Dear Broom Knight

"Lyon! You damned madman!"

A furious roar came from beside the ruins.

Lyon mocked loudly, "Did I force you to bring so many elemental bombs into the Barony of Gzaal?

Heh heh~ According to the rules of the Northern Kingdom, anyone who dares to possess so many elemental bombs deserves only death.

What? Did you think your connections with those great nobles in the interior would grant you immunity?

Baron Gzaal wouldn't publicly violate the King's orders for their sake!"

He chuckled twice before continuing, "Or do you think Lorry Montes is so young that he wouldn't suspect any ill intentions when you bring such things into his territory?

Does he look like a three-year-old?

No, even when he was three years old, he could…"

Lorry watched with a gloomy expression as Lyon led the few knights from his company into the ranks of the Live Feather Knights. Lyon himself directly spurred his horse to stand on Cheska's left flank, forming a small triangular formation with Mar on the right flank.

The current formation of the Live Feather Knights was a large triangle composed of smaller triangles.

The bards and scholars of the Tiger Mercenary Company skillfully applied buffs to them.

As for the two swordsmen, they were retreating from the battlefield covered in wounds… The explosion just now must have been when they detonated the alchemical bombs hidden by the enemy.

Although bards could also help heal a bit, they weren't proper healing professions, so even though the two swordsmen had healing buffs on them, their injuries were still quite severe.

Lorry frowned, and two fireballs directly smashed towards the little thieves lurking in the shadows, attempting to assassinate the two swordsmen.

"Someone in the sky!" Although one was blown away, the other reacted quickly, rolling on the ground, only suffering minor injuries, and was still able to shout.

The Live Feather Knights, who had just finished charging and overturned some enemies, turned back from the flank.

The knights who looked up at the sky made some strange noises.

After recognizing that the person riding the strange-looking broom was their boss, the respected Lord Baron Gzaal, most of the knights were clever enough to take back those strange tones.

Except for one person.

Lyon asked loudly, "Ah! Lorry, uh, Baron, are you riding a broom because you can't ride a horse?

Why not a magic wand?"

"You want a magic wand?"

Lorry silently pulled out a slender magic wand from behind him… containing 50 Greater Fireball spells personally made by his teacher, and unhesitatingly waved it down.

"Ahhh!" Lyon burst out with a scream, "Be careful!

Don't, don't, don't! I won't ask, I won't ask!"

Although Lorry's main target was the piled-up ruins, he certainly wouldn't easily let go of the verbose Lyon.

Using the corner of his eye to confirm that the two swordsmen had left the ruined area, and that the scholars and alchemists had also retreated after casting their spells, joining the other adventure groups who had left earlier, Lorry waved the magic wand in his hand, releasing spells even more fiercely.

He didn't let go of any enemy hiding in the corners.

Although Lyon was very annoying, he wasn't wrong about one thing.

Lorry would indeed not let go of these guys who dared to bring alchemical bombs that could blow up half his castle into his territory.

Even if these people's target wasn't him personally.

Even if the one who sent these people was the King's own son.

As for those innocent people below who were shouting, the unlucky ones, whether they were really unlucky or not, no one would complain for them even if they died.

The only thing Lorry could do was to let them die quickly.

If he acted with a saintly heart at this time, letting go of any one of them, even a real child, would bring him endless troubles… not only those great nobles who were afraid of exposing their identities and tried to silence them, but also those conspirators who felt that the Barony of Gzaal had opportunities to exploit.

Sitting on the broom, Lorry's face was ashen.

Of course, this wasn't the first time he had killed someone.

Every time he traveled alone, or even just climbed a high mountain, Lorry would encounter some greedy adventurers who tried to kill him because he was too well-dressed, too fair-skinned, and looked too childish.

These adventurers certainly wouldn't be unaware that Lorry was definitely a noble, and that killing him would inevitably have endless consequences.

But this was the border.

After killing Lorry, they could directly escape to the neighboring country through those smuggling routes… The wilderness could always cover up too many things.

If they died for too long, even if the awakening array could record a lot of aura, there was no way to discover any traces from the decayed corpse.

As long as they never appeared in this country again, they could avoid their families being implicated.

Moreover, these adventurers who could only do tasks in the wilderness had more or less some problems, and most of them didn't care about their relatives anymore.

And Lorry would never go out without being prepared.

It looked like he was traveling light, but in essence, in addition to his own combat power, he also carried very considerable destructive weapons.

Especially those powerful curios obtained from manor achievements, which he usually didn't dare to take out.

Games, even games that focused on farming and supplemented with war, had weapons or small artifacts that were mighty, powerful, and very cool.

The light and shadow effects were top-notch.

Including certain daggers named for assassination, all of them were shimmering with silver light.

Lorry was a bit crazy, but not so crazy as to publicly take these things out.

But in the wilderness where he could silence people and burn away all traces, if he really encountered a crisis, Lorry would definitely use them.

He had already stained his hands with blood at the age of eight.

But he had never sent so many lives away at once.

Lorry, who had cast Eagle Eye on himself, could calculate… in just a short while, he had already killed more than seventy people.

After the fifty Greater Fireballs of a level 10 mage blasted the entire ruins, before the Live Feather Knights, who had timely evacuated after discovering something was wrong, were left with only a pitted open space.

"Cheska, check the surroundings, leave no spies behind," Lorry ordered expressionlessly.

"Yes! Lord Baron," Cheska quickly directed the knights to divide into two nine-man formations, back-to-back, and set out to patrol the surroundings.

Lorry glanced at the still-burning pit and turned to fly towards the castle.

However, looking calm and collected, he had just passed through the window and landed when he rolled directly to the ground and kicked the broom away with a bang.

The ivy was too conductive. Lorry had been on fire for too long, and his butt had been hot for just as long.