Knight with Wand

Chapter 54 Knight

"How is it possible, how is it possible!? How could he walk through the forest?"

Listening to the lord's recognition and appreciation of the foreign boy, Boris was so frightened that he screamed in despair.

"Shut up, you shameless person!"

Baron Earliver looked at the village ruffian indifferently and angrily said: "Your slander against the brave almost brought shame to us. I should really cut off your tongue that spits out hatred."

"I'm willing to do it for you, my lord." Knight Balfu, the old god, spoke out.

"Tongue? No! No! Sir, it was the villain who was wrong and stupid!"

Boris knelt on the ground in horror, and knelt down and begged for mercy: "The villain has no eyes, and cannot recognize people! Spare me! Spare me!!"

Baron Earliver no longer looked at the ugly appearance of this despicable villain. He looked at Leon aside.

"Young man, this man has repeatedly offended you in deceitful ways. How do you want to deal with him?"

Leon thought for a while and asked the baron: "Sir, I am from Serian and I don't know the laws of Orland. I would like to ask you for advice. This person first gathered a crowd to rob but failed, and then used drugs to commit the theft. What is this? How should crimes be punished?”

Elliot nodded to the young man and felt more appreciation in his heart: "In my territory, such a villain should have his hands chopped off, hanged and his body displayed in public, and all his property confiscated."

After hearing this, Leon continued: "If you dare, please temporarily take him into custody. His crimes are far more than the crimes he committed against me and my partners. I want to disclose all his crimes to the villagers and then punish them together."

"Is there still a crime? Well, okay, that's fine." Elliot turned to the retainer and ordered: "Lock up this dirty guy first and wait for the verdict."

"Yes! Sir."

Balfe roughly picked up the trembling Boris from the ground, and dragged him down while he was crying and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Seeing that the clown had temporarily withdrawn, Leon looked at the two almost identical swords in Baron Earliver's hands.

If he doesn't know the connection between the two at this moment, then he is as stupid as Boris.

Taking off the equally gorgeous scabbard from his waist, Leon offered it with both hands: "My friends and I picked up this sword next to the body of a knight. It turns out to be your property. Please forgive me for tampering with it without permission." Take it for self-defense.”

After hearing what Leon said, although he had accepted the news in his heart for many years, Elliot's eyes still dimmed slightly.

He put his sword back to his waist, raised his hand to take the thing returned by the young man, and then slowly put his ancestor's sword into the scabbard.

"Genuine dwarven steel. This is the ancestral sword of my Faloris family, the Blade of Thorns. It is also the sword that my father always wore before he went to the forest and disappeared."

Baron Earliver handed the collected family treasures to the attendants aside for safekeeping, and then said: "The sword on my waist is just a replica that I found someone to make later. Leon, please return my family heirloom sword." Original owner, I will not disrespect you for this character, and thank you for bringing back the last news about my father.”

Leon lowered his head and leaned forward, sweating slightly on his forehead.

I decided in my heart not to tell the other person the details of how I got the sword.

Although it was the spirit demon possessing Lohark who cut Earlif's father into pieces with his own hands.

But Azarian also chopped off the undead knight's head with a sword in the process.

His soul was even drawn out by himself and used as a wick to burn.

Thinking about the situation, the other party wouldn't blame it too much.

However, it is better to do less than to do more. This detail of the fight that was too exciting for someone else's son should be buried with him forever.

Besides, after leaving the cursed place that day, the soul saved in the wayfinder immediately dissipated from the lamp as soon as it appeared in reality.

According to Miss Laura, what is this called?

The souls of the dead have returned to the Dead Sea.

This can be regarded as a certain degree of soul returning to his hometown and resting in his grave.

No wonder the place they arrived at was Selva Village. It turned out that nearby was the territory where the noble soul lived.

"Okay, everyone, don't stand at the door. Ask people to bring more stools and chairs. Come in." Count Trossa smiled and patted Leon on the shoulder: "Where are your partners? Let me see you too. Meet the other two warriors."

"I'll call them over right away." Leon bowed.

I just took advantage of the opportunity to quickly remind Rohark and Azerion, and re-explain their confessions, omitting some details of their experiences.

For example, the fight with the previous Baron Farolis and the fact that Rohark was possessed by a demon were mentioned as much as possible. Anyway, the countless zombies and the strange environment they encountered were enough to explain the dangers involved. .

When Leon and his friends returned to the big house in his hometown in the village, the nobles and knights who had previously gathered at the door had already entered the hall.

The big house in the village's hometown used to have the function of convening villagers for meetings, and it was not crowded even if it could accommodate twenty or thirty people at a time.

Leon carried Azarian on his back and walked into the house first. The attendants on the side slightly stopped Rohark, who was carrying a halberd and axe.

"Put the long weapons outside and I'll keep them for you. It would be rude to bring them in." The attendant guarding the door said to the tall young man.

Carrying a sword is part of the etiquette of a warrior, but long-handled weapons are not included, and it is inconvenient to bring them in to receive an interview with your Lordships.

"Oh." Lohark didn't dare to cause trouble, so he handed the knight's halberd and ax to the other party.

The attendant went to catch it with one hand, but it fell unexpectedly, causing his arm to fall off.

He opened his eyes wide and bent down quickly, so that he could not let go under the weight.

"Sorry, this thing is really heavy. If I hadn't eaten well and slept well recently, I wouldn't be able to move it." Lohak apologized and hurried to help him steady the halberd.

"Uh, it's okay."

The attendant's face was slightly red and a little embarrassed. He saw that the boy looked normal and didn't expect that the halberd was so heavy. He almost embarrassed himself by taking it with one hand.

Holding his lance under his arm, the attendant held the halberd with both hands and raised it. Seeing Lohak scratching the back of his head embarrassedly, he turned around and walked into the hall, and he sighed in his heart.

These kids are really extraordinary.

At the top of the hall, Trosa, who was discussing the front-line war with Baron Elliver, looked at the three teenagers who entered the hall.

Seeing that Leon was carrying a partner who was obviously injured and inconvenient to walk, the old earl hurriedly asked the attendant to bring chairs for them.

The three of them thanked him respectfully and then sat down on the newly added seats.

"What are your names? Tell me about your origins." Trosa asked kindly.

"Azerien Flarel, respected sir." The son of the noble tried to straighten his upper body, lightly touched his forehead with his left hand, and then saluted slightly on his right shoulder.

"You are not the son of a commoner?"

Trosa saw the identity represented by the other party's etiquette.

"Yes, sir, I am the son of Baron Shaleman of the Council of Rolandar City, but my father has died in Rolandar, and my family's territory has fallen into the hands of the Kantadar people." Azerien answered truthfully.

Leon listened and couldn't help but glance at the boy.

To be honest, he and Lohak really didn't ask each other about their family background along the way.

The original owner was born a commoner, so naturally he didn't know who this Baron Shaleman Flarel was.

But the title of the Council of the Holy Land City is not a small figure in the common sense of this body's memory.

Although it is meaningless to talk about this now, the entire Holy Land City has fallen, and no matter whether it is a big person or a small person, it is all over.

"May your father's heroic soul rest in peace." Trosa nodded.

Then, the old earl looked at another tall young man in black armor.

"My name is Lohak. My father is a sergeant of the Sword Guard of the Rolandar City Guard. He also died in battle. The rest of my family has been killed. Only one sister is still in the hands of the Kantadar people. Her whereabouts are unknown." Lohak answered honestly in a low voice.

"There is a proverb in Orland that after extreme misfortune, it will not be long. You will see your relatives in peace again." The old earl comforted.

Then, it was Leon's turn to talk in detail about the life experience and tragedy of the hunter family of the original owner of this body.

While listening, Count Trosa's fingers instinctively tapped the armrest of the chair.

The situation of the Holy Land City in the east is worse than the description in the news sent back to Orland.

The Kantardar army was so brutal that it slaughtered the ancient holy city that had stood for a thousand years.

And he also learned some information from Lohak that he had never heard of before.

For example, the siege equipment that the Kantardars could fly over the towering walls and accurately attack the targets inside the city when attacking the city, and the thunder and lightning that were enough to collapse the thousand-year-old walls. When did the Kantardars get the help of a group of powerful wizards?

Putting down his complicated thoughts, the old earl returned his attention to Leon's story again.

The boy talked about the three people becoming prisoners, then working together to kill the mercenary guards, crossing mountains and ridges, sleeping in the open, fighting monsters, avoiding wild beasts, and accidentally following the river into the Nightmare Forest.

Not to mention that no one has ever known the true appearance of that dangerous place, just hearing that there is no sky, no direction, and all kinds of zombies wandering around in the forest is enough to make people marvel.

"You said you met a wizard's soul in the cursed land?"

Hearing the boy's adventure, Count Trosa and a group of nobles who were listening suddenly became very interested.

Here it comes, Leon thought.

He continued to tell the story of the cursed land after the adaptation.

In this version, he accidentally met the ghost of an old wizard with a white beard who died in the cursed land, and finally escaped from that area with his help.

The reason why he specially adapted Miss Lola's story to this point is really a last resort.

He couldn't explain Lola's origins, and letting these people know that he still carried the soul of a mysterious deceased person might cause trouble.

Finally, and most importantly, Leon didn't know whether Miss Lola was willing to let others know her existence.

After all, she had helped him countless times.

Although it was inconvenient to communicate at this moment, he was still looking around through his own eyes.

He didn't want to disrespect the privacy of this mysterious wizard lady and make his savior angry.

So Leon, while ensuring that the general experience was true, attributed Lola's help to him to a certain Gandalf with a white beard.

Anyway, these nobles couldn't really go into the cursed land to verify it.

He continued to talk about rescuing the injured griffin and saving the village.

After listening to the boys' wonderful journey like a heroic adventure, the knights present relished it as if they had watched a drama.

This is much more interesting than the stories made up by the actors in the theater in the capital. More importantly, this is a real experience with evidence.

"Do you still have the guiding spirit lamp?" A voice came from the side seat.

Leon looked there.

He saw a middle-aged man holding a strange hammer-headed long staff and wearing a half-robed armor, looking at him with a sharp look.

"This is my warlock advisor, Lord Hilgard. He is from the Northern Association." Trossa introduced to Leon.

Warlock?

Is he a mage?

This is also the first spell caster from another world that Leon has met besides Miss Laura.

But looking at the burly man with back hair, wearing thick armor, carrying a steel mace staff, and a sinewy face.

Leon feels that there is a big image gap between him and the Master in his impression.

If he hadn't said anything, he would have thought that this big man was a warrior who smashed people's heads with a war hammer.

"It's a pity, sir, that small wooden cage fell apart as soon as it came out of the forest." Leon shook his head.

This is not true. The structure of the spirit lamp is indeed not strong, but it is not broken. It just loses its soul as the wick and is temporarily useless.

Leon has an inexplicable hamster fetish, and he is reluctant to lose this magical instrument that has supernatural power in his eyes.

Who knows when it will be needed.

And the reason for lying at this moment was still the same. He did not want and should not show Miss Laura's creation to outsiders without her permission.

"What a shame."

Hearing the answer, Hilgard was disappointed, but continued to ask: "According to what you just said, the crossbow arrow that injured the griffin is still there after all, right? Can you let me take a look."

Leon nodded, that thing didn't matter. Miss Laura looked disdainful and disgusted at that time, so it must not be a rare thing.

"Do you need me to get it now? Sir Hilgard." Leon asked him.

"No, I'll talk to you later." Hilgard shook his head.

Trossa waited for his old friend to finish talking, and was about to speak when he heard Baron Earliver at the second table suddenly say to Leon: "What are your plans in the future?"

Trossa glanced at the Baron of Thorns and instantly saw what he was thinking.

The old count touched his beard and felt pity, but he wisely put down his original idea.

After all, he found it on someone else's territory, so he had no choice but to live in adult beauty.

Leon heard the question and turned to look at the local lord.

He heard that this nobleman seemed to be interested in helping him.

After thinking for a moment, Leon organized his words and replied to Earlipher: "As you can see, my friend was injured in the battle, and his legs and feet are temporarily inconvenient. I am afraid he will have to rest in your territory for a while."

"What about after you recover from your injuries?" Baron Earliver asked.

Leon continued to answer: "We initially planned to go to the town to find some jobs within our capabilities to settle down and accumulate wealth, and then help Lohark find the whereabouts of her sister and rescue her from the Kantadar people, and then .

Maybe we will return to our hometown, or maybe one day we will try to find the murderers who killed our families and let them pay their blood debt. "

"Well, whether it's searching for and rescuing a friend's relatives, or taking revenge on the enemy, this requires strength." Baron Earliver said meaningfully, turning to look at General Trossa.

The old count smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, the baron thanked the other party.

Then, he turned to Leon and announced his decision.

"In recognition of your two righteous deeds of saving this village and returning the Thornblade to me, as a thank you, I give you two choices.

If you want to return to your hometown, I will give you two thousand gold crowns as a reward, buy any trophies you cannot take away at the market price, and then send knights to escort you safely back to the Kingdom of Serian."

Leon and the other three listened with excitement in their eyes.

Two thousand gold crowns!

If they hadn't heard about the life-paying price of the Kantadar meat ticket before, they might have reacted even more shocked.

Don't think that the Kantadar knight can offer a thousand gold crowns to the villagers to pay for his life, just because it's not a lot.

In order to survive, the captured knight noble had almost wiped out the savings of several generations of his family. No matter how much more he had, he would not be able to get it back even if he was killed.

But now, excluding the trophies, with this huge sum of money plus the looted Kantadar gold coins, returning home with such a large amount of wealth, even if they are just three unknown people, they can become the guests of countless high-ranking officials and nobles.

Leon took a deep breath in his heart, suppressed his restless mood, and continued to listen to the baron's subsequent choices. Generally speaking, the most important thing was the last one.

"Or, you can choose to be loyal to the Kingdom of Orland, become my knight, and become a vassal of the Thorn Flower Family." Baron Elliot finished his words with a calm smile.

Compared with the first choice, which is a huge amount of wealth that can make even a serious facial paralysis patient smile.

When he said the second choice, he seemed so calm and relaxed.

Is this still a choice?

The three of Leon looked at each other, and the excitement in their hearts quickly calmed down.

For them who have gone through many hardships, in this world, compared with simple huge wealth, the power to protect themselves and their wealth is the truly precious and priceless treasure.

And to be able to leave this choice to three fifteen or sixteen-year-old children.

The other party's appreciation is beyond words.

Even Count Trossa raised his eyebrows in surprise. Even though he admired these three young men very much, he just wanted to take them in and train them as personal attendants.

As soon as they come up, the half-grown children are canonized as official knights. Generally speaking, this is a treatment only given to the crown prince of the royal family.

You know, on this continent, even for many descendants of nobles, large and small, it is difficult to obtain a knighthood after they are in their twenties.

Some unpopular heirs of the family remained with the lord as servants even into middle age.

Leon and Rohark stood up from their seats, and Azarian also stood up with a little difficulty with Leon's help.

There was no need to discuss, they just exchanged glances and made the wisest decision at the moment.

Then there is only one answer.

Lu Bu, who was like half a liter of purine, met Dong Zhuo for the first time, and Leon looked at Baron Earliver with eager eyes.

This middle-aged handsome guy, hey, the more I look at him, the more I like him.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary man with a flat head who was often scolded by his boss. The closest he came to the exploiting class was when he was cosplaying in front of the mirror while wearing the armor and handicrafts he bought.

Unexpectedly, in this life, he could transform from the proletariat to the evil feudal aristocracy.

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir. We are willing to dedicate our loyalty to you. So, do we need to prepare a ceremony?"

Azerion, who was still familiar with this kind of situation, asked. After all, in Serian, the etiquette process of canonizing a knight is not simple.

"No, in Orland, as long as there is a knight to witness it, it is our crowning ceremony." Baron Earliver shook his head and stood up.

He pulled out the sword from his waist, placed the tip of the sword on the ground, and his expression became serious and solemn.

Almost at the same time, all the knights without titles also stood up from their seats, pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, and stood solemnly in the hall.

A knight following the baron acted as a ceremonial officer and said to the three young men who were about to be ennobled:

"Leon of Thrion.

Rohark of Rolanal.

Azarian of House Flarel.

Come forward and bow down on one knee to the person you are about to swear an oath to. "

Leon glanced at Azerien beside him, wondering if he needed help.

The noble son smiled, shook his head at him, then endured the pain and stepped forward together with his companions.

At this moment, Azarian only regretted that he was in bed and didn't have time to put on his armor, or even prepare a dress.

The three of them bent their right knees to salute, placed their left hands across their left knees, put their right hands behind their backs, and raised their heads to await the canonization.

Baron Thornflower raised his sword and placed the blade on Rohark's shoulder on the right.

"In the name of courage, you must be brave and fearless in the face of a powerful enemy, without any cowardice."

As he spoke, the baron raised his hand and placed the sword on Azerien's shoulder on the left side.

"In the name of the kingdom, to protect the land and the country, you will defend the people and overcome tyranny."

Finally, the blade came to Leon's shoulder in the middle.

"In the name of heaven, knowing injustice, you must uphold justice and punish evil."

The baron raised the sword and held it in front of him with both hands: "In the name of the gods and loyalty to the monarch, you must be loyal and trustworthy and abandon lies.

I, Elipher Farolis, make you knights of Orland, and give you the fiefs of Selva, Ronca, and Platon in equal measure.

I swear that your allegiance will never be stained with dishonor or injustice.

You will drink and eat with me, and there will always be a place for you in my castle. "

After the baron finished speaking his oath, the knight behind him reminded the young men who had been ennobled: "Read it to me, I swear it."

“.I will fight for the Thorn Flower with honor and my life.

Fight for Olander.

Fight for the territory and the people! "

The three young men's oaths were very resounding.

The baron put away his sword happily: "Rise up, my knights."

Leon stood up in a daze, his brain a little unresponsive.

Not because of this brief and solemn canonization ceremony.

Rather