The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 624- Just Another Day In The Life Of The Extras

Reinhardt, having just been appointed the new Viscount of Snowpoint City, found his duties multiplying rather than diminishing.

After concluding the review and signing of numerous documents, he signaled for a servant to summon Bob and several other high-ranking knights.

They arrived at his office before long.

With a polite knock, Bob and the others entered. Reinhardt proceeded to brief them on the situation.

"The lair of the Earth Tycoon, a place discovered by Silvia and Vangeance, holds minerals of immense value. Orichalcum, in particular, is exceptionally rare."

He then presented the map provided by Silvia, his finger tapping the spot marked with an 'X'.

The mention of Orichalcum immediately made the knights' expressions turn grave. This ore was considered priceless.

Weapons and armor forged from it possessed the ability to dramatically enhance their power.

Reinhardt passed the map to Bob.

"Assemble a convoy and retrieve every piece of ore you can find from that location."

Bob acknowledged the order with a nod. "It shall be done, Commander."

Shortly thereafter, the knights departed to make preparations for the expedition.

As Bob was leaving, he encountered his wife, Anastasia, who was en route to the commander’s office carrying a tray laden with food.

"Heading somewhere?" she inquired upon seeing Bob emerge from Reinhardt’s office.

"That's right," he confirmed. "The Commander has assigned me a mission. I'll be away from the city for some time."

Casting a fond look at his wife, he added, "Take care of yourself and the Commander while I'm gone."

Anastasia's lips curved into a smile, and she offered him a confident smirk.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll ensure Lord Reinhardt's every need is meticulously attended to."

Bob chuckled and nodded, oblivious to the subtle double meaning hidden within his wife's words.

The expedition set out from Snowpoint City just before noon.

Leading the convoy was Bob, his armor gleaming, the crest of the Order of the Temple of Light proudly displayed on his chest.

Following behind him was a small contingent of elite knights, escorting several wagons designated for transporting the valuable ores.

The journey to the Earth Tycoon’s lair, as indicated on the map, proved to be quite challenging. The route was fraught with perilous cliffs and jungles so dense they obscured the sunlight.

The deeper they ventured, the more dangerous the surrounding wilderness became.

For an ordinary convoy of merchants or adventurers, such a journey would have been deemed impossible.

However, for the seasoned knights of the Temple of Light, accustomed to battling demons, it presented little more than an opportunity to invigorate themselves.

"Contact!"

At that precise moment, a ferocious roar echoed through the forest, and a colossal Basilisk burst through the dense foliage.

It was not alone; two more emerged from the sides, executing a pincer maneuver.

"A Basilisk. It’s been a while since I’ve faced one." Bob drew his sword with fluid grace.

Marcus and Grey followed suit, their weapons also unsheathed.

"Leave the Basilisks to us. The rest of you, remain vigilant for any other monsters."

Issuing this command, the three Holy Knights charged forward resolutely.

Despite being A+-rank monsters, the Basilisks, powerful as they were, posed little threat to the three Holy Knights. They were effectively outmatched.

Before long, the monsters were vanquished, and the convoy continued its advance.

"Damn it, your progress in [Radiant Ascension] is still superior to mine." Riding alongside Bob, Marcus voiced his frustration. He had been a full five seconds slower than Bob in defeating his opponent earlier.

"I've shared all that I know. It's your own failing for neglecting your training," Bob stated plainly.

"Relax, at least we're not confronting demons. There's no need for such intense competition among you all."

Marcus clicked his tongue. As friends and comrades who had achieved the rank of knights in the Temple of Light, and even Holy Knights, simultaneously, it irked him that his progress lagged behind Bob’s.

"You've even made strides in [Divine Beast Summoning]. If you dedicate this much effort to training, you'll end up worrying Anastasia," he added pointedly.

"What do you mean by that?" Grey, with a grin, elaborated.

"He means that as a married man, you shouldn't solely focus on training. You ought to allocate some of your attention to your wife as well. That way, your marital life will remain harmonious."

Bob blinked, gazing at his two companions, and shook his head slowly.

"You say that, but don't think I'm unaware. Both of you have ceased frequenting the tavern and have been intensely focused on your training for a considerable period now. As if you two are in any position to lecture me..."

"Oh, right. By the way, Bob, I heard Anastasia has leveled up?" Marcus inquired.

"Indeed, she has," Bob affirmed with a nod. "She's nearing Level 3."

Grey raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Are you assisting her in leveling up?"

"No. Anastasia is far too occupied for that. As the head maid to the Viscount of Snowpoint City, she is burdened with an immense workload. Some nights, she doesn't even return home, choosing to sleep at the manor due to her extensive duties."

"Sounds like a rough situation," Grey remarked, followed by a playful smirk. "So her demanding schedule... doesn't interfere with your marital life?"

"Not at all. Ana believes our connection transcends mere physical intimacy."

Bob urged his horse forward, leaving the perplexed Holy Knights behind.

"...What kind of response was that?"

"You sound like some kind of ancient sage!"

Bob merely shook his head, a knowing expression on his face. "It’s something you two wouldn’t grasp."

In reality, Bob himself had never placed much importance on such matters. His natural libido was quite low, a fact Anastasia was well aware of.

Because of this, she never raised the subject when they were together. Their relationship had always been straightforward: built on mutual trust, understanding, and peaceful coexistence.

For Bob, this was more than sufficient.

Hours later, they navigated a precipitous ravine. The path was barely wide enough for their wagons, with loose stones dislodging from the cliffs at every movement.

A single misstep could send a wagon plummeting hundreds of meters into the abyss below.

"Man... I have to say, it’s incredible how those two managed to traverse such a perilous area," Marcus voiced, astonished.

"They had no alternative," Bob explained. "The trial likely forced them down this route."

Shortly after, the narrow passage widened into an expansive, rocky basin. At its heart lay a colossal, ruined mound, surrounded by ground riddled with deep caverns and sharp fissures.

Bob unfurled the map Reinhardt had provided and aligned it with the landscape.

"This is it."

The Earth Tycoon's den was directly before them.

Bob exchanged a glance with his men, and they responded with nods. Their objective wasn't monster hunting or mapping uncharted lands, but to retrieve the valuable ores rumored to be within these tunnels.

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The time was early afternoon.

A luxurious carriage made its steady progress along the well-maintained road leading to Snowpoint City. Seated within was Marquis Boulevard.

The Marquis reclined against the plush seat, observing the passing scenery through the carriage window.

He was en route to see his wife, Melissa, who was serving Reinhardt as his secretary, a position assigned by the Queen herself.

It had been over six months since their last meeting.

"Sigh."

Boulevard let out a weary sigh. The life of a central noble was far from easy.

Endless political gatherings, administrative tasks, negotiations with other dignitaries, and the management of his own fiefdom—numerous vexing matters demanded his constant attention.

Naturally, he hadn't always been this burdened. In his younger days as a noble, he had reveled in his authority, unconcerned with his domain or duties as long as wealth flowed into his coffers.

Everything shifted after his encounter with Reinhardt and his subsequent immersion in a divine radiance. From that pivotal moment, he embraced a new path, striving to embody the virtues of a true noble, much like the man who had transformed his life, the epitome of noble conduct.

Nevertheless, these duties meant he rarely found time to visit his wife.

Furthermore, another grave matter had been troubling his mind: the crusade that had taken place a couple of months prior.

During that campaign, it came to light that Melissa's father, the Count, had been in league with demons and was consequently executed on the spot by the Divine Paladin.

The Marquis lowered his gaze. At the time, he couldn't even offer his wife comfort, as he was occupied with purging his own territory of demonic influence.

Boulevard clenched his fist, contemplating the immense sorrow she must have endured.

Fortunately, she was working under the Divine Paladin, an individual he held in the highest regard.

Viscount Reinhardt Arcknight, hailed as the kingdom's hero, a Level 10 knight whose integrity and honor were beyond question.

Knowing Melissa was under his protection provided the Marquis with a measure of solace.

What remained unknown to him was that his wife had already found peace from her grief long ago. Both her spirit and her body had been thoroughly mended by the very man he revered above all others.

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Elsewhere, within the confines of Snowpoint City, a door was flung open, and Karlo stumbled unsteadily into a dimly lit residence. Hiccup.

He was reeking of alcohol, his gait uneven.

"Delicia?" Karl called out, his voice slurred. Yet, no response came. The house remained silent.