Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 488

488 Whether the eldest sorcerer awoke or not, Encrid did what he had to do.

The tasks started with the isolation technique of tightening and oiling the muscles, and then having Luagarne beat his body with a blunt club.

Boom!

Even though I was hit with moderate force, I couldn’t breathe. This was just right.

It’s right, it hurts, if it doesn’t hurt, it hasn’t become hard.

Because it was hit so many times, it seemed like a will of rejection was triggered in the part that was hit.

It wasn’t certain yet. I thought I would know if I kept repeating it in the future.

That’s why I’m practicing my striking technique.

“Do you have any hobbies that suit you?”

The twins came and asked.

“I’m practicing how to hit from the side.”

When Encred answered half-jokingly, the twins simultaneously furrowed their brows.

Is that really helpful training?

It was bound to be a concern.

“If anyone follows this, they will get sick.”

Luagarne calmly appeased the two.

“Then what will you do, Honorable Warrior?”

This time it was another western warrior. A man with three dark scars that started from his forehead, ran across his left eye, and down his cheek.

You said you were tricked by the monster Kabicat when you were young.

From then on, Iza’s name became Three Claws.

“I started with something like cotton balls and gradually changed to something firmer.”

Encred answered, straightening his back.

This wasn’t really a secret.

Even when Audin told me, he didn’t say anything about a vision or anything. And this couldn’t have been a vision.

They said it was a cotton ball, but it wasn’t really a cotton ball.

You can’t call it fluff when Audin hits you with his fist.

Now that I think about it, it was really ignorant.

If I were to do it again? Of course I would, because I gained something from it. But if I were to ask if I would do it again?

It was a training method that even Encred would have trouble with.

It hurt so badly, and I had no idea what I could gain from it.

It was Audin who urged him on from the side.

After I felt the effects, I felt okay.

“But I think it’ll still hurt.”

The twins started saying something silly and then said something even more silly.

Geomna-rae was the father of the two.

There was a story that Encred saved Geomnaerae.

“thank you.”

At first glance, the two of them looked like they could kill a cow with their bare hands, but they looked innocent all over again.

Encrid didn’t know it, but the twins were truly grateful.

In fact, all Westerners were like that.

If Rem hadn’t come back, if Encred hadn’t existed, if Prock and Suin hadn’t come together.

If the worst had been assumed, Geomna-rae would have burned her own life and used witchcraft.

Then, I could have fought like a warrior for a little while, but then I would have dried up and died like a mummy in no time.

That was the price for going against the natural order.

It was also said that if you just die, you die, and that if you die like that, your karma will follow you into the afterlife, along with terrible pain.

I’m grateful that he didn’t make my father like that, and I’m grateful that he saved the West.

“okay.”

Encrid still passed it off as nothing serious. He had nothing to say.

Well, now that I’ve saved your lives, should I expect you to pay a price in return?

That’s not what I was hoping for.

It was Encred himself who received it first.

After finishing the isolation technique in the morning, I practiced swordsmanship, hung out with Luagarne, and occasionally sparred with Dunbakel.

In the meantime, I also had a fight with Geomna-rae.

He was not bad at all. He fought with an axe in one hand and a spear in the other, and he was skilled at both.

“Who do you think taught Rem?”

“They said you learned it on your own.”

“쌍놈의 새끼.”

“I acknowledge and agree with that point.”

Instead of sparring, they briefly strengthened their friendship by discussing common topics.

It was also fun to curse at Rem. Geumna-rae was basically a cheerful man. Westerners were usually like that.

The fight was over, and I saw all the honorable warriors and all, bowing their foreheads to the ground.

There were many who expressed their gratitude, including the twins.

There were also several women who said they would marry me if I just asked.

Luagarne shook her head as she looked at them.

“Arthur.”

When they told me that there was a black-haired beauty and a fairy at the place I was going to return to, I gave up on them all.

Although Ziva still showed unyielding will, it didn’t mean much.

Rem hasn’t been seen since I heard the eldest sorcerer had awakened.

Encred had nothing better to do, so he started training, but there were a lot of Westerners gathered around him.

We each trained our bodies, so we watched the training and sparred.

“it!”

“Tea!”

“Yoit!”

Among them, there were children playing fighting game holding two wooden sticks.

Next to them, the girls were gathered on one side and quietly playing a game that seemed like housework.

“Honey, where have you been and why are you back now?”

A girl is hitting a gray-haired boy’s back with her palm. I wondered if that could be called child’s play, but if you look at the content, it was.

It was like the story of Rem and Ayul.

That would probably remain a legend passed down by word of mouth.

The story of a husband who returned home after running away in the middle of the night, survived, and is now flirting with his wife again.

‘The title is okay.’

I thought it might be okay to make a story like this.

If being a bard was his dream, he would have fulfilled his calling as a storyteller, but that was not the case, so Encred swung his sword.

Then it paused for a moment.

I was having random thoughts.

Encred left the tip of the Aker stuck in the floor, letting the fragments of thoughts that came to mind arise.

‘What was that hallucination back then?’

It was when I was fighting the apostles.

“You’re just going to cut down a liquefied opponent? You’re so ignorant.”

I’ve heard that. When you’re on the battlefield, you often hear auditory hallucinations or see illusions.

In the midst of a fierce fight, I once saw a guy fighting next to me yell for his mother and run out, only to get impaled on an enemy spear and die.

Fear and terror would have made you see the illusion and push your back.

Dunbakel also showed a similar appearance when fighting in the Gray Forest Magical Realm. He was consumed by fear and ran away.

So, is that a hallucination? That’s it?

‘no.’

Encred has never seen or heard visions. He has never been mentally damaged or messed up.

The solid wall of the mind based on will has never been broken down. Therefore, unless it was a spell, there was no need to be tempted by illusions.

So what are those hallucinations?

I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him since.

Then what should I do?

I ignored it. I decided to do so.

Instead, I thought about the things I had taken with me after the fight.

These are the things that the apostle planted in the ground, and that came out of the bastard’s body.

Among them, there was one peculiar object.

It was a silver cup. The outside had a tree root shape engraved in relief. It was so elaborate that it seemed as if there should be a tree on top of the cup.

But there was no tree, and instead the inside of the glass was dyed purple.

It was the same color as the giant’s blood.

“It smells bad.”

As Dunbakel had said, there was a musty smell. It was a somewhat unpleasant smell, but it was also a smell that lingered in my mind.

“Can I take it one more time?”

How many times had Dunbakel said that?

Anyone could tell that there was something fishy about either the Dunbakel or the Root-Etched Silver Cup, or both, when they suddenly wanted to sniff after being dazed and dozed off all day.

“Are you crazy?”

Encred tried to persuade him with kind words. While he was at it, he also used his hands and feet.

He kicked her shin with his left foot and hit her forehead with his right palm.

A variation of the Valencian mercenary sword, extended with both hands at the same time.

Dunbakel dodged the foot, but not the hand, and was hit in the forehead, falling back with a groan. Even he thought about it, and it must have seemed a bit odd.

“That’s weird. I can’t stop thinking about the smell, and I feel like I have to smell it again. I want to run away with it.”

“Hold on.”

“Uh, yeah.”

Encred convinced Dunbakel by not using any other tools other than his good fists, and she was persuaded more easily than expected.

The silver cup engraved with tree roots came from the apostle’s bosom.

Since it was a social object, it seemed to have a certain nobility on the outside.

In other words, even if you were beaten to death, it wasn’t something from the devil’s realm.

“It would be better to meet a proper priest and deal with it. It’s not about witchcraft. It would be better to take it with you.”

Rem said the same thing. Naturally, Encred ended up taking care of it.

It wasn’t because Dunbakel lacked self-control.

“Sometimes there are things that captivate people just by their presence. This seems to be that kind of thing.”

Luagarne, who had been watching the social gathering and then calmed down again, said this.

‘A polluted relic, is that it?’

If I go back to the continent and leave it in any temple, won’t they take care of it?

Or maybe I should seek out a noble priest.

A noble priest, that wouldn’t be an easy task to find.

Because they are not as common as a conscientious thief, a kind-hearted bandit, or a king who thinks of his people first.

Instead, what if you’re a priest who uses divine power? You should be able to find something like that.

‘Audin might know someone.’

He’s a guy who just prays every day. He seems to avoid priests whenever they come to the city, but he might know someone.

Then it would be better to ask Audin later.

There were also several things that appeared to be magical tools, and I stuffed them all into my backpack.

It seemed like we had more luggage than when we left, but that wasn’t an illusion.

There are also items received from the city of Oara.

There was also some loot taken from the fighting in the West.

Should I call it loot? It seemed like they only took things that were difficult to handle.

There is also a Carmen collection with transparent blades that will be passed on to Saxony.

‘If I keep filling up my gas tank for a year like this, I might need a cart instead of a backpack.’

This wasn’t an empty promise.

“Long journeys require luck.”

Ziva’s mother, along with several other women, gave her bracelets made of leather, cloth, and hair.

It was a bracelet for good luck and a magical tool to ward off insects.

It is said that if you put good intentions into it and weave it together, it will be successful as a magic tool, and that is what happened.

Everyone who made it worked together to transform it into a magical tool.

Good luck to the stranger and honorable warrior.

Encred’s forearm had a colorful bracelet made of strings. It was large enough to be worn on the upper arm, above the elbow.

In addition, I received some dried fish that looked strange, and the flesh was hard, so I wondered how they dried it.

The tail was crispy and the eyes were removed from the head, so it looked like something you could hold and swing around.

As I was looking at it, wondering if it was a substitute for a blunt object, the friend who gave me the dried fish said,

“It’s dried fish caught in a large lake. Doesn’t it look amazing? If you do it like this, it’ll be easier to carry around.”

As he spoke, he cut off the head and tail and put them into a dry cloth pouch. Then he opened the flesh left and right and pulled out the dry thorns with his fingers.

Looking at the body opened with simple care, I could roughly guess the cooking method. The head, tail, and internal organs were removed, and only the flesh was dried.

It doesn’t seem to be smoked.

‘The wind is blowing nicely.’

It was a method called ‘punggeon’.

If it had been by the sea, it would have been salted and dried in the sea breeze, but it seems that they have developed their own method here.

Should I say it’s a form that dries with sandstorms? I don’t know the details and I’m not curious.

“You can just tear it like this.”

The man showed me how to do it himself.

It was dried food that was carried around in a pocket with only the flesh torn off.

“It tastes delicious when you boil it in water.”

Even though it was dried fish, it had almost no smell. Even the slight smell was far from fishy.

“Doesn’t it smell good? Sprinkle some herb powder on the outside. It’ll make your mouth water.”

The man I was talking to said, wiping his nose.

Encrid just listened.

Anyway, since they gave it to me, I took a bite. When I chewed it, it had a unique taste. It was a food that was soaked in saliva.

It was hard, but when I chewed it, it was chewable. I’ve eaten it cut off, but this was the first time I’ve eaten it raw.

The first texture was a bit strange. The more I chewed, the softer it became, but eventually it just melted away into a soft chew.

The more I chewed it, the more delicious it became.

I heard that it is a precious food that not just anyone can carry around.

Dried fish that you boil in water and eat as a stew can be prepared roughly, but if you want to carry it around like this, you need to take care of it in various ways to prevent it from rotting.

It was amazing that there was food that could be carried around for a year or two.

It was similar to the pemmican commonly eaten on the continent, but it was lighter and easier to eat.

Pemmican has a bad smell when you eat it, and it tastes bad too.

It was said that on the battlefield, the combination of black bread and pemmican mixed with sand was more threatening than the enemy.

There’s some old pemmican there? I’d eat it if it felt like it was going to burst right away, but even Encrid felt his tongue getting rough.

Of course, if there was not enough food, eating quietly was the proper attitude for a soldier living on the battlefield.

“How is it? Haha.”

The friend who handed me the food smiled brightly.

It was said to be a food eaten by hunters active in this area because it was highly nutritious and portable.

It was an interesting story that there was something more to the food than tradition.

The friend who gave it to me also told a pretty interesting story.