Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 471

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The first thing I noticed was three girls and a boy playing with a rope made of twisted tree bark.

Three girls were playing together when a boy appeared to be the troublemaker.

The boy tripped the girl’s foot with his own and ran away.

“don’t do it!”

The corners of the girl’s eyes shot up.

She seemed really angry. It was a similar expression to when Ayul swung her axe at Rem.

The boy was kicking his feet in a hurry.

He leaped through the gap between the large tents. He had nimble feet. He had the look of someone who had been running since he was little.

Because he was thin, he also seemed faster.

“A kid who wouldn’t even ask for a bell.”

The child holding the rope in his hand opened his eyes wide. Most adults had some kind of pattern drawn on their faces, but the children were clean.

Thanks to that, my skin also looked clearer.

Because you’re young, your skin might be clearer.

The copper-colored eyes glowed ferociously above the moderately tanned skin.

It’s because I was interrupted while I was having fun.

If I got it wrong, it didn’t seem like it would end with just scratching one place.

In Encred’s view, the boy did that because he wanted to hang out with others.

Like most kids that age, I was just trying to get attention with some mischievous pranks.

Four leatherworking men looked at it and laughed.

“And then it breaks somewhere.”

“Don’t run away, face me, you punk. You might as well take the hit.”

“If you get caught, you get hit more.”

It was a teasing tone.

It was a funny, but somewhat dull laugh. That’s what it felt like to Encred.

The boy answered, his head sticking out from between two large tents.

“As long as you don’t get caught, it’s fine.”

The adults teased the child, saying that he couldn’t just run away his whole life.

The child pretended not to hear.

As I was watching that, I heard Jim’s crying sound behind me.

Naturally, Encrid sensed it approaching early on.

“Okay.”

A child approached on a Velopter. Encred turned around.

Encred’s eyes met those of the child riding the young Velopter, whose scales had not fully developed and who was soft and short. They were at similar eye level.

“Do not block the path of the warrior.”

The child said. Encrid obediently stepped aside.

A large ox, about the same size as a child’s eye level, passed by pulling a cart.

“Hey, let’s avoid this.”

The child avoided the bull by tapping the bellopter near the neck.

The Bellopter stepped aside.

It was a fully grown cow. It was a cow so big that it would crush a human if it were to attack it, but with its gentle, bright eyes, it didn’t seem like it would get angry.

The man leading the cow also stopped for a moment to make way for the child.

Besides these, many other people caught my eye.

A woman carrying a woven wooden basket on her back, carrying medicinal herbs and such.

A man drying grass.

An old man making something by scraping a long pole with a work knife.

The one-armed man, with one sleeve missing, was busy holding the leather with his feet and carefully sewing.

“It’s nice.”

Encred looked around for a moment and said.

There was a somewhat gloomy atmosphere, but overall it was a lively place.

“I told you it was a nice place.”

Rem answered from the side.

Yes, that’s what I said.

It’s not rich, but it’s peaceful.

It looked that way to Encred’s eyes too. It was a pastoral scene. A simple and warm scent that gave off a hint of sentiment.

Meeeeeee.

The sheep is crying.

Ummmm.

The cow cries.

There were a few horses, but they all had short legs and thick bodies. They were a breed specialized for carrying loads rather than running fast.

Is it because there is no need for horse riding that only pack horses survive?

It’s not that there aren’t wild horses in the West, but they don’t necessarily tame them and ride them.

There were lots of tents, but there were also empty lots here and there. This was one of those empty lots.

A dozen or so Velopters rested on their short forelegs, their heads buried in the pits and ate.

That was the vehicle of the Westerners.

A single vertically slit eye looked at Encrid with curiosity.

The creature moved its scales, making a creaking sound.

They are cold-blooded animals, so they die when the temperature drops. This is why you can only see Velopters here.

The West, being a land where you can’t see snow, was generally warm. No, it was hot.

It was still a day when sweat was dripping down my body. But it was also a day when the sweat would cool down if I stood in the shade and felt the wind.

It was not that there were no people walking around with gloomy faces.

A friend with no arms was wiping sweat and laughing bashfully when a woman who had just passed by said the same thing.

He had gray eyes and short gray hair, similar hair and eye color to Rem.

The woman was walking with a very serious expression on her face, carrying a basket of grass.

There were three children in the path of the woman. She had unintentionally blocked the path.

“Come out.”

The woman spoke quietly and walked away, looking straight ahead, her gaze cast into the distance.

It also seemed a bit crazy.

I could see gray smoke rising in the direction she was going.

As the woman passed by, the three children looked around for a moment, then smiled and returned to their play.

There seemed to be some kind of rule to the way the rope was stretched out and people had to jump over each other.

He looked very focused and seemed to be having fun.

There were a lot of people occupied with tents, people, and various other things.

Looking around, most of them looked similar.

The ripped muscles he had from moderate hard work and a restricted diet made him look that way.

There were many shortcomings. Tents with holes, supplies, things that could be seen just by looking around. There were some people with worried faces, but most of them seemed to be seeking happiness in their own way.

“Isn’t that amazing?”

Rem said.

Encrid sat silently lost in thought.

Oara came to mind for no reason.

She wanted smiling children to run and play in her city of Oara.

This is what it was like here now.

Those who are lacking but satisfied.

Looking at this, I can see why Rem said they weren’t fun.

‘Because I’m enjoying life now.’

They were satisfied with the present.

It seemed like that was the tendency.

A group of people, clearly foreigners, are standing blankly on one side of the empty lot, but no one seems particularly interested.

Only a few people passing by took a quick look back.

Some children were busy watching from afar, perhaps because they were curious about seeing the frog.

“It’s a frog.”

“He is a frog man.”

It was definitely the first time I had ever seen a frog.

Fortunately, the Proks don’t think of themselves as frogs and don’t get angry at such remarks. In general, the Proks are the type of people who don’t cause much trouble as long as it’s related to their purpose or as long as the word heart isn’t mentioned.

Anyway, these things combined created a strange atmosphere.

It is a life of settling rather than a life of moving forward.

Should I say, to be exact, that it is a tendency to just let things flow?

Encred felt that way throughout the entire mobile city made of tents.

That doesn’t mean I felt bad about it.

Rem warned that it might be unpleasant, but you can’t force your values ​​or attitude towards life on others.

I thought that just as we respect someone’s dream, their attitudes should also be respected.

Isn’t that what life is like?

Everyone is similar and yet different, and different and yet similar.

There was no reason not to acknowledge the differences that arose from differences in continents, ethnicities, and traditions.

Moreover, it is not likely that there are only people like this.

Can’t you tell just by looking at REM?

There probably wasn’t a single person who wasn’t enterprising.

“What? Who’s here?”

There were also people who pretended to know each other here and there.

Naturally, there were many eyes that recognized Rem.

“What? Is it Rem?”

“Are you the real Rem and not an impersonator?”

“You said Rem died?”

“You said Ayul died? No, did you say you killed him?”

The last thing he said was really impressive. He was a man with gray eyes similar to Rem’s, but much lighter in color.

Rem’s wife, Ayul, nodded in response to those words.

“I will kill you soon.”

It was creepy because it sounded so sincere.

“What are you talking about?”

As Rem spoke, Ayul smiled for the first time. The smile, with only one corner of her mouth raised, was more than eerie; it was ominous.

That triggered everyone’s survival instinct.

“It’s all Rem’s fault.”

Luagarne said. Was she really this cunning?

“That’s right.”

Dunbakel also agreed.

“Rem, apologize.”

Encred also spoke not too late.

No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like the influence of the woman named Ayul was quite significant here. I could have come all the way here and left without getting a single bite of meat.

It looked like he was in a position where he would have to leave if he was told to do so immediately.

I don’t think anyone will really listen to Rem’s opinions.

“… …What do you know about what you are talking about?”

Remdo looked back at the group, as if in amazement, and asked again.

I don’t know. But it’s your fault. Absolutely.

Encred expressed his will with his eyes.

“You’re so handsome.”

Ayul showed some affection. The first impression was a mess because of Rem, but it improved a little.

When I took Ayul’s side, Rem muttered, “It’s all in vain to fight with your life at stake.”

Encred spoke to Rem as the atmosphere became slightly tense.

“Go and apologize. Bow your head every three steps.”

“Just shut your mouth and wait?”

I didn’t say anything more because Rem looked really annoyed.

“I have to go see the chief, so stay here.”

Rem took a breath and said.

It was a much lighter expression than when he had faced the woman named Ayul.

Actually, meeting the chieftain seemed like nothing.

The words he had said about going west came back to him again. He had only been worried about the moment when he would meet his wife.

“Okay.”

Encred answered and Juol came forward and gave them a rough idea of ​​where to rest. It was a tent in a corner.

In the West, where a sedentary culture developed, people sat on wide sheets of cloth instead of chairs. Such wide sheets were also laid out inside tents.

“You can just rest here.”

Encred nodded at Jool’s words.

The bottom was quite soft, stuffed with thick cotton.

Encred put the backpack he had brought aside.

It was a heavy backpack, with a thick cloak, wooden bowls, and other utensils, and other things. When I put the backpack down, my shoulders felt much lighter.

It was so light that I just wanted to move my body.

There were many things I thought about on my way here, and there were also things that seemed tangible if I dealt with the giant.

As I got up, grabbed my sword, and went to the front of the tent, Dunbakel asked me from behind.

“Where are you going?”

“Relax.”

“Ask me later what that smell is. What kind of grass are you burning like this? It’s bothering me.”

This is what a person with a keen sense of smell says.

Encred nodded and asked back.

“Don’t you mind the smell coming from your body?”

“It’s secretly thrilling to take charge of it.”

Encred held back an unconscious move. His right hand was half-raised. His left hand touched the gladius hanging from his sword belt.

In that state, I exercised self-control and stopped. Patience is the will to endure.

Encred’s willpower still shines through.

For a moment, I almost acted like Rem, but it wasn’t entirely Encred’s fault.

Dunbakel’s provocations sometimes caused all reason in a person’s head to evaporate.

What made me even more upset was that it wasn’t intentional.

“Arthur. If you were going to listen to me when I hit you, you would have listened to me a long time ago.”

Luagarne said with a sharp insight.

In some ways, Dunbakel could be said to have the best tenacity, as he never gave in to Rem’s violence.

“know.”

After I answered, Luagarne followed me out.

I stood in front of the tent and swung my sword to collect my thoughts.

Boom, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Once slow, once fast. And then it was repeated.

I had looked around enough, but there was nothing left to see because a large tent blocked the view.

Instead, the eyes that had been secretly watching the group since earlier also disappeared.

The kids too, except for the ones who were too distracted to focus on their work, all of them looked at the group once in a while, but they didn’t seem to pay much attention.

Encred swung his sword a few times and dug into me.

Something I learned from watching Oara today, after repeating it over and over again.

Thinking back and reviewing those things.

Even the experience gained from fighting giants.

“If you keep practicing, your balance will get distorted and your posture will break without you even realizing it. That’s why you shouldn’t neglect your regular training.”

These are the words of a mercenary who was absorbed in training.

This was something that most of the teachers Encred had met at the training institute agreed with.

“Of course. It’s because the training you do on a daily basis comes out unconsciously.”

Luagarne nodded in agreement.

In addition, Ragnar, Rem, Saxon, and Audin also said similar things.

It didn’t help much though.

Ragna usually insulted the word ‘training’ by saying that even if you are bad at it, you should swing it at least three or four times.

Saxon said that if you train in your head, it’s easy to reproduce it with your body, and he turned it around by saying that everyone else is stupid.

Remya said that I should just swing it however I want, and it made me really feel the difference in talent.

Audin did emphasize training. The isolation technique he taught us is based on daily training.

It’s not that he lacks talent. Instead, he just never stops training his body.

As I recalled those training, isolation techniques, I almost felt like retching.

When I first started learning, I used to do it three times a day – morning, noon, and evening – and that reminded me of that time.

‘Is that what you call the three-time technique?’

When I did it three times a day, my body hurt so much I thought I was going to die.

It was difficult to even move a finger.

If someone were to ask Encrid whether he resented Audin, he would shake his head.

Because of that process, those difficult days combined gave me the strength to swing the sword like this even now.

“You came with Rem, right?”

At the sound, Encrid swam out from his state of concentration.

It wasn’t like I was sinking deep into the ocean.

When I train by focusing on one point, there are often times when I get really absorbed in it.

It was a state where my thoughts continued and my body finished what it was doing.

Of course, I felt something approaching.

Since I had no desire to live or speculate, I just left it alone.

Encred’s gaze turned forward.

It was a middle-aged woman. She was holding something like a long stick in her hand. She put it to her mouth, sucked on it, and exhaled smoke. It was a cigarette. The smoke had a pungent smell.

“Who is burning what?”

The olfactory Dunbakel poked his head out of the tent and asked.

Instead of answering, Encred looked at the two Westerners standing behind the woman.

Similar looking with brown hair, they were twins.

“You want to spar? Rem told me to come.”

Pfft, the smoke from the cigarette wafted past my face. It still smelled bitter and spicy.

Encrid sniffed a sweet scent inside.

I don’t know if it actually smells like that, but it felt like it.

A sparring partner has arrived.

So, these are probably the people who are said to be from the West.

At first glance, he didn’t seem like a person with any weak skills.

When I looked at those two, I felt like I could smell that scent.

“But do you really want to spar?”

A middle-aged woman asked.

Encred nodded.

It was a question that didn’t even need an answer.