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Chapter 26.2: ????????????, ????????????????, ??????????????????, ?????????? (????)

    Chapter 26.2: ????????????, ????????????????, ??????????????????, ?????????? (????)


    Johan was amazed. Thews in this world were much stricter than on Earth. If youmitted a crime without status or connections, it was best to assume the death penalty.


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    Jail? It was rare to feed expensive food to criminals. Unless they were valuable hostages. . .


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    And smuggling was usually a capital offense. Bringing something into the city without paying taxes was a serious crime.


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    “I had some savings.”


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    Apparently, he managed to save his life by paying some back money. Johan nodded interestedly.


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    “You got into smuggling even with wealth? Why?”


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    “I was enchanted by a demon.”


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    “How about being honest instead?”


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    “I need a lot of money. . .”


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    “Please, Sir Knight. This man is reflecting on his actions now.”


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    Atanka, perhaps misunderstanding Johan’s question, defended himself. As a knight, he desired obedient and loyal ves, not merchants caught smuggling.


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    “We have prepared equipment suitable for Sir Knight. Please ept this and forgive us.”


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    “. . .!”


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    Johan was slightly surprised. Weapons suitable for a knight in such a town?


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    But, surprisingly, they were decent. The longsword was well-bnced, and the sharp, spear-like estoc prated deeply. The small crossbow worked perfectly.


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    However, the armor was terrible. It was so mismatched that it felt like ‘this is what a knight without money wears.’ Even if chainmail was damaged, wearing this was unthinkable. It would change how he was treated.


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    Something caught in Johan’s rummaging hand. It was a small, round piece of metal. Instinctively pulling and opening the lid, a familiar object appeared.


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    It was a broken pocket watch.


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    “. . .?!”


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    Johan was astonished. He had never seen, nor expected to see, a wind-up clock like this. Such a sophisticated item was difficult even for dwarf artisans to make. Although broken, its potential value was intuitively apparent.


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    Such an item in this town was surprising. It made sense that the townsfolk, not knowing how to read a clock, failed to recognize its value.


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    Upon closer inspection, faint engraved marks were visible. They were indeed ancient Empire characters, though broken and faded.


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    Johan tossed and caught the pocket watch, then observed Atanka’s expression. Atanka seemed puzzled, wondering what Johan was doing.


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    It was clear Atanka didn’t understand the item’s significance.


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    Johanposed his expression. Showing too much surprise might lead to misunderstandings. He decided to take the weapons and the pocket watch, saying,


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    “Well, since he’s reflecting, I’ll show mercy.”


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    At Johan’s words, Atanka’s face lit up. It was a settled matter.


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    “He’s too shabby and dirty. Wash him and dress him. Even if not in armor, at least to a presentable level.”


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    “Yes, I will do so.”


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    Providing a decent shirt and trousers wasn’t difficult. However, Johan didn’t stop there. The pocket watch was unexpected, but he had intended to ept the offer anyway.


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    “Two horses as well.”


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    “Yes. . .?”


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    “My horse was of good breed. Worth four or five Empire gold coins. But even at best, this ve won’t fetch more than a dozen silver coins.”


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    “But, two horses. . .”


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    “There must be decent horses in this town. No excuses. I expect two horses that I won’t be ashamed to ride.”


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    Judging by the town’s size, he could guess the kind of assets it might have. While there might not be well-trained warhorses for knights, sturdy packhorses or swift hunting horses were likely avable.


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    Though they are inferior in pricepared to warhorses, these horses are still valuable assets. Moreover, the fact that he has to give away two of them really hurts.


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    He tried to save some silver, but ended up paying even more.


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    ‘??????.’


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    Should Iunch a surprise attack?


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    Atanka thought for a moment about doing just that. If he could appease the knight and catch him off guard, then maybe a surprise attack. . .


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    Johan stared intently at Atanka with his dark eyes. His gaze seemed to say, ‘?? ???????? ???????? ??????’???? ????????????????.’


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    Atanka felt a sinking feeling in his chest. His hands trembled and his heart pounded. The pressure was different from when he subdued the wanderer with the local militia.


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    “I want a clear answer right here and now.”


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    “. . .I will do as you say.”


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    Atanka, experienced as he was, could only bow his head in silence before the young knight before him.


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    It was a primal fear.


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    “It feels like an arrow might fly at us from behind.”


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    “Hey. Don’t look back.”


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    As they left Rutzbeck, the mercenaries felt uneasy about the back of their heads. They could clearly sense the townspeople watching them with certain thoughts in mind.


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    They must be wishing for our demise as we leave!


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    “Honestly, I didn’t expect them to give up so easily.”


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    “We were lucky. They seemed quite frightened. . . Milord Eldans. Will you be alright? We won’t have toe here again, but it might be inconvenient for you in many ways.”


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    “I don’t mind either. I won’t have toe here for a while anyway.”


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    The situation in the southern part of the Empire was bing increasingly chaotic. The tradingpanies were reluctant to send merchants to ces where feudal lords and mercenaries were fiercelypeting.


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    After this journey, I’ll be staying in the city for a while to help with the tradingpany’s work.


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    ‘?????????????????????? ?? ???????? ???????????? ?????????? ???? ?? ???????? ???????????? ????????.’


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    Meanwhile, Johan was having a conversation with Geoffrey.


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    Johan, in his own way, and Geoffrey, in his, were both trying to understand each other.


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    But Geoffrey was the one who was desperately wracking his brain even more.


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    “So, why did you engage in smuggling?”


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    “It’s like, I was bewitched by something. . .”


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    “Hmm. Geoffrey. We’ll be moving together in various ways in the future. It’d be better to know about you in advance. Just answer when I ask. Don’t overthink it.”


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    “. . .I got into some debt because of gambling. . .”


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    “Ah, I see. What kind of gambling?”


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    “It was dice gambling. . .”


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    Geoffrey, who was speaking, was surprised that Johan wasn’t very angry. Normally, a knight would be angry or scold someone who had fallen into gambling and resorted to smuggling. . .


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    “Hmm. What kind of gambling did you mostly do?”


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    “I-It was the kind where you throw three dice and guess the sum of the numbers thate up.”


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    “Was that gambling popr?”


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    “It was so popr that you had to pay under the table to get in. . .”


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    Then, Geoffrey realized that this young knight was genuinely interested in his story.


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