Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 556

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Why is the name of the Mad Knights Mad?

When the author, a peddler and merchant, asked a question, his colleague immediately answered.

“That’s because there are some really crazy people out there.”

“Is it okay to just say things like that?”

“Well, it’s a story that has spread everywhere.”

At the entrance to the market, where people were starting to crowd around, in the center of the border guard area, two vendors were talking.

Among them, those with thin lips and relatively light mouths mostly brushed their lips.

If you only look at the content, you might think that these two are half-crazy, but in reality, what they are saying isn’t a big secret. It’s a story that’s already been spread around.

Moreover, isn’t it human nature to curse even the king when the culprit isn’t even in front of you?

“Can you tell me more about that?”

But then suddenly a new voice was heard, and the merchant who had been speaking shrugged his shoulders in nervousness for a moment before frowning at the owner of the voice.

He saw a blind old man with white hair who had come into his sight at some unknown time. He had a slightly hunched back, a wrinkled face, and he was leaning on the floor with a cane.

“What?”

The peddler flinched for a moment because the old man approached so quietly, but when he saw the old man’s appearance, he relaxed the strength in his trapezius muscles and asked back.

“No, why would you eavesdrop on other people’s conversations… … You can do that.”

The peddler quickly changed his stance when the old man handed him a silver coin.

“It’s something everyone is talking about… … .”

The peddler opened his mouth and looked at the old man.

When I saw the blind old man, I felt like I was taking advantage of the old man who had nowhere to lean on, so I muttered and promised myself that I would explain in as much detail as I could to the best of my knowledge.

If you haven’t received anything in return, you wouldn’t know, but if you have received payment, isn’t it the duty of a true merchant to give something worth it?

He did so.

“Now, listen. There are five lunatics in total.”

A madman who splits the heads of nobles with an axe whenever he sees them after losing both his parents to nobles when he was young.

“They say he has a fierce personality, so you should be careful when you meet him. If you see his gray hair, no, no, that’s not true.”

The merchant quickly changed his subject. It was not something to say to a blind old man. He probably couldn’t see anything.

The merchant would tell the difference between rumor and fact and would talk until his mouth was dry.

It was a more enthusiastic attitude than before. It was an intention to make up for the mistake.

A bear-man hybrid who tears people in half, a madman who asks God for forgiveness and tears people apart.

A blood-crazed inspector and the youngest member of the Knights Templar who must drink blood once every three days.

Finally, there is a perverted serial killer who, after being abandoned by a woman, goes mad and takes pleasure in stabbing her in the back.

“But rumors are just rumors. If you actually listen to the stories of people living in the city, they all say that they are a bit exaggerated.”

In reality, they are a bit vicious, but they are not the type of people who enjoy killing people.

“Rumors may spread, but it doesn’t really do any good to badmouth them in the Border Guard, so don’t go around telling people about it.”

The merchant thought that at this point, the silver coin had reached its full value.

It’s a story that you can find out by just walking around the city, but it wouldn’t be easy to know it in such an intimate way.

He didn’t look like a beggar, but he didn’t look particularly wealthy either, and he was a blind old man, so it wouldn’t be easy to hear his stories.

“No, what you said is a little wrong.”

As we were about to break up, a man with a fierce look on his face who was passing by approached us.

The merchant unconsciously raised both hands and took a blocking stance. The man looked as if he was about to swing his fist at any moment.

He said what he had to say, whether the merchant raised his hand or not.

“An axe-wielding maniac is just a madman.”

His words had power. They had the kind of sincerity that could only come from experience, and the force of a deep emotion.

That made me feel like every word he uttered had a deep meaning.

The old man glanced at the man who approached him with eyes that seemed to be covered in white fur. Although he couldn’t see anything, his gaze was roughly aligned.

The man placed both hands on the merchant’s shoulders. The merchant flinched, but did not push his hands away.

The hot heat from the man’s hand was transmitted to the merchant’s shoulder. Even though he was wearing thick clothes, the raised hand felt warm.

“Keep in mind, that guy is a real madman.”

He was one of the infantrymen chosen by Rem. Normally, he would never leave the barracks, but Rem was the type of person who would let him go when he had to.

He allowed me to go out for half a day.

Of course, it was a short pastime only permitted to those who excelled in training.

Naturally, it was an outing where running away or escaping was not even on the agenda.

“Jump? Jump. I’ll catch you. The one caught gets double the damage.”

What could be double? Training, I guess.

Otherwise it would be a beating.

Rem said without a trace of laughter, and it was then that the man known as the Axe Unit realized that he was really screwed.

Ah, life.

I was in a situation where I had no choice but to go out for a short time, enjoy myself as much as I could, and then return home feeling like a death row inmate.

Then, when I heard the story of the crazy bastard being defended, I couldn’t stand it anymore and got involved. I couldn’t just listen.

“after.”

The man took my hand back and turned around with a sigh.

“He is a madman who deserves divine punishment.”

The man spoke and turned around to walk away. For some reason, his steps seemed to lack strength. Even though the man had already turned around, the merchant nodded absentmindedly.

“I guess not everyone likes them?”

The old man asked slowly.

“Oh, that’s probably a soldier. They say that’s what everyone is like at the beginning of training.”

The merchant had heard a similar story from a guard whose face he vaguely recognized, so he relayed that as well.

The old man nodded twice at those words and then turned his head to the other side, where his eyes met those of the author, who happened to be wearing a hood over his head.

The white hair and blue eyes seemed to be glaring at each other through the air.

But the old man was blind. The hooded man was curious and asked.

“Can you see it?”

“I can’t see it.”

“I see.”

There were only a few words, not much of a conversation. The old man nodded his head a couple of times again, as if nodding was a habit.

“Well, we’re busy.”

The merchant left and the old man began to walk, tapping his cane on the ground.

I walked, scraping the ground with the end of my cane. The border guard was at its busiest in recent times, so of course it was crowded with people, but I managed to get through them without any problems.

The man with the hood turned over, Encred, watched the old man passing by for a moment.

You walk well.

Although not many people recognized him, he knew that if they did, it would be a hassle, so he wore a cloak and hood when he went out into the city. Since many other people wore the same outfit, no one looked at him strangely.

But the old man who had passed by a little while ago, even though he was blind, felt as if he had made eye contact with me.

He was an unusual author.

Yet, his presence was strangely vague, and when I looked at his body, I could see traces of training, but when I looked at him again, it didn’t seem like that, he was an ambiguous old man.

Anyway, it was a path that had a purpose. Encrid tried to walk on the road.

I tried to do that only when the old man who strangely caught my eye was out of my sight.

It seemed better to take a detour and take a quiet path rather than going through a crowded place.

At first I was trying to pass through the city center, but what was so crowded there?

“Now, if we talk about this leather! What is this? It’s the leather of a crocodile’s hand! What is a crocodile? No, I was talking to someone who doesn’t even know what a crocodile is? This guy is the real deal.”

“This stone is a lucky stone! It is from the West and was created by dozens of sorcerers with great devotion… … .”

“Buy firewood! Buy firewood!”

There were many people here and there shouting with their necks bloodshot.

The streets between the buildings were filled with stalls and makeshift tents, and many people were boasting about what they were selling. This was a road that even carriages could not pass.

It looked more like a battlefield than a war zone, with construction materials and construction guild members bringing in mules and carts to build new buildings.

That doesn’t mean there’s any blood spraying or people dying, though.

No, that’s not to say that nothing like that happened at all.

“You little shit, you said this was my territory?”

“Where is the area here!”

Two grown men threw punches at each other. It wasn’t a learned gesture. It seemed like they were just having a fight while selling something.

A young man who had been watching from behind also got involved in the fight, and a real mess was about to break out.

What was awkward was that an old man with a cane walked in right in the middle of the fight.

If I hadn’t looked, I wouldn’t have noticed, but I was watching the whole time.

Encred advanced, pushing and pulling his way through the people around him in one step, and grabbed the old man’s sleeve as he spoke.

“I think you’d better not go that way.”

I guess I’d hear better if I couldn’t see, but the market was so noisy that I wondered if it was hard to tell direction by sound.

“You are kind.”

The old man spoke without even turning his head.

He seemed to know who was talking to him and who was grabbing his sleeve.

Encred was just amazed at that. That was really the end of it. The old man changed direction and walked away, and when there was a commotion, the guards came running.

Beep!

The guard blew his whistle and shouted.

“Stop! Up to here! Don’t you put the stone down? If someone dies, you die too. If you don’t want to be dragged to the courtroom, just keep quiet.”

The approaching guard skillfully stopped and stopped the fight.

There were three well-trained soldiers, all armed. There was no room for a weakling to interfere.

After the fight was over, only excitement remained.

“A newbie from another city.”

“Oh, so you’re a native Border Guard?”

The two merchants were still angry and grumbling, and several young men standing behind them were similarly angry.

Encred remembered what Crys had said a few days ago.

It was about something that always happens when people gather.

It is a strife that continues with factions.

One side was made up of former Border Guard members, while the other side was made up of recent immigrants, and the two were not on good terms.

Well, some of them are from the capital city and some of the nobles from southern Naurilia came to the city and banded together.

It’s a bit of a headache because they’re forming factions and fighting like this.

It was something that happened naturally when people gathered together on a small piece of land and lived in a hurry to make a profit.

There were some who didn’t care about factions, some who watched from a distance, and some who even used factions to their advantage.

‘It’s not a masterpiece, but I think someone like Vanessa would be just right.’

Vanessa, a native, expanded the inn, opened a new restaurant and most recently a cafeteria.

I’ve heard that the pumpkin drink they sell there is really delicious, but I haven’t tried Encrid yet.

The line should be long in the first place.

But that doesn’t mean I can just come out and say, ‘I’m the crazy commander of the Border Guard.’

There may be a way to drink it, but Encrid didn’t have much of an appetite to begin with.

I like delicious food, but I don’t chase after it and eat it.

Anyway, when people gather together, problems of various kinds are bound to arise.

What I saw just now also seemed to be that kind of problem.

‘If I leave it alone, it will rot.’

I don’t know. Even Encred himself had never seen such a bustling city.

The Border Guard has developed at a crazy rate in a short period of time, clearly widening the gap with the nearby cities.

At that time, many bakers from Martai had immigrated, and some from the city of Cross Guard in Azpen had come to the Border Guard.

As the city developed, there was no place for the lords who persecuted the nearby residents.

Then what should we do? Some of the surrounding nobles naturally wanted to join the Border Guard under Encred, but since they were not accepted, they decided to become a direct territory of the kingdom.

In other words, the royal family gained more power.

Anyway, the Border Guard’s gate was always open and did not stop anyone from coming.

If you listen to what Chrys says, Greenpearl hasn’t even filled its workforce yet?

Encred recalled the story he had heard in passing, then looked at the guards in charge of public security for a moment before heading down a quiet road.

The situation just now wasn’t particularly pleasant, but that didn’t mean I had any reason to feel bad about seeing it.

Encred left the center and went down a few alleys.

In the past, it used to smell like sewage, but recently, thanks to urban development, the alleys have become wide and clean.

Here and there, you can also see people who appear to be members of the Gilpin guild.

“How far are you moving it?”

A human male with the appearance of a handsome frock with three scars on his face is seen carrying a box of fruit.

Judging from his appearance, his attire, and the dagger he had on his waist, he was definitely from the Gilpin Guild.

A black square pattern was visible engraved on the dagger handle.

Recently, the guild decided on a slogan and everyone carried it around with them.

These were the ones who were double-dutifully responsible for the security of the city, along with the Border Guard standing force that guarded the city at night.

As Encred entered the alley, those in the guild with keen senses looked at him for a moment, but they only observed him and did not say anything.

As we came out of the alley, an open road appeared.

Encrid walked along the paved road with solid stones and looked up at the clear blue sky.

It was a cloudless day. It was the kind of weather that made me want to take a walk and look at the sky.

The wind was cool and the sun was warm. Encrid walked slowly, step by step, making a sound. Doing your best in everything doesn’t mean running around in a hurry and panting for breath.

In that respect, this road was worth walking.