Chapter 2: Are You Done?

    Ch 2 Are You Done?

    Ian took the stance of swordsmanship.

    It was to hold the stick with both hands and aim the tip at the opponent.

    Johnson, the supervisor, burst into laughter at the sight.

    "Puhaha! You think you''re a knight!"

    It wasn''t just him.

    Even the serfs around agreed.

    "I guess you had a dream of becoming a knight sometime last night."

    "He thinks he''s a real knight. I''ve seen it somewhere."

    "It''s going to hurt a lot if you get hit like that. Even now, pray to the supervisor, you son of a bitch!" One of the gang members shouted.

    It was natural.

    Currently, Ian was in poor shape.

    In addition, what he was holding was a stick that wouldn''t be strange if it broke quickly.

    Johnson, on the other hand, was in a completely different situation.

    "This fist is enough for you!"

    He ate so well that he had bigger stature than most adults. If you put Ian next to him, they would look like a giant and a little boy.

    The problem wasn''t just the size.

    “The supervisor is a person who has made achievements with this great swordsmanship in the past!”

    "Yes! He learned the sword from the knight himself!"

    "Why don''t you pray for it now? Maybe it can end with just one leg!"

    A soldier who said so to his opponent had already made a name for himself. It was natural for his gang to cheer for him.

    But for Ian, it was all the same.

    How to catch your breath before you fight.

    The posture before going at the opponent.

    Ian’s eyes shone as he breathed out slowly.

    Johnson bit his lip as if he was displeased at the sight.

    “If you get even one hit, I’ll exempt you from serfdom for today!”

    As Ian was about to open his mouth to say something...

    "That is if you could!"

    Johnson''s fist flew at Ian.

    A lethal attack aimed at the slightest distraction.NewW novels updates on

    Ian felt the fist was like an attack that knights used to throw under the guise of practice.

    He didn’t know why, but unlike then...

    ‘I can avoid it.’

    Everything seemed as slow as a slow motion.

    Ian avoided Johnson''s fist while drawing a big arc with the stick.

    And using the power and inertia of the other person.

    Puck!

    He hit Johnson on the leg with a shaky posture.

    Johnson’s jaw slammed to the floor in an instant.

    "Cough!"

    That wasn''t the end of it.

    Ian drew another arc as if he were dancing.

    Then he put his weight on it and hit him from above.

    Bang!

    The goal was Johnson''s head.

    Johnson’s head slammed into the ground with a sudden shock.

    He couldn''t even scream at the shock.

    And didn’t he expect Ian to struggle before?

    "What the... what the hell happened?"

    "Johnson was a soldier! But how could he lose to Ian the serf!"

    "This is ridiculous! It''s a scam!"

    People prattled on as they fell into shock.

    But Ian didn''t even care about their reactions.

    "Ugh···"

    Far from being nervous, he approached Johnson, who couldn''t even lift a finger due to the great pain.

    Then he pressed his Adam''s apple down with the stick.

    "Cough!"

    Johnson couldn''t even open his mouth properly. Shame and suffocating pain blocked his mouth from uttering a single word.

    Ian spoke quietly to Johnson.

    "He must be looking for his mother''s keepsake."

    "Pardon? Oh, yeah! That''s right. How do you know that?"

    Johnson grinned instead of answering.

    How could he not know?

    In fact, he was the one who stole Ian''s belongings.

    Sometimes, when he checked the serfs’ bags, he would get a lot of good stuff.

    And for Ian’s stuff, it''s going to be worth a lot, even though he was initially going to use it on an expensive drink in a good bar.

    “Kukk. I have a better idea.”

    Johnson''s eyes were crooked insidiously.

    Sure enough.

    "Where is the Lord?"

    “Since he’s inspecting the Harvest Festival... maybe he’s at the town hall side?”

    "Good, that''s great."

    "What? What do you mean?"

    Johnson instead only laughed and took out Ian''s belongings.

    He couldn''t knock him down head-on.

    But it''s a one-on-one problem.

    "A kid pretending to be a knight. Can you stand properly in front of the Lord''s soldiers?”

    ‘You''re just going to die struggling.’

    Well, he didn’t know that that brat had learned from the knights who had experienced the battlefield.

    ‘It seems like this time, he wants to catch the Lord’s eyes and make a career out of it.''

    Johnson hurried out of the supervisor’s room.

    Fortunately, the Lord was someone he communicated with very well.

    "You''re just a poor bastard, you don’t even know who you are messing with."

    Johnson''s eyes gleamed with life as he hurriedly headed to the town hall.

    ***

    “Where the hell is it?”

    Ian, who was searching in Johnson''s room, narrowed his brows.

    ‘I thought Johnson would have hidden it here.’

    He was a guy who usually went through the belongings of the serfs and used it for his cigarettes or alcohol if there was anything useful.

    Such garbage that would steal even his one and only mother''s belongings.

    That''s why he searched in his usual safe, but he couldn''t find it no matter how hard he looked.

    ‘Don''t tell me he''s carrying it around.’

    Well, the chances were high.

    Ian didn''t know because it was worn out at that time, but now that he thought about it, it was of high quality as it belonged to the royal family.

    ‘I''m sure. By this time, it has already been sold.’

    That''s why he couldn''t find it himself in the past. Thanks to Johnson, his score in the knights’ eyes was greatly reduced.

    It was only natural.

    ‘I cried because I couldn''t find my belongings.’

    The knights frowned at his pathetic appearance. And they shoved his body into a wagon when he asked for more time to find it.

    Of course, this time he had enough time to calmly search for the relics, but...

    ‘In the past, the knights reported to the Duke that I had no possessions through the carrier pigeon.’

    He was only able to figure out that it was also missing because the knights who had come to pick him up first asked about the relic.

    Anyway, it wasn''t good.

    The first question he heard when he first met the Duke was why he lost it.

    Ian didn''t know back then, but now that he thought about it, it was his first fight with the Duke.

    ‘The knights are coming soon. I have to find the relic before they come.''

    Eventually, Ian no longer searched the room.

    ‘Tsk. I''ll have to find a place where he might have sold it.’

    Well, it wouldn''t be easy.

    It was at that time when Ian started to move with clenched teeth.

    Creakk.

    The door suddenly opened.

    Ian frowned at the sudden light pouring in.

    ‘Is it him?’

    But soon Ian was surprised.

    He had no choice but to do so.

    "Are you looking for this?"

    What the man was holding...

    It was because he had a familiar pocket from his memory in his hands.