Knight with Wand

Passing by the lobby, many women who had taken refuge in Olivia's home had already woken up.

They organized spontaneously, some started to help clean, and some left the house to prepare food for everyone.

No matter what hardships and sorrows we go through, life will continue to go on.

Leon followed Olivia into the old blacksmith's room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the strong old man trying to get up and get down.

"Father, you should get more rest now."

Olivia frowned, a little dissatisfied and angry, and stepped forward to push her old father back to the bed and cover him with the quilt again.

"Oh, I'm not that fragile yet, Olivia." Old Brian complained with a wry smile, but seeing his daughter's tough attitude, he had to give up.

He leaned back on the bed and turned to look at Leon.

Looking at the young man wearing silver armor and carrying a sword at his waist, the old man's eyes were slightly startled, and he didn't know what he was thinking of, and his sentimental expression revealed a bit of sadness.

"You are here, young man. Please forgive the old man for being rude and inconvenient to get up. Please sit down."

After speaking, Brian propped himself up, sat up as straight as possible, bowed his head and apologized: "Before talking about anything else, let me apologize to you for my attitude and doubts last time."

Leon waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, Uncle Brian. Olivia also found other suitable places for us that day. I don't take this little thing to heart."

He turned around and said, "Besides, things are unpredictable. If you hadn't rejected our idea of ​​renting a farmhouse that day, I'm afraid that when those Kantadar people attacked, we would probably be dead."

Leon's words were not polite.

A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

If the old blacksmith had promised to rent them a place to live, and the three of them had not lived in the mill tower outside the village, they might have been suddenly attacked by the Kantadar army in the village.

At that time, let alone looking for opportunities to sneak in and save people, they themselves would not be able to protect themselves. It is very likely that they would die early in the chaos before the griffon could unexpectedly intervene.

"One code is another code. My unintentional actions can never offset the rudeness to you before, not to mention that you later risked your life to save my daughter."

When Brian said this, there was a bit of regret in his eyes.

He looked at his daughter and said with sincere gratitude: "Olivia told me what happened. I really don't know how to thank you. It doesn't matter if my old bones die, but if Olivia has an accident, I will go to hell." There’s no way to make peace with either.”

The old blacksmith's lips trembled with excitement.

"Father, don't say such things again. Please cherish your life. Isn't this what you taught me?" Olivia sat on the bedside and consoled her.

After looking at his sensible daughter, Old Brian stopped his inappropriate words in time. He nodded, suppressed his almost out-of-control emotions, and gradually calmed down.

He looked at Leon again: "Although Selva is no longer a safe place, I can guarantee that if you have no place to stay, my house will always open the door to you.

If you are short of money, don't be shy. I will try my best to provide any help I can. "

Seeing the old blacksmith's sudden change of attitude towards him again, Leon felt deeply for the love of parents in the world.

Judging from the age of the other party, he estimated that he was in his fifties or close to sixty. Considering Olivia's age, this child could be said to be a child of old age to the old blacksmith.

I haven't heard that Olivia has any other siblings. It seems that the only surviving child is obviously much more important to her parents than her own life.

"Money is not necessary, but a friend of mine was slightly injured and now it seems that he really needs to recuperate in your residence for a period of time."

Leon exchanged a few simple greetings and said to Olivia: "I won't disturb Uncle Brian's rest. I want to visit Azarian. Is he still in the original room?"

"Well, Azarian is next door. I just sent him food. Remember to go get breakfast from Aunt Miliya," the girl warned.

When the young man politely stood up to say goodbye and left the room, Old Brian turned his head and looked at his daughter with fear in his eyes.

"What a terrible nightmare. Fortunately, you were fine in the end. Whether these children admire your appearance or your pure chivalrous heart, I can't repay them."

After hearing this, Olivia turned back and looked at Brian displeased: "Father, please don't make baseless assumptions about my friends or insult their good deeds. Do you think I'm a princess in a fairy tale? I'm just a country girl. It’s not worth your life.”

Old Brian opened his mouth, but in the end he could only nod, as if he just didn't want to make his daughter angry: "Well, at least it has been proven that your ability to judge people's character is more accurate than that of a father."

Olivia's mood became depressed: "I would rather everyone in the village survive. Uncle Matt, Grandpa Andro, Grandma Lorna, and many younger brothers and sisters in the village. Many, many people will be gone forever."

"That's not your fault, don't blame yourself needlessly." Brian comforted.

The girl couldn't help but think: "If all the village militiamen hadn't been expelled"

"That's just increasing the number of victims." The old blacksmith reached out and rubbed the girl's hair.

"Not everyone can be as strong as you, my daughter, and even you can't protect yourself. So what if the strong men who were taken away from each family are still in the village?

Do you expect them to defeat those ferocious Kantadar cavalry with their spears and short swords? It would be better to say that they escaped disaster by not being in the village. If even they were killed, the whole village would be completely destroyed. "

"I know, father, but if, if I can become stronger" the girl lowered her head unwillingly and looked at the sword that was always on her waist.

Brian saw his daughter staring at the hilt of the sword in a trance. He couldn't help but hesitated, and finally sighed helplessly: "I will no longer stop you from learning swordsmanship in the future. The world is getting more and more chaotic. I am old and it is difficult to protect you. Even a remote place like Selva is inevitably involved in the war."

As he said, the old blacksmith looked out the window: "If it doesn't work, when I recover from my injuries, I will give this house to the three young people and we will move to the north."

"How did you rest?" Leon walked into the guest room where Azerien slept and greeted his partner who was eating breakfast on the bed.

Azerien chewed bread and dried meat, turned around and saw Leon in armor, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but joked: "Your outfit is good, I want to get out of bed and bow to you, Lord Leon."

"That common people can't afford it, Sir Azerien." Leon exaggeratedly supported the sword and bowed.

Seeing his partner's weird etiquette, Azerien was amused, but he immediately shook his head: "I didn't inherit the title and territory, so I can't be called a knight. But even if there is a chance to take back my father's territory from the Kantardars in the future, you must not be so sarcastic to me, it will give me goose bumps."

After experiencing these life and death and fighting side by side, the friendship of the three people now no longer cares about each other's background.

"Okay, no jokes, how do you feel? There is a set of armor waiting for you to try in the warehouse." Leon moved a chair and sat next to his partner, snatched a piece of bread from his plate and started to eat.

"Other things are fine. I don't feel much pain after sleeping. It's just that my leg was badly injured at the time, so I can't walk for the time being." Azerien replied.

"Then you should rest well these days. After saving Olivia, Uncle Brian now regards us as his benefactor. No one will chase us away anymore, and we don't have to run around."

"Where is Lohak?" Azerien asked.

Chewing the bread, Leon answered casually: "He is helping the village to look after the prisoners. A Knight Cantadar survived, and we don't know what to do with him."

"Wait a minute, Knight Cantadar." When mentioning Lohak and the prisoners, Leon seemed to suddenly think of something.

The boy on the bed looked at him in confusion.

Leon ate the food in a few seconds and got up quickly: "I'm afraid I have to trouble you to come with me for a favor. I'll carry you over."

"That's fine by me, but what do you want me to do for you?" Azerien put the tray on the table beside him and asked curiously.

"Do you remember the Cantadar officer who bought Lohak's sister?"

Leon stepped forward to help his companion up and explained: "I still remember the white bird emblem on the noble officer's robe. If I'm lucky, the Cantadar knight under Lohak's care may know which noble family the emblem represents. You understand Uriah, so you can interrogate him carefully."