Knight with Wand

A mysterious breeze was exhaled from the mouth and nose, carrying the smoke with a strange fragrance out of the body. The airflow that gathered but did not disperse, under the disturbance of weak magic, blew away the air in front of Leon.

The magic element in the body stimulated his sleeping brain.

Wake up.

The touch of the voice in the heart seemed to reach the depths of the spirit.

Leon was startled and opened his eyes.

In the darkness, only a few wisps of faint moonlight penetrated from the hole in the attic to the third floor.

Before his confused brain was completely awake, the sudden approach of the candlelight made Leon's heart alarm.

The footsteps on the wooden floor were very light, but still very obvious in this silent night.

Is there a thief?

Leon half-closed his eyelids without making a sound, quietly waiting for the uninvited guest to approach.

The intruder seemed to be getting bolder and bolder. The figure in the dark stretched out his right hand directly to Leon, trying to grab the sword in his arms.

Leon suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the opponent's wrist with his right hand like an iron clamp, and dragged him to the ground with a sudden tug.

"What!?"

The intruder screamed, and the candlestick in his hand rolled and extinguished in the imbalance.

Leon attacked with his left hand at the same time, grabbed the opponent's collar, and imitated the ground skills demonstrated by the corpse knight, flipped him sideways and pressed his body on the opponent's waist.

"Lohak! Azerien! Get up!"

He shouted loudly to try to wake up his companions, while grabbing the intruder's arms and pressing the struggling opponent to the ground.

The shout was not loud, but the two sleeping people showed no signs of waking up, which shocked Leon.

Boris, who was restrained, struggled wildly: "Damn it, how can you be okay!?"

It was difficult for Leon to completely press him down for a while, so he simply let go, grabbed the long sword beside him and flipped over.

He drew out the blade while standing up.

Before Boris could stand up, he felt a cold edge pressing on his neck while squatting.

"If you move again, I'll separate your head from your body."

Leon warned coldly.

The sharp sword had already cut a wound on Boris' neck, and blood immediately dyed the blade red. The severe pain and fear on his neck made Boris sweat and stop struggling quickly, begging for mercy: "Wait a minute! It hurts. Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Boris raised his hands in fear and gave up resistance, fearing that the escaped slave boy would really do it.

Leon tilted his head and finally saw the other party clearly in the dim moonlight. A masked cloth covered the man's face.

Leon leaned the sword against the other party's throat, reached up and removed the dagger on his waist, and then pulled the cloth on his face, only then did he recognize that the other party was the young village ruffian who tried to rob him before.

"You are so daring. Do you really want to test my sword with your life?" Leon cursed angrily.

Glancing at his companion who was still lying unconscious on the floor, Leon suddenly felt murderous.

"Lohak!? Azerien!?"

He called out again, but his two companions still did not respond.

Leon could not help but get angry. He looked at the bastard in front of him and kicked him hard in the stomach with 100% force.

The young village thug was kicked by the furious boy and vomited bitter water. He fell to the ground with a painful face and kept retching.

"Bastard." Taking a step forward, grabbing the guy's hair with his left hand, Leon held the sword across his neck like killing a chicken.

I have overcome many difficulties along the way, but today I have capsized in the hands of this worthless fish? !

"What did you do? Why can't my friend wake up? I'll give you one last bit of time to explain. Don't exhaust my patience."

Leon gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. If the other party's answer gave him the worst result, he would make this scum live a life worse than death.

Boris's pants were almost wet with fear. He shouted in horror.

"Fainted! They just fainted! They are fine! I swear, I swear!"

"How can we make them wake up!" Leon shouted.

"Just wait a while! A quarter of an hour, no, two quarters of an hour! At most, a while! They will wake up naturally. This medicine is not life-threatening! Really, don't kill me! Sword, sword, sword! Move away! Move away! Ah ah ah——!!" Boris screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

After hearing this, Leon calmed down a little bit of the murderous intent in his chest.

"I'll wait with you for a while. If they don't wake up in the end, I promise to peel your skin literally." Leon looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Boris was shaking like a sieve, not daring to speak again, and could only nod humbly.

Why? Why didn't it work on him alone? Boris cursed the profiteer who sold the medicine in his heart, but he didn't understand. He had experimented on the villagers and it worked every time.

Why was it so unlucky today that it didn't work on this boy?

But it worked on the other two guys? !

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of the sword blade on his neck that had already cut into his skin, Boris had never hoped that time would pass faster in his life.

From time to time, Leon couldn't wait to call out to his unconscious partner. Every time he called out without getting a response, Boris would be frightened and beg for mercy without thinking.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes had passed that Lohak and Azerien woke up faintly under Leon's shouting.

In the moonlight, the two saw the scene in front of them, were startled, and quickly climbed out of the quilt.

"What's going on?"

They drew their weapons and surrounded them.

Seeing that his companions were indeed fine, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was a false alarm.

"I don't know how this guy got in, he drugged you and wanted to steal our sword, luckily I'm fine." Leon stepped on Boris and knocked him to the ground, and explained simply.

The words were light, but Lohak and Azerien couldn't help but feel a chill in their backs.

"Damn, I almost fell for this guy. Leon, I say just kill him, anyway we're leaving during the day." Lohak raised his hand and pressed the broken sword heavily on the back of Boris' neck.

Boris immediately lay on the ground and howled hoarsely.

"Hey, don't be impulsive." Azerien picked up Boris's dagger from the ground beside him and quickly advised his companions: "Killing him now is just to vent your anger. Why should you be troubled by his worthless life before leaving? It's not worth it to get wanted for such a thing."

"What should we do? Just let him go? This son of a bitch has been causing trouble again and again. I really want to chop him into mud now." Lohak said angrily.

"Azerien is right. Since you two are fine, we still don't need to bear the debt of life for him." Leon calmed down, put away his long sword and sighed.

Boris panted heavily. After hearing this, his panicked heart was like being pardoned.

But Leon changed the subject: "Of course, we won't take this dog's life, but we still have to teach him a lesson."

"What do you mean?"

Lohak saw Leon start to move his fingers, and he couldn't help but smile slightly. He put away the broken sword and raised his hands to pinch the joints until they cracked.

Azerien blocked the stairs tacitly.

For nearly an hour, Boris' screams could be heard on the third floor of the windmill tower until his begging and cries became weaker and weaker.

Leon and his three men practiced their fists and kicks on the human sandbag until their hands were sore. They dragged Boris, who was covered with wounds like a dead dog, to the door of the mill and kicked him down the hill.

Watching the almost dying figure rolling down the slope, Leon clapped his palms with great pleasure, feeling refreshed.

"Go back and rest for a while. We will set off in a few hours before dawn."

Leon and his three men returned to the windmill. This time, they didn't want to take a nap, so they simply packed up the blankets and quilts and rolled them up.

Several people leaned against the wall, squinting their eyes and pretending to sleep until dawn.

Leon frowned and decided to wait until dawn to warn the old blacksmith and Olivia about the drug in Boris's hand.

He didn't have the energy to stay here and tangle with the mean village thugs. He should leave this problem to the little lion and Brian the blacksmith.

In the grass under the hillside, Boris, like a dead dog, fainted for a long time. It was so long that the coldness of the night penetrated into his bones, and he slowly woke up with pain all over his body.

He was grinning with pain all over his body, but perhaps because he was used to being beaten by Olivia since he was a child, he even had a little strength to endure the pain and climb up.

The dark clouds covered the moonlight, and Boris was crying in the dark darkness without tears.

What is stealing a chicken and losing a rice? He didn't touch the sword and got beaten in vain.

He touched his waist again, and even his dagger was lost in the windmill.

Of course, he didn't dare to go back to get it now.

".Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Boris scratched and kicked the dark grass in impotence and rage, cursing all the dirty words he could think of in his life.

Cursing the three fugitive slaves from other places, cursing Olivia, cursing everything he could imagine.

He walked and walked with a limp.

After a while, Boris raised his head again, and found that he seemed to have gone in the wrong direction under the moonlight that peeked out from the clouds again.

Not only did he not return to the village, but he walked an unknown distance on the small road to the east.

Now he didn't know who to curse. He spit blood and wanted to turn back, but suddenly, Boris saw a dense fire in the distance, and the faint sound of horses' hooves was running towards the village.

Robbers? !

He was so scared that he quickly lay down in the bushes beside the road, and Boris was so nervous that he held his breath.

Amid the rumbling sound of horses' hooves, the team was very fast, and the cavalrymen holding torches quickly stepped on the dirt road in the countryside and galloped past.

Boris felt a chill on his back.

He carefully poked his eyes out and vaguely saw the particularly conspicuous features of the armored cavalry.

Human-faced helmets shining with metallic luster under the torches - this is the symbol of the army of the Kingdom of Kantadar!

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and Boris suddenly remembered the nonsense excuse he had put on the heads of the three teenagers before.

Could it be that those little bastards were not escaped slaves, but they were really spies of Kantadar! ?

There may be only one update today, something happened. If I come back early, there may be a second update in the evening. If I come back late, there will be only one update today.