Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 504

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Ragnar came wandering without washing or eating, but Encrid was unable to defeat him even after using everything he had.

The dull, lazy bum’s sword was heavier and more nimble than before.

Seeing that large sword swinging around like a sword, I couldn’t even think of taking it.

Still, Encred blocked and parried Ragnar’s sword nine times.

In the meantime, he also threw a stabbing blow called the Knight’s Strike.

Ragnar avoided it by just twisting his body.

From the series of actions Ragnar showed, Encred remembered one of the conditions for a knight that Luagarne had mentioned.

‘hour.’

Didn’t you say we have different times?

In the time it took for him to swing his sword once, Ragna was able to twist his body and extend his sword.

These movements and timing were possible because his reflexes, motor skills, and muscle strength were clearly beyond his limits.

It’s not like it lacks technical aspects either. It’s a real article that can’t be compared to chimera articles.

How can a knight kill a thousand people? The answer was here.

“If a soldier can stab ten times in the time it takes for a spear to be stabbed once, then it is possible.”

Luagarne said so, and Encred felt once again what she had felt many times before.

In fact, it was amazing just to realize this. It was thanks to the ability to see an inch ahead, which is called future vision.

However, that does not mean that Encred is satisfied and content with his current level.

The flame of desire and the urge to go further burned brightly in Encred’s blue eyes.

Ragnado was happy to see those crazy eyes after such a long time. Even though he hadn’t eaten properly for several days and barely slept.

“barely?”

So I paid back what I had done to Encred earlier. I looked down at the fallen Encred and said just one word. Encred didn’t get angry, but just smiled.

Why does it seem like my unit members’ wit increases proportionally with their skills?

“Are you going to pick on me? Of course I should go first, right? Huh? Huh? Aaaah?”

There was an incident where Rem went crazy because Encred fought Ragna first.

Encred stepped forward to block the axe from being thrown, and this is what happened.

However, he did not interfere or suddenly hit me in the back of the head.

Rem’s pride wouldn’t allow something like that.

Ragnar looked at the captain who had returned blankly. He realized that Encred had overcome a certain wall and reached a certain level in just one sparring session.

In Ragnar, there were no standards for knights, squires, or sub-knights.

Why? There is no reason. I just didn’t care.

In reality, his genius prevented him from setting such standards.

Setting a standard means being confined to a certain framework.

When you are stuck in a mold, you end up fighting according to it without even realizing it. But in a fight, in a battle, you never know what will happen.

If you let your guard down, your heart will be pierced by an awl held by a child in your arms.

Of course, if it were Ragnar himself, he would have no problem with the child in his arms turning into an assassin, wielding an awl, and stabbing him in the heart.

Because the moment you feel the awl touching your skin, you will react.

If you become a knight, that kind of thing is possible.

But it seemed like Encred could do something similar.

Wouldn’t you rather avoid things that scratch your skin a little? Compared to before, it was an unbelievable improvement.

However, in some areas it seemed to be lacking.

Things like reaction speed, the speed at which you can see and judge things, and limits to your motor skills.

That’s because he can’t handle Will properly. Ragnar instinctively knew that. But even so, he had nothing else to say.

I was afraid that helping might actually create a mold and confine him, so I just watched and didn’t offer advice.

Saxon, who was watching, was also surprised.

The captain’s spirit was particularly outstanding when facing Ragnar.

‘It was coercion.’

So, it was a natural sense of intimidation that came from the level of a knight. The bastard Gilchi naturally suppressed the captain’s heart and will by radiating momentum, but instead of struggling to shake it off, he built up his momentum and easily struck it down.

It wasn’t that I got out by using a will of rejection, but rather I just let it go naturally.

I feel once again that the leader of the past is no longer there.

“this guy!”

Rem eventually couldn’t hold it in any longer and attacked Ragna, who hadn’t even been able to rest properly.

The fight between the two was intense, but also bland. It was like a fight on parallel lines.

At one point, Encred saw two swords and an axe colliding at a speed that surpassed his body’s vision.

Sparks began to fly from the sword and axe, and heat began to emanate from them.

But the two of them weren’t sincere.

In the meantime, a few drops of rain began to fall, and soon it started to pour down.

“I let you off. You lazy bastard.”

“Where did you learn how to struggle so bravely?”

The two continued to growl, but their hands stopped. It was pouring rain in the yard.

“Let’s wash.”

Encred spoke, and somehow even Chris joined in, so they all went into the bathhouse together.

This place was just as it used to be. The hot water was so steamy that it was hard to see in front of you, and even the cheerfulness of the middle-aged woman in charge of the bathhouse.

“Come in!”

Even her greetings were like a knight swinging his sword. She approached coolly and boldly, and pointed to the bathtub for those covered in mud.

“Let’s all get naked and go in! Let’s have a nice time after a long time.”

They say that, but they probably don’t have much interest in looking at men’s bodies.

Encred, Rem, Ragnar, Saxon, Audin, and even Chrys all took off their clothes. Luagarne and Teresa got out on their own.

I thought they were all the same, but there were some differences. The most representative one was the large stone bathtub. They brought in a large, flat stone, hollowed out the inside, and cleaned it so that everyone could soak together.

I don’t know for sure, but they must have needed a skilled stonemason.

“It’s a gift from Lord Graham.”

After Christ gave a further explanation, everyone went into the bath. The bath, which had been heated to a suitable temperature, made their bodies feel tired.

Bathing culture spread from the empire to the entire continent, including Naurilia.

It was a culture that did not exist in the West, but Rem liked it quite a bit. It was enough to calm his anxious mind.

“I took care of that little brat.”

“Before you go to bed tonight, say a prayer to some god and thank him or her. You were lucky to survive.”

“Haha, brothers. Don’t fight. God is always watching you two.”

“You little punks.”

As each person from Rem to Saxony took turns speaking, the temperature in the bath seemed to rise further.

Encred knew that they weren’t all serious. They were half joking. And that was their way of expressing their joy.

Encrid decided to think so.

Still, they were getting along considerably better than when I first saw them. When I first saw them, I thought they would go beyond glaring at each other and a corpse would come out at any moment.

Rem had a rather satisfied look on her face.

Was it because he was trying to avoid being squeezed? Maybe so. Or maybe he just liked the temperature of the bath.

“By the way, where did Sister Suin go?”

Audin asked. Encrid looked at Audin across from him and thought that he was asking very quickly.

“I heard you went to the East.”

“okay.”

That was the end of it. I thought Dunbakel must have had some kind of intention behind his actions, and moved on.

How to respect someone’s judgment.

This was an attitude they originally did not have, but not anymore.

Encred always treated them like that and accepted it, so they knew that they had grown since before.

Apart from his talent for swordsmanship, Encred was a man of a different caliber.

There was a lot to see and learn.

They all thought so, but they never said it out loud.

“You even gave gifts to Captain Shinar and Esther. What about us?”

Christ asked, his body submerged up to his neck.

It wasn’t a gift, but I had something to give.

“I put it in my backpack at the barracks, but I forgot.”

If everyone had been gathered when he arrived, he would have given it to them naturally, but they were all absent.

Encred didn’t know, but that was actually natural. A group without a center is bound to scatter. So Encred was like a string of beads.

Since there was no thread, the beads fell and spread out on their own.

Only Christ felt the atmosphere.

‘But I guess it’s better than fighting like crazy like we used to.’

Even though they were scattered, the beads still remained, wandering around nearby, each with their own will.

Christ remembered the celestial bodies he had seen in books and learned about from astronomers long ago.

In fact, didn’t they say that the world is centered around the sun, not the earth?

I didn’t understand eight out of ten things he said, but I remembered one.

‘A star that revolves around the sun.’

In some areas, they are persecuted as having the wrong theories, but that is how they appear to be now in Christ’s eyes.

Like the sun and the stars.

After fighting, washing up, and returning to the dorm, Ragna also had a packed lunch of bread filled with ham and vegetables.

It’s a special sandwich that’s been selling like hotcakes in the city these days. It has thinly sliced ​​yellow pumpkin inside, and it’s made at Vanessa’s Pumpkin Soup Inn.

Vanessa definitely had a talent for cooking and business.

When I think of cooking, the first thing that comes to mind is the western cuisine. I thought that if he and Barnes were together, they would be helpful to each other.

With a thoughtful mind, Encred took out items one by one from his backpack.

“I picked it up here.”

The first is the Carmen Collection. It was a dagger in a jewel-encrusted scabbard that the previous owner had kept, to his taste.

As I threw it, Saxon grabbed the handle.

Sling.

As soon as he received it, Saxon took the dagger blade out of its scabbard. There was a sound, but the blade was not visible. It was transparent. For a rare moment, Saxon’s eyes widened.

“Carmen Collection?”

He touched the transparent blade with his fingertips while muttering to himself. The touch was clear. No, it wasn’t visible, but the shape of the blade itself was caught by the senses.

“Were there any treasures scattered along the way? You picked them up?”

Christ asks, blinking his big eyes.

“That’s not wrong.”

Luagarne nodded from the side and added a little explanation. When Chrys heard about it, he heard that a deserter was holding it and that he had taken it away.

Didn’t you say that was a very precious sword? Was it just luck? Maybe it was something like that. Christ couldn’t continue his thoughts.

“I think this is yours.”

How nice it felt, Saxon threw me a jeweled scabbard.

Christ received the scabbard and quickly finished his feelings.

‘Not top-notch, but not bad.’

The individual gems aren’t all that valuable, but they’re better than the broken relics you get from raiding a sloppy dungeon. They’ll also be more profitable.

Since it was additional income, it was not bad, of course.

“I will use it well.”

Saxon seemed to be in a really good mood. He added his words and even bowed his head to Encred. But that wasn’t the end of it.

“There have been several assassination attempts. Several on the lord, several on Wangnuni.”

Christ blinked his large eyes at Saxon’s casual remark.

“When? I didn’t know?”

There was no way. While Encred was away, Saxon kicked out the disobedient ones and used his fists, daggers, and threats to persuade the remaining ones, changing Geor’s dagger to suit his taste.

It’s not like it’s completely changed, but it’s enough to settle down in one city.

In this way, useful people under Saxon’s command made their nests all over the city, and they were a filter to catch any masters of the assassination technique who entered the city.

Of course, there may have been some who fooled their eyes or got away with luck, but they were not like those who had come so far. In Saxon’s eyes, they were just a bunch of idiots.

Those who work hard and get paid a few gold coins.

Christ blinked a few times before quickly coming to a conclusion.

If you think about it, there’s probably no better target to aim for than yourself and Graham.

Any guys worth targeting? There are plenty.

Those who are driven by envy and jealousy.

Those Azpen guys who want the Border Guard to collapse.

A noble bastard who picks a fight, etc.

“Ha, that’s really too much.”

Christ spoke rudely. If this continues, if the food gets poisoned, it will disappear in an instant.

Of course, I carried a long silver needle around with me because I thought that might be the case, and I mainly used silver utensils.

Since ancient times, silver has been considered the best mineral for detecting poison.

In fact, the only thing worth giving as a gift was the Invisible Blade.

Next, Encrid took out the tainted relic, and Audin recognized it at a glance.

“You ungodly man, ask for your sin. Father, do not forgive.”

Audyn, who had been muttering to himself, spoke loudly, then strode forward and stretched out his hand toward the holy relic.

Hmm? Encred was thinking of asking a priest to handle this. It wasn’t something he would give out right away.

“This is something that must be touched in the name of God. Please give it to me.”

Audyn showed his large palm.

Well, since he was saying that, it seemed like he knew what to do, so Encrid passed the glass without saying anything. It was something with a peculiar smell, but no one here was bothered by it.

Christ added only one word.

“Jin?”

“That’s right, big-eyed brother.”

Audyn spoke and put the cup into his small pouch and hung it on his waist.

The Demonic Cult once stole the sacred relics of the gods without discrimination. They threw away their lives like straw and ended up stealing several sacred relics.

And the stolen relics caused accidents everywhere.

In some regions, the undead would rise endlessly, eventually summoning the Knights Templar.

What Audin had in his arms just now was also that kind of object.

Purifying the holy relics meant a lot to him.

So, if Saxon got what he wanted, Audin felt like he got back something precious that he had forgotten.

As Audin prayed on one side, Teresa joined him.

Now that Teresa had surrendered to the god of war, she knew just as well as Audyn that this was an important item.

What could be more important than restoring something that contains the will and power of God to its original state?

As the two left, a rustling sound was heard outside the barracks.

It was a pair of eyes. Encred took out the lucky fish he had brought here without really thinking of it as a gift.

He threw it at the one with the open door, who stuck his head out, and the one with the open door stuck his head out, caught it with his mouth, and chewed it.

After chewing it a few times, he stared at Encred and nodded. He seemed to like it.

I think the backpack is almost empty now.

Encred thought and shook his hands, while Ragnar, who had finished two sandwiches in the meantime, asked.

“Is it over?”