My Villains Chapter 397
63. Knights of the
Silver Prince (4) The Abiden region of the Kingdom of Milanol was famous for its colorful terrain.
The open sea in the southwest, the sheer mountains in the north, and the rivers and plains in the east spread out, and it was also a center of trade as well as being rich in products.
It was the port of Auduenne that functioned as the center of trade between the two countries.
By the end of February, the port was greeted with a gentle salty sea breeze instead of a savage wind that scratched the slopes. The sea breeze, still feeling the chill, shook the canola flowers that had bloomed prematurely.
The indigo coast, a pier full of ships, a prosperous city, and a field of yellow flowers made a very plausible gradation.
Around a hill, one step away from the scenery, I stood face to face with a man with a handsome mustache.
The man held tightly around the long blue satin cloak with his left hand, and with his right hand raised a sharp sword like an awl.
silent gaze.
His eyes were sharper and colder than the point of a knife aimed at his forehead. I smiled unconsciously and fixed the ‘black ice’.
At that moment, the man called ‘The Shouting Wave’, Langbolt Earl Shore, threw himself.
Shut!
Before you even feel the thrill, drops of blood splatter. With a little bit of exaggeration, the thrust as fast as a bullet grazed my earlobe.
It took less than a second, let alone half that time, to erase the 7-meter gap. As expected, swordsmanship worthy of the best knight in the East…
Of course, he had no intention of sitting there admiring it. Grabbing the middle of the sword blade with his left hand, he cut down the black ice.
Whirik!
Sir Langboldt retrieved the blade with as quick a motion as he had stabbed it. At the same time, I stepped to the left as if turning.
A black trail emitting cold air bent at a right angle in the air.
Black ice was quite heavy for a one-handed sword, but to me with the strength of a giant, it was no different from a whip. Giving up a bit of sophistication, it wasn’t too difficult to perform a slash that ignored inertia.
Hiss!
As if trying to remove the shadow, the three swords flew at a dizzying speed. I twisted my wrist slightly. The counterattack was swept away by the black and cold transgression.
Caang!
Following a sharp sound, the tip of the sword grazed Sir Langboldt’s chin. The spreading drops of blood froze in an instant and formed small pieces of ice.
Before the dark red ice fragments could scatter, the blade stopped cutting and switched to stabbing. Sir Langboldt leaned back and raised his sword.
Kang!
A loud roar erupted again. Sir Langboldt’s sharp sword and my black ice were firmly engaged.
Knock-knock-knock-
snap each other’s blades and push-and-pull confrontation continued. wrestling with a sword
It may be an arrogant thought, but there were probably no more than 10 swordsmen in all of Middle-earth who could engage me in such a confrontation.
In other words, I had hardly ever experienced sword wrestling in real life. This is because there were so few opponents who had the minimum strength for a confrontation to be established, aside from technology.
Cacan!
Lord Langboldt crushed the black ice roughly with his sturdy vauntlets. At the same time, the interlocking crossbar was used as a lever to raise the awl-like blade.
Sasak-
“Big”
A few eyelashes were cut off at the tip of the sword. I feel like my eyeballs will be pierced at any moment. I bit my teeth to avoid closing my eyes.
Calmly evaluated, I was much stronger in strength, but my opponent was slightly better in technique. Also, in the original swordsmanship, as long as it could be twisted with muscle strength, the role of skill would be greatly increased, so Sir Langboldt had a significant advantage over me.
“Hu-woo-woo-”
A confrontation where you can’t let go of tension continues, and you quickly run out of breath.
Sir Langbolt seemed determined to maintain this situation and suck my stamina.
When he tried to step back, he pressed the black ice and pushed his sword, and when he pushed, he walked over his legs while wrapping the blade with a magic cloak. When I reached out and grabbed my uvula or snapped my wrist, I twisted the interlocking swords to stop my actions.
“Sir-”
I swallowed the swearing that was about to come out of my head and caught my breath.
‘Firm your fingertips, flexible your waist, diligently your legs. But the most important thing is a firm heart and a cold head.’
When I recall Utequai’s words, my forehead feels a bit cold.
I caught my breath for a moment and shook my head abruptly.
Knock!
“hmm!”
When he opened his mouth and bit the middle of the sword, Sir Langboldt quickly twisted his wrist as if he was embarrassed. The rattling blade shattered several fangs and small molars, and partly tore the corners of the mouth.
Even in the midst of pain, I reached out my hand toward the opponent’s hamstrings.
Do you know that you will not be able to compete with me in a dogfight that involves rolling on the ground “like this” ?
In the end, he gave up the sword and stepped back.
visor!
He dropped the sharpened sword as if spitting it out, and took out a shortsword slightly longer than the palm of his hand and attacked Sir Lang Bolt.
Whoop.’
Sir Langboldt pulled off his shoulder straps and threw his cloak loose like a net.
He swung the black ice, but the enchanted blue cloak was incomprehensibly tough, and instead of being cut, it only wound around the blade.
“Damn-”
While I was throwing away my cloak, Sir Langboldt, holding the shortsword in reverse, flew away like a leopard.
“Hueup,”
he swallowed his breath. The world slows down for a while, perhaps because the senses are on edge due to the fierce battle.
Even in the scene played at low speed, Sir Langboldt came close quite quickly.
But ‘pretty fast’ couldn’t intimidate me.
Turn-up.
‘Death King’s scale handcuffs’ grabbed the short sword. Some of the scales were shattered by the sharp blade of the short sword. The glove is almost synchronized with my body, so I can feel the sharp pain. It will take several days to repair that damage.
For a while, I think.
I pulled the blade of my shortsword and at the same time pulled my right foot back and spun half a turn. Sir Langboldt quickly raised his arm, but my elbow pushed the guard away and lodged in my temple.
baek!
“Whoa.”
The world, which had slowed down for one breath, accelerated again with a short exhalation.
“o
Sir Langboldt took three or four steps back and then hit his butt.
“lily!”
Sir Langboldt waved his hand even though his eyes were half-closed as the frightened squire came running.
“I am done. Okay.”
Seeing his tongue twisted as if he was drunk, the servant hurriedly took out the potion. While Sir Langboldt took the vial and inhaled it, I inserted the knife and spat. Several pieces of broken teeth came out mixed together.
oh my jaw hurts It’s enough to suffer for a week…
“Did I lose again?”
Sir Langboldt, who had regained his focus before he knew it, stood up with the help of his squire and clicked his tongue.
“It was worth trying to some extent until not too long ago, but now I can’t compete with it.”
“It’s not quite like that.”
“To be humbled.”
To be honest, I’m pretty perplexed right now.
He was proud of himself for experiencing all sorts of adventures and even a big war and showed a ‘heroic’ rapid growth, but it was because he felt that Sir Langboldt had become incredibly strong.
Name: B
Level: 36
Class: Blood Knight
Stats: Remaining Bonus – 1
Strength – 35 (80) Agility – 32 (68)
Health – 33 (72) Magic – 27 (51)
Skill:
Blood Blade 7pt Loot 5pt
Blood Whip 3pt Blood Shield 5pt Iron Armor lpt
Flowing Blood 6pt Hot Blood 5pt Boiling Blood 2pt
Legendary Bloodline 3pt
Thirst 5pt Bloodthirst 2pt Red Grip 3pt Blood Vora 2pt
The last sparring with Sir Langbolt was in Longville. It was when I was level 22 or
23.
Compared to that time, I had risen by more than 10 levels, but the difference in my skills with Sir Langvolt was the same, or rather, it felt like it had decreased. Is it because I didn’t use hematology?
“I thought I had gotten stronger thanks to overcoming a series of trials recently, but it seems I still have a long way to go.”
Well, Sir Langboldt must have accumulated as much experience as me. I heard that he had been by the side of Prince Ulkar, who voluntarily jumped into all sorts of troubles, and then headed to his hometown, the East, to slander all kinds of things, and in his hometown, he had a hard time dealing with the pirates of the East… Actually, think about the case of my men
. It was no wonder that Sir Langboldt had grown so rapidly.
It took less than a year for Fritz, who was a good fighter in his own right, to become a skilled mercenary, to Donnel, who was just a deserted enlisted soldier, and to be reborn as a proud warrior.
These things couldn’t happen only around me, so it was understandable that Sir Langboldt’s remarkable skills had improved.
As I organized my thoughts like that, I bit my sword and rubbed my chin, which had become sore from sagging, before shrugging my shoulders.
“…how did you get along?”
“well? Isn’t this enough?”
“I’m glad then.”
As soon as they met, Sir Langbolt, who had been reunited for the first time in half a year, took out his sword first. I found out my true identity belatedly, so I can’t stay quiet even for the sake of my grandfather’s grudge.
“Nearly 60 years have passed. And I am not my grandfather, and you are not Admiral Oleg or Duke Buhale.”
“…well, that’s right.”
Admiral Oleg is the man who lost his left index finger during a duel with an unknown knight, and Duke Buhale is the man who used this as an excuse to start a war and kill Count Baton.
In addition, Admiral Oleg was Phoenix’s grandfather, the commander and conceived of the Bullscale Fleet, and Duke Buhale was Heila’s grandfather, the head of the twin royal family and ruler of Ireland. it was
“You can’t abandon your friendship with your comrades just because of old favors. A dance like this is enough.”
Even while mentioning the ‘sword finger war’ in which most of the family’s estate was burned, his tone was not too heavy.
As the second son of the great lord who ruled the southeastern coast of the kingdom, he must have learned from a young age that there would be no gains from revealing his grudge against Ireland.
In the end, the discomfort was entirely my fault.
“Anyway, welcome to Oduenne.”
“Welcome soon.”
“Whoops… I received the letter. You say your lord has made up his mind?”
“Ah yes.”
Sir Langboldt glanced behind me.
Dozens of large and small tents decorated with colorful ropes or fabrics formed military camps at the foot of a gentle hill. Because they could not enter the port city, it was the military camp of the Nudeins who settled on the outskirts.
In front of him, heavily armed Hares kisses were watching Earlshore’s guardsmen who had followed Lord Langbolt. It is a gaze that is close to staring.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the Nudans, including Hareskis, were sitting with their backs leaning against a nearby ash tree, wiggling their loosely braided legs.
Atalanta, also known as ‘Aran Hares’, sporting a tall figure in thin, narrow cotton trousers, was looking at Sir Langbolt with amber eyes. It didn’t contain any hostility, but it was the look in her eyes that made me feel a bit uneasy.
Sir Langboldt also looked at her, tying the tip of his mustache. I looked at the other party for a while and then said with a sigh.
“Is this all?”
“Yes what. High Castle is not a very relaxed situation either.”
“I see…
Sergeant Bran and his men, Antrum’s mage, Ogshlizo Master Epoz Ulkar’s two personal soldiers and a bundle.
All I brought from High Castle were nine like this.
“In the end, the success or failure of the work depends on the Steel Fleet and who the Danes are.”
“Thank you for saying that. My core shoulder was heavy.”
Sir Langboldt laughed silently and brushed the dirt off his buttocks and thighs.
“How about lodging? Are you thinking of staying here?”
“yes. I don’t think it’s a situation where I’m going to go into the city anyway…
“At least getting on my boat would be fine.”
“no way. You will suffer from seasickness for a while, but do you need to suffer already?”
“…yes, that’s right.”
“In the meantime, how are you staying here, sir? You should rest well before departure.”
He shook his head with a smile.
“It’s okay. I can’t feel the difference between water and land.”
As soon as Sir Langboldt’s words were finished, Atalanta let out a big sigh of relief as if to listen.
As I narrowed my brows and turned around, she smiled and smiled. ‘Why?’ I said.
Just as I was about to say something, Sir Langboldt finished his greeting.
“Then I will send news to Oduenne. Maybe we can make it tonight or… by noon tomorrow at the latest.”
“Okay Sir. Please.”
“Whoops, the only request is that you received the lord’s order.”
After a light handshake, Lord Langboldt left with his men.
Looking at the back of him wearing the cape, I remembered the conversation I had with Prince Ulkar in the High Castle’s castle two weeks ago.
