Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 661

661. Huh?

“Should I call him Yeongju or Seongju…….”

He started out as a fruit vendor.

“The Lord of the Castle is Graham, and I am the Commander of the Knights.”

Encred took the merchant’s words lightly. It was an attitude that seemed very familiar.

“Then, Captain, please have one of these.”

The fruit vendor handed over two plums with a cheeky expression. Encred put one in his mouth and handed the other to the rag-faced saint who was with him.
The saint blinked his white-skinned eyes and took the plum. He put it in his mouth and chewed.
Crunch- The flesh split and the sweetness hidden in the sourness swirled around in his mouth. It was a really ripe plum, the scent of which wafted to the tip of his nose.

“That’s the answer.”

Encred said.

“That’s right.”

The rag-and-rag saint agreed. It was a luxury that he could enjoy thanks to the large orchard that had recently been built inside Green Pearl.
The reason there was a separate noble who managed the orchard near Nauril, the capital of the kingdom, was to eat these fruits, so the word luxury was not an exaggeration.
Afterwards, as he passed by a place where vendors were gathered, a merchant who had set up a stall on one side pretended to know him.

“Now I belong to the upper ranks of Lockfried.”

He was not an ordinary merchant. It was a giant who revealed himself as a peddler.
Encred spoke while showing the cloth wrapped around his hand.

“This is sturdy.”

It is a cloth gauntlet with a thin leather lining to give it its shape. It was made from fabric I bought from a giant a while ago.

“That’s right. I have no intention of selling crappy stuff.”

The giant noticed this and answered, but his voice was louder than usual. The rag-and-rag saint, who had no place to intervene, just watched from one side.

“What are you selling today?”

Encred asked.

“Something like this.”

The giant showed off various items on the table he had spread out, including amulets and rings that seemed to have an ominous aura.

“It is said that the curse will prevent one bad luck from happening, but it will also cause nightmares every night.”

The giant’s voice drew the attention of those passing by. Encred observed the object the giant had shown him.
He could sense a faint energy that he had not seen before.

‘Is it because of training with Esther?’

It must have been because of his experience dealing with spells while cutting walking fire.
Just as the giant said, there was some kind of energy in the ring. If you look closely, you can see a dark fog thinly covering the ring, but it was something that no one else could see.
As you wander around the continent, you can see small-scale pioneer villages built.
Some of them were lucky enough to be in areas where monsters did not appear, but others survived by enduring attacks from a small number of monsters.
Among the villages that survived such attacks, there were those who traded with local wizards and witches. The ring must have come from there. It wasn’t hard to guess.
As expected, the giant briefly and concisely explained the source of the item, but it felt like he was rambling on for the first time. Unlike before, the giant friend was strangely kind. Did he ever give such a detailed explanation?

“I don’t think I need it.”

Encred answered plainly. If he needed something like this, he would have asked Esther.

“I thought so.”
“Then why are you explaining it?”

The giant sat with his buttocks pressed against the floor, but his eye level was similar to Encred’s. He leaned his head forward and whispered.

“So other people can hear.”

Because of my appearance and race, people didn’t approach me, so it wasn’t easy to do business, but Encred happened to show up and I used it.
I wondered why he was speaking so loudly.

‘You’ve become a businessman.’

Of course, even then, the giant would not deviate from his own principles. That was the kind of friend he was.

“Your skills have improved.”

Encred spoke in a whisper, and the giant nodded.

“Go now.”
“Okay. I’ll go.”

There were quite a few people Encred encountered after that. From the Ragged Saint’s perspective, he seemed to be quite close to the innkeeper located in the center of the city.

“What brings you down here? If you haven’t eaten yet, why don’t you have a bowl before you go?”

The innkeeper was named Allen. He dreamed of beating Vanessa’s pumpkin soup in taste, and recently he had been making chicken soup, and he was selling it with a sign saying that his grandmother made it whenever she had a cold.
Thanks to that, business was quite good.
Of course, it wasn’t selling as well as the pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie, and pumpkin juice at Vanessa’s inn, but that didn’t mean he was dissatisfied with the current situation.
Because of the safe road, trade developed, and after Lockfried established a commercial city, the Border Guard also had an abundance of supplies.
Allen was also reaping the benefits.

‘They even farm there in Green Pearl.’

Even the rag-and-rag saint has heard and seen. Even eyes that cannot see well can see better when they are close by, especially within the group.
Moreover, he originally evaluated himself as someone who sees small trunks rather than large trunks.
He said that he is more interested in the lives of the people living in the city than in its political position.

‘Very rich, very.’

This city was like that to the saint.
It must have been because the minor skirmishes with Azpen disappeared. Thanks to that, the large plains could be used as farmland without damage from monsters.
The periodic circling of the Pen-Hanil Mountains and fighting monsters also had an effect, and even the Stone Road connecting to the west.
All of that had now returned to the city’s wealth. However, where there is light, there is also a shadow.
The ragtag saint knew all too well how the world worked.
And that shadow had just poked its head in. Since the Procs were a race that regenerated their skin, it was rare to find Procs with scars, but this one, with a white scar on his neck, looked fierce.
Was he trying to pick a fight? Or was he greedy for the precious metals he wore?
Or was he a bounty hunter who had come after him?

‘Or is it a sword prepared by the Holy Nation?’

No it wasn’t.

“It’s been a while.”

The approaching Prok pretended to know him. Encred observed him for a while and then said.

“……Melon?”
“It’s Meelun. Have you forgotten the name already?”
“Oh, that’s right. Meelun.”

Even though he had changed his name without permission, Prok didn’t show any discomfort. It
was surprising to the rag-tag saint. But it was normal for Meelun.
Even if he attacked, he would die with one swing of his sword. Forgetting a name was something that could happen. Meelun was Prok, and he was Prok, so he was true to his desires. He was satisfied
with a moderate victory and a sense of accomplishment. That’s why he was satisfied with his current life.
Following Prok, a bald man stepped out, and he looked like he would walk around in a back alley with his shoulders hunched over.
He came out of a damp, dark alley between the densely packed houses. The sunlight reflected off his hair.

“Captain.”

He also came and called Encrid.

“Gilpin.”

Encred immediately pretended to know.

“Why do you remember his name?”

Frock muttered. Not that anyone cared.

“Are you looking for something?”

A man named Gilpin asked.

“No. I’m taking a walk.”

Only then did the bald man’s gaze pass over the rag-faced saint. The things on his person were something a pickpocket would easily covet. However, there was no greed in his eyes. The rag-faced saint had poor eyesight, but his hearing
was very sharp. Although he could not use echolocation, his hearing was developed enough to hear whispers from afar.
In addition, as his hearing developed, he became good at observing people with his sixth sense.
He observed Encred and also saw the author Gilpin standing next to him. He did not sense any malice or greed.
He clearly worked in a criminal guild, or at least a place similar to it.
This was something he had gained from wandering for a long time, but the other person had no interest in him.

“Is everything okay?”
“With Captain Vengeance here, how could anything happen?”

Even so, Gilpin did a lot for the city. The information guild organized by Chrys was under his jurisdiction, and he also managed to prevent accidents from occurring in the city.
As a result, Gilpin had lost weight and his face had become thinner.
It was a natural result of working under Chrys.
However, the reward was not small, so Gilpin was satisfied with his current life.
These were things that a rag-and-butter saint would not know. That was why his current situation was unique to him.

‘It’s peculiar. It’s peculiar.’

After wandering around the city for a while, Encred headed toward the barracks where tents were set up.
The rag-and-rag saint followed Encred and watched him quietly. Then he blurted out:

“I take care of war orphans. Would it be okay to build a monastery in the city for that purpose?”

It may be a difficult request. However, for Encred, who had recently decided to move the fairy clan to the village, this was not a difficult task.

“Please do so.”

There were no worries.

“It’ll cost a lot,
won’t it?” “Weren’t you going to sell what you’re wearing?”
“Why don’t you pay for it yourself?”
“Well, let’s do that. You know Chrys? The guy with the big eyes and the grumpy face when you ask for krona. Just go and ask him.”
“What if I’m a person who buys and sells children for a few gold coins?”
“Why would someone like that set out to build a monastery to look after children? They’d just sell them off to everyone. There are also crazy groups that want to make saints and saintesses right away.”

What is this kid? The rag-faced saint blinked his white-skinned eyes several times.
Judging from the way he spoke, he seemed to know how to use his head. There was also a thorn in his words.

“There are many people who have been hurt because of those losers.”
“Then do something about it.”
“It’s beyond my ability.”
“Yes, build a monastery.”

The conversation was lively, and the rag-faced saint felt a strange pleasure.
The content of the abbreviated conversation clearly conveyed what they wanted to say.
What was this?
The rag-faced saint had come to see the nest that Audin had chosen. He knew that his adopted son would walk a thorny path, but he couldn’t help it. He knew that he wasn’t a child who would be easily influenced by others, and he knew that Audin had wounds inside him.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t proud of his son who had overcome all of that.
However, if there was one thing that bothered him, it was why he didn’t return to the temple and stayed here.

‘Encred.’

This was the answer. The saint had heard many stories while staying here.
From Seiki, he heard the story of the person who saved him.
From others, he heard the story of the person who worked hard without wasting a single day.
From others, he heard the story of the knight who called for an end to the war and slew the devil.
The rag-and-rag saint did not know the beginning of Encred and only knew the present, so he understood that the man before him was someone who had great ambitions and was moving forward. However, when he came and saw it for himself, it was different.
He was different from anyone he had ever met.

‘What’s different?’

The thoughts, the will, the way of walking are different.

“What do you want?”

All those questions were condensed and came out of his mouth. Encrid didn’t have to think about it too much, so he answered.

“For now, I’m just using the technology like water flowing.”
“What?”

The rag-faced saint asked back, wondering what this meant.

“I have a system that I have established, and I have finally acquired a specialty. However, I want to advance beyond this and see what I need to acquire, but since I have no talent, I have to do it one by one. For now, yes, how to swing the sword like flowing water, um, as I talk, I know better what I should do. The next thing to do after the wave-breaker sword is the flowing sword. Oh, not the flowing sword, but the flow. So it is not a well that never dries, but a stream that never stops.”

I couldn’t understand a single word of what was being said. Although I had trained a lot during my youth, my skill level wasn’t that high. So I really couldn’t understand a single word.

“uh?”

The rag-faced saint asked back.

“It was helpful. Audyn told me not to treat him badly and that he would help me if I had any concerns, and he really did.”

Encred continued speaking as if he was intoxicated by something.

“Huh?”
“I should say that I wasn’t teaching Seiki for nothing.”
“Hmm?”

Encred, who had arrived at the barracks, immediately swung his sword. It was pointless to talk to him anymore. He seemed to have completely immersed himself in his own world.
The old man, known to the world as the Ragged Saint, who had built a monastery for orphans here and was wearing a lot of things to donate to it, stood there and watched Encred train. After a while, Audyn approached him and asked.

“Did you have a nice trip?”

The rag-faced saint asked after a short pause.

“What’s wrong with him?”
“What happened?”
“He suddenly said something about a stream and started swinging his sword.”
“Oh, it’s the same as usual.”
“Is it the same as usual?”
“Yes, that’s right.”

The saint, who wandered the world, getting hit by people, meeting people, and saving people, realized a small truth.

‘maniac.’

It was only now that I realized why the name of the Knights Templar was like that.