The determination of a person who had been away from real power all their life and then seized an opportunity was astonishing.
Its already this serious even before eting Horamric. It seed like they would give away their own heart after eting Horamric.
The gathered vagabonds and beggars were startled when a strange noise began to sound nearby. They were supposed to do work worth the silver they received, but an interference had occurred.
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As a fight seed to escalate with pushing and shoving, Johan stepped in.
Gerdolf. Step in and shut those guys up.
Yes.
. . .but dont draw your sword. Use a whip.
Johan quickly stopped Gerdolf as he was about to draw his sword. A whip would be enough.
I understand, Sir.
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Gerdolf rode his horse forward and stopped in front of the beggars. The large knight looked nacingly, causing the shouting beggar to flinch.
What, what is this. . . Ahh!
A whip ca flying down from above. The beggars were taken aback by the unexpected strike. Although they were beggars, they were a group that could beco ferocious at any mont.
It was risky for even a knight to lash out with a whip like this, especially if they all attacked at once.
However, Gerdolf had sothing he was relying on. The soldiers behind him had simultaneously drawn their weapons. If a fight escalated, it would be them who would die. The beggars, intimidated, backed down.
B-Brothers, stop! We cant fight in the city!
Of course, the bishop was shocked at this sight. Attacking vagrants in the city would ruin his image.
They were about to attack first, Bishop.
They didnt attack! They have brains too!
Didnt they threaten the citizens.
The bishop was incredulous. Such an excuse. . .
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The bishop was confused. It wasnt likely that Johan had hired people in advance. . .
Why was he so popular?
Of course, the rumors about Johan were the kind that would make him popular. Whether in the past or now, a brave and young knight was a peoples idol. But those were just rumors that would spread in the vicinity, not in a distant city in the Empire.
The bishop felt the knight he had enticed was suddenly impressively significant.
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Of course, his abilities were great, but he thought he was playing in his palm. . .
Bishop, lets move.
Y-Yes, lets do that.
The bishops mansion was the epito of luxury within the city. Even without stepping outside, the mansions courtyard had cold water flowing through channels, and the windows were filled with colored glass.
The servants inside the mansion wore silk clothes and ornants more expensive than what Johan wore, with so even draped in shimring satin.
Johan was freshly reminded of the bishops wealth, and that of the republic.
These people really do have a lot of money!
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Toiling as a serf and squeezing them dry felt pitiful compared to the profits of trade.
We have agreed to et in two days, so rest comfortably. Brother, feel at ho here.
Thank you, Bishop.
The bishop seed quite pleased with himself, hoping that Johan would be impressed. So Johan pretended to be moved.
By the way, where are the bishops wife and children?
Oh. . .
At Johans question, the servant looked confused and hesitant, wondering if it was okay to speak.
The church didnt explicitly forbid priests from marrying. They could marry if they wished. However, priests who didnt marry generally received more respect, as it was seen as a devotion of their desires and lineage to God.
Knowing this, the bishop had officially not married and had lovers throughout the city.
T-The master is such a steadfast man. . .
I see. Understood.
The servant changed the subject, but Johan had already figured it out. The bishop seed to have quite a few lovers. And probably a fair number of illegitimate children too, right?
Karamaf. Co here.
While waiting, Johan stroked Karamaf and played chess with Gerdolf. It was mostly Johan teaching him, but it served as a pasti.
Karamaf, seemingly in a good mood, purred and kept rubbing his head against Johans leg.
Sir, there is a guest outside looking for you. . .
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So, Johan was naturally surprised when a guest ca looking for him first.
Was it sent by Gareld? There was no one else who would send soone. . .
Surprisingly, it wasnt Gareld who sent for him. The one who called Johan was one of the city nobles he had never seen before. He was a river otter beastman nad Pilorachi.
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It wasnt that surprising. Thanks to Gareld spreading the rumors, even those who didnt know were whispering, , ?
It was a favorite pasti of the nobles to et a brave knight in person, treat them well, and share in their honor. Johan went with Gerdolf. He thought everyone would be happy to see so tricks.
However, the reception Johan received was completely different from what he expected.
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Welco! Ive been waiting for you. You know why I called you, right?
I have no idea. . .
Oh? No. . . Ah. Sorry about that. I forgot what I was saying. The Alarhim family! Now you understand?
I still dont understand.
Oh dear! I ntioned the Alarhim family, why dont you understand? Please, take a seat.
Pilorachi was a famous defensive scholar and artist. In this era, nurology, dealing with the mysteries of numbers, was no different from arithtic or mathematics.
Every wizard needed a patron, and Pilorachi was sponsored by the Alarhim family. Naturally, he beca curious upon hearing about a knight skilled in numbers.
As soon as he sat down, Pilorachi started presenting various riddles, and Johan answered them as best he knew. Gerdolf, listening to their conversation, turned pale and staggered. Johan ordered him to go outside and rest.
Amazing! Amazing!
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