyes, the King of the East was a man who was so full of charm that it gushed out like a fountain.

Although his attention was solely focused on this unit, there were some who paid attention to him from afar just by observing his attitude.

Among them were mercenaries who had previously been renowned for their work as Border Guards.

Some of the swordsmen who were escorting the nobles also showed interest in the king.

Christ also saw the king’s personal letter that had arrived urgently the day before yesterday.

What was contained in it?

It was a sealed letter that only Encred could see. Christ didn’t bother to ask about the contents of the letter.

If Krang had known the current situation, he would have naturally received a letter promising many things.

Christ left the training ground with his thoughts wandering around, due to his habit of imagining the worst.

* * *

Rem twirled the axe in his palm as he looked at the table he had carved.

The uniquely light axe passed through his fingers and drew a strange trajectory in the air.

“Are you doing it because it’s fun?”

The King of the East approached from the side and asked. The King’s escort followed behind him.

“It’s the process of getting your hands used to the axe.”

It was the same reason for turning an axe or building a table.

Even though the monster was over a hundred years old, Rem answered without even turning her head.

It didn’t matter to him whether his opponent was the King of the East or not. That was just how Rem was.

“You are a person without greed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because it looks like that.”

“I’m greedy.”

Rem was honest.

The King of the East shook his head in reply.

“Then why don’t you follow me?”

If you need gold, get gold.

If you need a beauty, go get her.

If you need an opponent, find a worthy opponent.

But Rem wanted nothing more than that, as far as the King of the East was concerned.

“Would you like to go hunting together?”

The king said to Rem, but it was a suggestion whose intention was difficult to guess.

“Well, let’s do that.”

Rem nodded without thinking much of it.

His body was already aching. While Encred was wasting his time sparring with the crazy old man in front of him, he was also reviewing some of his techniques.

It was based on a small realization.

Rem used the few tools he obtained from killing the madman of the Firelord to cast spells on others.

‘I originally thought that my body would be burdened and I would receive a great curse.’

That didn’t happen. Only a small portion of the expected damage showed up as a side effect. It wasn’t something that happened just because of the difference in the bowl.

‘My body has changed?’

Going west was going, and it was only natural to check what you had.

To confirm this, he had chopped down a chair or table with an axe, and now it was time to swing the axe around to have a good time when he encountered a monster or an evil spirit.

Until now, I had been controlling my delicate senses, but now I felt the need to express what I had.

“Okay, let’s go!”

At the king’s cheerful shout, Dunbakel, who had been watching from one side, raised her head. She saw the mad axe-man who had joined forces with the king.

‘Will that kid follow?’

I guess that might be the case, seeing as he was hanging out with the King of the East.

Then, the person who would beat you up in the future will disappear.

‘And it will be difficult to develop that much skill.’

Although he didn’t welcome Rem’s bullying, he had to admit one thing: the more he bullied him, the more skilled he became.

Dunbakel’s gaze turned to Encred. Encred was as usual, not worried at all.

* * *

The hunting of an ordinary nobleman and the hunting of an eastern king could not be the same.

Above all, isn’t your hunting partner Rem?

Neither of them had any intention of catching a deer that was running wild.

“Have you been to the Pen-Hanil Mountains behind here?”

“When I used to work on this continent, it was my playground.”

“You must be so good at that.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The two chatted. Asaluhi thought that the king was very fond of the man.

Conversely, the man named Rem also did not push the king away.

They seemed like old friends, as they chatted and joked around.

The three headed into the Pen-Hanil Mountains.

At the entrance to the mountain range there was an outpost that Christ had purposely built.

It’s like a small city, three times larger than the other outposts.

It was a measure taken solely to block the demons and beasts coming down from the mountains.

In the first place, there was the problem that in order to secure a safe route on this side, things coming from the Pen-Hanil Mountains had to be dealt with as they came.

If left alone, things like gray ghouls, bloodsucking flies, and the five troll brothers that Encred and his men had previously wiped out would appear.

However, there were also problems that arose from setting up the outpost.

Rem roughly looked at the shape of the mountain range and thought that if they prevented the monsters from appearing in this way, problems would arise later.

The interior of the mountain range was a terrain with many places to hide and gather together to survive.

If you do this, the guys who come out will see the outpost and be on guard, and when they gather together, they will naturally turn into a colony.

The number of monsters that would come rushing out later could easily exceed hundreds.

“Look at this. Just setting up a checkpoint isn’t going to solve anything. If we continue like this, a large-scale massacre will occur.”

The King of the East also noticed that.

He was definitely not a slacker, nor was he only good at fighting.

He was as good at reading terrain and assessing situations as Rem.

“What are you looking at? Didn’t I tell you that this place used to be my playground?”

Half of what I said was bluff.

Rem knew it too. Although not as much as the East, the Pen-Hanil Mountains also held many secrets that had yet to be revealed.

Isn’t this the first place that the swindlers among the ruins explorers aim for?

A place like that couldn’t be a playground.

but.

“Oh, you’re doing something.”

It was a talent worth recognizing.

“of course.”

He is a very easygoing person, even though he is a king. Rem liked that about him.

The two soon entered the mountain range.

Since the movement of monsters is controlled by the outpost, the monsters inside become more alert, making it easier to form a colony?

It wasn’t that Christ didn’t know that and just left it alone.

This was because they decided that it would be better to let the madmen sweep them away and that securing a safe area was the priority.

Monsters and evil spirits may appear at any time, but you won’t get hurt!

Saying this and that.

There are no monsters or beasts to be seen, but there are soldiers who are always on guard just in case something happens!

Saying this will have a completely different effect on those who pass through here.

Passing through the Pen-Hanil Mountains would create a shortcut faster than any other trade route.

Anyway, for this reason, the King and Rem could see a horde of monsters as soon as they entered.

It was a nest with over thirty trolls.

It was a place where the entrance was covered with a tangled web of tree trunks and leaves.

It smelled like some kind of poor witchcraft.

Sometimes, some monsters are born with magical powers, spells, or abilities.

There seemed to be someone like that in this group of trolls too.

“think.”

“Here it is.”

The two spoke and looked at each other.

It seemed like the killing was going well.

Wow.

The troll smelled a human and poked its head out.

“Hello?”

Rem immediately ran towards him with his horse and swung his axe.

It was an axe that was struck vertically. The blade split the troll’s head as if cutting soft flesh.

The troll swung its left hand wildly as its head split vertically.

Rem cut off the wrist with the axe in his other hand.

Another troll poked its head in right next to it. A humped, dark green monster, its mouth wide open, showing off its size far beyond that of a human.

Sharp, crooked teeth were revealed.

King Anu saw this and said:

“It’s going to be a fun hunt.”

Thirty trolls were a force that even a knight could not ignore, and among them were monsters that used magic, so they could have been a threat, but not to these two.

The king took out his weapon. It was a long spear carried by his adjutant, Asaluhi, not by Zambia.

The king caught the spear thrown by his adjutant, released the cloth covering the spear, and assumed a stance.

As the cloth covering the window blew away with the wind, Asaluhi reached out and snatched it.

I had no intention of making any moves to play a joke on the king.

There was something I wanted to show the western warrior right next to me.

Something more powerful than the force shown by my friend Encred.

The King of the East had some sincerity.

It was a sad story for the trolls.