Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 505

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Encred nodded. It was definitely not prepared as a gift, but somehow he had nothing left to give to Ragnar.

Because Christ thought the jewel scabbard and the top itself that would come later were gifts.

Esther, who was sitting on one side like a painting, was holding one of the objects Encred had given her. It looked like a demon’s tooth.

“I received it.”

She spoke even though no one asked, and just then Sinar came into the barracks.

“Can I consider the dagger you gave me as an engagement gift?”

It was accompanied by a fairy-tale joke.

If you think about it, Ragnar wasn’t particularly upset since Lawford and Peldo didn’t receive anything either.

“Come out, savage. I’ll take your head off.”

I just thought that it was obvious that some savage kid was just messing around in the middle of something.

Whether it was a knight or not, it was bad to feel bad.

Just because you’re good at swordsmanship doesn’t mean you become a wise man or a saint.

“Okay, come on.”

Neither of them really went out. They were just arguing as usual.

“By the way, where have you been?”

Ragnar took his eyes off Rem and spoke in response to Encred’s question, which he had thrown out as a distraction. He answered calmly, as he was truly not upset.

“I just came back to get some fresh air. I saw a lost dog on the way back, so I brought it with me.”

“Who brought whom?”

Rem laughed from the side. Luagarne nodded. Rem was right.

Saxon was silent, and Audin was still praying. Christ only yawned, perhaps tired.

It was peaceful. With the seasonal rain pouring down, Encred brought up the question he had wanted to ask when everyone gathered together.

“If you were to fall into the desert, how would you get out?”

It wasn’t just a question. If you were a knight, what would you do if your physical abilities changed?

Encred got out of the desert, but he got lucky. So, how could he get out if he took the luck factor out of it?

I’ve been wondering since I woke up in the desert. What would they do differently from me?

Ragnar answered Encred’s question first. Finding the way is Ragnar’s specialty.

“You can find your way by looking at the stars in the sky.”

It was the world’s biggest lie, but it wasn’t wrong.

“You’re sick, kid. And you won’t be able to see. The sky is blocked over there.”

Rem added and Encred nodded. Ragnar continued calmly.

“Then I will look for it with my intuition.”

It was crazy talk. Encrid had never had any expectations of Ragnar in the first place. Rem muttered that he was a crazy fool and then said what he thought.

“Pick a direction and keep walking. No matter where you go, there will always be an end.”

This is probably a way to understand the desert. The desert is not a labyrinth like the legendary labyrinth, it is just land. So all you had to do was endure and walk.

Originally, I had planned to go find Encrid if I got stuck. I was planning to go in that direction if the Bird of Wishes showed me the way.

“At my level, I could probably survive for a month without eating or drinking, but there’s really no need to do that. I can just run.”

It was a possible method because he had sorcery. That was what Rem meant. If he summoned the spirit of Velopter with his spirit, he could run for several days.

Next was Audin.

“I will ask God and hear the answer.”

Audyn possessed divinity, and that divinity allowed him to perform miracles that healed the bodies of ordinary people. Miracles were an everyday occurrence for those possessed by divinity.

So, asking God and getting an answer might sound like nonsense to others, but to Audin it was sincere.

If something like that happens, God will give you a revelation.

Encrid heard what Audín had to say and knew that he was completely sincere.

Saxony asked back instead of answering.

“You said you couldn’t figure out the direction. Was it really like that no matter what you did?”

We can’t turn back time. But by reviewing and reflecting, we can avoid repeating the same mistakes.

Encrid asked with that meaning. He also just wanted to get a glimpse into their thoughts.

That was the part that Saxon pointed out.

Was that really the best option?

Saxon sat on his chair, crossed his legs and said.

The sky had darkened because of the rain, but the fire burning in the center of the barracks was enough to provide a light source.

The light source illuminated the surroundings, and soon everyone gathered around the center of the flames.

“Didn’t you hear any sound? The sound of the wind? How was the wind in the west?”

When Rem heard that, he thought that he was indeed a sinister wild cat. There were guides who walked the desert in the West, too.

It’s rare, but it has happened sometimes.

That doesn’t mean they have any talent for finding people in the desert.

If they had roamed the desert as if it were their home, Rem would have persuaded them with the Fist of Desire, not the Bird of Desire.

I left it alone because it wasn’t working.

There was a saying among those desert guides. They said that they walked along the path of the wind.

This is a story that only those who are born with a special sense, beyond the five sensitive senses, can understand.

“The direction the wind blows, the smell, everything is a trace and a clue, so you can’t get lost.”

Saxon could find his way through a labyrinth. His senses were not affected by any spells or sorcery.

The sensing ability that came from Will was one of the weapons that brought Saxon to where he is today.

It’s not like he got his nickname as Master of Geor’s Dagger and Master of the Dawn Dew from playing cards.

“That’s an interesting topic.”

Sinardo also intervened. She knows the desert. It is the opposite of the forest. Does that mean that there is no spirit in that land?

To deal with spirits is to see them.

Sinar was born with the talent to receive the blessings of that spirit. There must be spirits in the desert, too. Or at least traces of their energy.

“Just because it’s a desert doesn’t mean there’s no energy. I’ll follow the path of energy.”

“But do you really have to go to the desert and get lost? I think I can avoid that.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. The story started with the premise that you’re going into the desert.”

As soon as Sinar finished speaking, Lawford interrupted, and Pell refuted his words. Lawford said with a smile. It was a somewhat stiff smile.

“That’s why I’m saying I won’t do something like that.”

“So the premise is wrong. Shepherds don’t get lost, so they’ll find their way out somehow. And they always carry a few days’ worth of food in their pockets.”

“So I’m saying you shouldn’t have gone in in the first place?”

Lawford spoke again, but this time he didn’t laugh.

“That’s stupid.”

Pel said, crossing his arms.

“Do you want to burst?”

“Idol killers don’t discriminate, do you know that?”

“You just have to not even brush against it? Easy.”

Since when did it start?

It may have been after the cracks in Pell began to appear. Lawford and Pell were on bad terms.

It was similar to the past of the Mad Squad.

I didn’t know that it might be because the two had different goals.

Lawford believed that calculating numbers was important, while Pell believed that split-second judgment was important.

Since there are different perspectives on swordsmanship, skill is what will serve as the argument to support the claim.

There, the shepherd Pel did not know how to choose a horse, and Lawford was not good at dealing with the rude knights. For these and other reasons, the relationship between the two became extremely bad.

Encred looked at the two of them blankly and said.

“stop.”

One word was enough. The two of them killed their momentum. They didn’t even look at each other. In this respect, the two were similar.

It’s about not wasting your energy on useless things.

Pel suppressed something bubbling inside him. He wanted to break down with the cracks in his heart, and he wanted to smash the head of that brat named Roford, who only learned swordsmanship.

There was nothing that couldn’t be done. If you were lucky, you could just catch up with the kid who was one step ahead.

Lawford was similar.

That kid has no manners. He doesn’t know how to respect others. He needs to be educated.

If you want to win the fight, you have to live like Encred every day. Now that Ragnar is back, you have more opportunities to learn how to use the sword.

Lawford had already forgotten all thoughts of returning to the Knights.

Encred looked at the two and thought that it would be nice if Rem, Ragnar, Audin, and Saxon listened to him like this.

‘That’s ridiculous.’

He asked questions and heard answers. Encrid knew that everyone’s thoughts were different.

Some people just fought their way through, while others used what abilities they had.

‘Could I smell the wind too?’

Saxony said that if you can’t hear, at least smell it.

I don’t know if it’s a regular or spirit like Shinar, but was there really nothing that caught your sixth sense?

It could have been.

“It would have been helpful if I had studied and known about it in advance.”

Luagarne’s words thrown in the middle were also right. Knowledge is power. Encred gathered his thoughts.

Every word they said helped. My mind wandered, and the soldier who had rushed at me as soon as I entered the barracks came to mind.

Encrid is a soldier whose name is unknown, Marco.

‘I wrote Will.’

How was it done?

The soldier boosted his morale by not backing down on his own.

He strengthened his resolve by warning his blind date opponent and tried to gain a psychological advantage by making the first blow the one he was most confident in.

It’s okay if I don’t win with one stab, but I’ll be able to impress upon my opponent just how fierce my spear is.

The first blow was the strongest and was a swift attack.

Warnings and stabs, even posture and attitude.

It was all a tactic.

Each had their own tactics, and Encred learned and enlightened from them.

“There is more than one way.”

Encred muttered to himself.

“When your will is full, your stamina will also change.”

What Ragnar said was also true.

It was possible because Will was present in every step I took since my last step in the desert.

Encred collected his thoughts and recorded each thing he had learned. The king of the East, the mercenary king Anu, told him to experience many things.

Why? Encred saw differences in everything he saw and experienced. Did he only see differences? He also saw similarities.

What I learned from coming out of the desert, what I now know, and what I gained through asking questions.

It was like moonlight. That’s how Encred felt. It looked like moonlight, but it couldn’t be caught. It meant that there was still a missing piece. It wouldn’t come to mind right away if you thought about it. So there was no need to be impatient.

“While we’re here, tell me a story, fiancé.”

Sinar said, lifting one knee up onto the chair and hugging it, and Encred raised his head at those words.

“What did you do to be called the savior of the city or the pioneer of the West?”

Sinar speaks again. His expression is more relaxed than usual. That’s how it looked to Encred.

Encred didn’t know it, but his actions had earned him a number of nicknames.

Encrid began to tell the story, for he had nothing to hide.

That’s how he went from being a demon slayer to a city savior and a western pioneer.

Well said. Everyone listening swallowed their saliva and focused.

“Why didn’t you say you were a bard instead of a knight?”

This is what Christ says again.

“Not bad.”

Luagarne also said this while puffing out her cheek. It was something she had personally experienced, but it was even more fun to hear it from Encred’s own mouth.

That doesn’t mean he was the greatest bard on the continent. Except for Christ, he was just a poor speaker.

The story became richer thanks to the appropriate interlude by Christ in the middle.

Of course, what surprised them the most was the story about Rem’s wife and child.

“trash.”

Christ’s pursuit was superb.

There were many children who were abandoned by their parents at an early age. Kreis was one of them, and he despised parents who abandoned their children.

“Do you want to go?”

“Leaving my wife and child… … .”

“Ayul is a strong woman. And she has what she wants.”

In reality, Ayul even encouraged Rem to leave. She was a wonderful woman who knew how to support someone with big dreams.

“Marriage? Did you threaten me?”

Ragnar asked, and Saxon answered by swinging his axe.

Saxon scratched his ears a few times, as if he had misheard something.

An axe was thrown at him too, but he easily dodged it.

Audyn offered a prayer of blessing.

“Even a wingless bat has its mate, so may God bless you.”

It seemed like there was something personal about it, even though it was a blessing.

“fu*k, is that a blessing?”

That’s why Rem went crazy in the middle. They talked until dawn. Shinardo told a story about wandering around the Forest of Spirits, which ended in a labyrinth created by the devil.

“If you fall in there, you die. They all died.”

It seems clear that the beginning was a lovely forest story.

Looking at it this way, Shinardo’s storytelling skills were poor.

Audin tells the story of Teresa’s conversion to God.

Teresa said she couldn’t forget the past, but she learned to look forward to tomorrow rather than yesterday.

As he said that, he looked at Encred, and his gaze was rather warm. Rather than affection, his eyes were filled with gratitude toward the one who had taught him, as well as a sense of pride.

“It is right to kill any cult member you see.”

Luagarne also said.

Lawford and Peldo also spoke up.

Pell told the story of the shepherd, and Lawford looked around, saying that it was difficult to see a knight even if you joined the Order.

As it turned out, there were only three people fighting at the knight level.

Saxon told a story about the Carmen collection, a story that sent a chill down my spine even though the temperature was still hot.

Because it was a story about one person’s desperate revenge.

But Saxony spoke more coherently than expected.

I’m usually quiet, so I said that often.

“While I was out walking, I saw a few kids using knives.”

Ragnar brushed off the story of being lost with that one line. Other than that, all he did was train, sleep, and laze around, so he had nothing else to say.

The reason he went out for a walk was because Encrid was not there.

It was a path I took to stimulate myself because my motivation seemed to be fading and disappearing.

“Are you crazy?”

Rem added a note of caution, and this time Ragna threw his fist instead of the axe.

Of course, Rem was not hit. He turned his head to dodge and started swinging his fists from where he was sitting.

Audin, who happened to be sitting between the two, stopped them while sitting there. Of course, he used his hands.

Whether they were knights or whatever, masters of close combat were different.

While we were laughing and talking, some soldiers brought us some bottles of alcohol and some food.

It was Christ’s order. Everyone ate and drank. It was an untimely company dinner.

Encrid, what should I say, finally felt like he was truly back.

Lazy jokes, stories, each person’s own words.

The night deepened as we talked about such things.

The bickering stopped at some point. Now, they were just talking for real.

“Balrog is a difficult opponent.”

In the middle, Ragnar also said this. After hearing Oara’s story. It was assumed that Encred would naturally go kill Balrog.

No one told me to give up. No one said it was dangerous.

If there’s something to be done, do it. They all thought the same thing.

“Not now.”

Encred also heard the same thing.

Christ sighed in the middle.

“Stop it. It’s Balrog.”

Isn’t this a monster that a normal person would never hear the name of in their entire life?

What? Swinging a whip of flame and a sword that creates flames?

The god of play hidden in the magic realm.

The story of the Magical Girl, the story of childhood, the story of Ziva and Ziva’s mother who met in the West, and the story of the man who fell in love with her.

A fragmentary story of what Oara left behind.

It was a night where such things happened.

In the depths of the night, rain fell, glasses were passed around, and a blazing fire blew away the moisture just right.