Knight with Wand

Before leaving, I took Olivia to Longka and Plydon, and informed the village officials of the two places of the agency for emergency affairs.

Finally, the day of departure arrived.

Leon got up early, and while washing, he did not forget to remind Lina to help pack the items for the trip.

This time he was not escaping, and he would prepare all the travel equipment before departure.

Towel, toothbrush, tooth powder, and daily cleaning supplies were all available.

After drying his face and throwing the towel into the water, Leon looked up from the wooden basin, but saw little Lina staring at his head with curious eyes.

"What's wrong?" Leon touched his hair: "Is there something on my head?"

Lina shook her head: "No, brother Leon, I just think your hair color is very special."

Special?

Leon raised his hand and pulled a strand of bangs straight, lowered his head, and glanced at it.

It was still the original owner's brown hair, very ordinary?

"No, you can't see it yourself."

Lina raised her hand to lift her hair and pointed at the root of her hair: "I just noticed recently that the color of your hair here is different."

"Really?" Leon asked her to get a small bronze mirror, and then pressed her bangs to her head to expose her forehead.

It was true.

The hair color was about two centimeters from the root of the brown hair, and it was like a gradual transition, showing a completely dark black color, which looked like it was dyed, but it was covered by the hair on the head.

Leon put down his hair, picked up a wooden comb and shaved it, but didn't care.

Maybe it was a physical problem of the original owner, or maybe it was some genetic characteristic of the race in this world, who knows.

Now there is no way to take a taxi to the tertiary hospital to see a doctor.

After leaving the bedroom on the second floor, Lohak and Azerien in the two guest rooms next door had also gotten up and sounded like they were dressing up.

Leon went down first and put on the chainmail and leather-lined armor he had prepared in advance, and then covered himself with arm armor and shin armor to protect his shoulders, arms and calves.

Putting on a large hooded cloak to protect against wind and rain, he looked down at his simple outfit.

He felt like he had changed from a knight to a demon hunter.

If it wasn't difficult to draw the sword with a long sword on his back, he really wanted to COS JOT.

Yes, for the three of them at present, it is obviously irrational to wear a full set of knight plate armor all the time during long journeys.

Even if the horsepower of the Uriah noble warhorse in this world is extremely strong, enough to support the long-distance travel of a fully armored knight, but unfortunately, the physical strength of the three teenagers is not enough to support the fatigue of wearing armor day and night.

The baggage has limited weight, so Leon will only bring the luxurious armor of Baron Kantadar and the black battle robe that he hates.

This is for Azerien to wear when something unexpected happens in Kantadar, and pull the big flag of Baron Doson to scare people.

The remaining two sets of knight plate armor could only be placed in the territory and given to Olivia for safekeeping.

After putting on his sword, Leon went to the backyard and asked Hawke to lead the horses out.

There were four horses in total. In addition to the three warhorses, they also brought an ordinary packhorse for carrying bags and fodder.

After Lohak and Azerien put on their scattered armor like "demon hunters", the three of them mounted their warhorses and walked out of the village.

They got up very early.

But in fact, the tenants in the village got up even earlier.

Came to the entrance of the village and looked at the fields.

Every household, regardless of men, women, old or young, went to the fields early, and people tried their best to fill the labor shortage.

Leon glanced and saw that Olivia seemed to have seen them.

The girl who was working with her sleeves rolled up straightened up and waved to herself in the wheat field.

Leon also waved to the girl as a simple farewell.

Crossing the hillside, the three of them and four horses trotted on the dirt road leading to the town.

Turning west at the first fork in the road, passing through the woodland and the valley, the view suddenly opened up.

The sky was blue and the clouds were white, the grass hills were undulating, the sun was shining on the vast plains, and a few lines of birds flew across the sky, a scene of ease and contentment.

There were no enemy soldiers to hide from, and no beasts to chase them.

On the winding road, riding the horse, sometimes trotting for a while, sometimes strolling, walking and stopping, Leon even yawned a little on the shaking and bumpy horseback.

No matter how many topics there are with the companions, there is always a time when they run out of things to talk about. They can't find anything to talk about, so they fell silent and concentrated on their journey.

With the blessing of the BMW under their crotch, they only took half a day to reach the base camp of the Thorn Flower Family.

The town was named "Farolis" on the map.

It is not known whether the ancestors of the Thorn Flower family named the town after their own surnames, or whether they named their family after the town.

There is also an outer town area similar to the "castle town" built later outside Farolis. It is said that the population of the whole city is nearly 10,000.

Although it is not as big as the Holy City of Rolandar, the hometown of the original owner, such a scale is not small in this era, not to mention that the population of the villages in the barony is far greater than that of the towns.

Walking through this low-rise building complex, we came to the solid city wall about eight or nine meters high. The guards guarding the city gate stopped everyone and collected tolls from them according to the regulations of the territory.

Leon had to take out the leather bucket where the documents were stored and showed the guards the canonization documents representing his and others' knighthood.

The captain of the guards unfolded the luxurious parchment and carefully checked the seal of the lord. He then looked at these young boys with disbelief and quickly bowed to apologize.

The three did not get entangled, and urged their horses to walk into the city while the soldiers bowed their heads and bowed.

The nobles had many privileges. If commoners entered the city, they not only had to pay money, but also had to get off the horse and walk, but knights naturally did not have so many restrictions.

However, there were many residents in Faroris, and many roads were not wide. Many buildings in the city were newly built, which squeezed the already limited space.

Especially when passing by a crowded market, they could only dismount to speed up the passing efficiency.

The bustling market was full of noisy shouts from vendors, shouts from children playing, and all kinds of quarrels and laughter.

But at the same time, all kinds of strange smells lingered in the environment.

There was the fishy smell of livestock and poultry, the sweat and body odor of people, and all kinds of indescribable smells.

Turning one hidden corner after another, Leon selectively ignored those indescribable things with suspicious shapes, and tried to hypnotize himself to look straight ahead.

It seemed as if he had returned to the memory of experiencing the public toilets in the imperial capital more than ten years ago.

In contrast to the environment of this town, the village of Selva, which was full of rural smell, smelled ten thousand times fresher.

At least the open environment in the countryside would allow these smells to drift away with the wind.

He was not surprised by what he saw and heard. Even his own country had spent more than ten years to rectify the urban environment. At present, this feudal town was obviously incapable of managing public health.

Leon left the crowded market, followed the road in the town to the upper city near the castle, and his nose gradually became better.

I don’t know if he has adapted or the air is really fresher.

Slowing down a little, Leon looked up at the end of the road leading to the distant highlands, the lord’s castle with towering walls far away from the residential area, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

Regardless of whether it is comfortable or not, this towering and majestic fortress looks magnificent.

Leon naturally also longs to own such a solid fortress.

Unfortunately, this thing is really not affordable for a poor knight like himself.

Without visiting the feudal lord's castle, Leon has learned from the letter sent by Lord Balf a while ago that Baron Elliver led his army across the Valley County again to support the war in Mamor County and is not in the city at the moment.

Going around the road, before leaving Farolis through the gate on the other side, Leon asked passers-by and found a tavern in the upper city with a stable.

Several people dismounted and prepared to have lunch before leaving.

Taking off the hood of the cloak, Leon and the other two walked into the house, found a corner to sit down, paid for the horse feed, and ordered drinks and food.

He never drank in his previous life, but now he is used to drinking beer.

There is no way, he can't be hypocritical and ask every store to boil water for him on the journey.

As for the raw water provided by the store, Leon couldn't imagine how dirty the water source in this crowded town was. He couldn't help drinking.

Fortunately, the alcohol content of the alcohol in this era was very low.

The poet leaning against the wall plucked the strings and hummed a sad rhythm: "The shadow of war, the earth is empty.

The people suffered, and despair was rampant.

Famine lurked like a thief in the night,

leaving only the footsteps of death and destruction."

"Famine? The barony is a good year this year. The lord just beat up the Kantadar. If there is a famine, it should be a famine for the southerners. Change a song, change a song."

The loud-voiced guest who paid for the song interrupted the poet's chant.

"Ahem, then..."

The poet cleared his throat and changed to a song praising the brave.

After hearing the satisfying poem, the loud-voiced merchant turned to look at his drinking buddy: "I'm telling you, I'm not talking nonsense. I saw it with my own eyes when I was in Deyatuk County. How could it be false?

There is a saying here that a giant dragon flying north is definitely a bad omen for the southerners. The general will definitely be able to sweep the fields and make a long march to the south this time."

"With your eyes, you can see the wild ducks flying in the sky as giant dragons when you are drunk. That's enough." The drinking buddy laughed mercilessly.

The merchant paused and waved his hand dejectedly: "Forget it, it's boring to talk about this with an uneducated guy like you. Let's talk about the trip to River Valley County a few days ago. The people there told me that many refugees ran to the south, and I'm afraid there will be a famine."

"Where will there be no famine when there is a war? Just stop bragging about dragons. If you see His Majesty the King's flying dragon in the king's territory, I will believe it a little bit," the drinking buddy replied while chewing a steak.

Accompanied by the sound of the poet's piano and the discussions of the guests, Leon and the other two quickly finished the food in front of them without distraction, and got up again.

Wiping his mouth, Leon looked around the guests in the tavern before leaving.

There were resident poets and boastful drunkards, but unfortunately, there was not even one person dressed like an "adventurer".

Even the waiters were three or five big and rough men, not as pleasing to the eyes as the servants at home.

Leon shook his head and felt that it was not good.

In this kind of occasion, there should be a few adventurers with swords and cloaks, who looked very mysterious and stood in the corner silently pretending to be masters. That would be called atmosphere.

Next time, go to a cheaper tavern to see if there are such pretentious guys.

After eating and drinking, the three left the tavern.

Riding a horse out of the city from the west gate, they walked onto the Kingdom Avenue marked on the map and went farther and farther to the west.

This trip will first go to the big city of Buneros to see if there are any messengers who can help deliver letters.

To go to the west, you must first cross Kossos County and Brinker County to reach the next-door Great Territory.

Fortunately, the routes were all highways, with many villages and towns along the way, and there were few traces of bandits. The few people rode good horses, held weapons, and were not afraid of ordinary wild beasts.

In just two days, the three of them approached the border between Brink and Kossos.

This is easy to recognize, because as we move closer, there is a very eye-catching mountain at the junction of the two counties.

Walking on the mountain road, Leon stared at the simple map in his hand.

If they walked correctly, next to the mountain next to them, they should have escaped from the outer woodland of the Nightmare Forest.

"Leon, look there, there's a body."

Rohark patted his companion on the shoulder from the horseback.

After hearing this, Leon raised his head and immediately put away the map and looked in the direction pointed.

But the corpse beside the mountain road had obviously been dead for a long time, and the appearance of the rotting corpse could no longer be distinguished.

However, the shape of the armor he wore looked very familiar.

"Kantadhar?"

Leon urged his horse forward and looked down at the enemy soldier whose armor was broken and whose death was miserable.

"Maybe it's one of the parts that ran away from Selva." Azarian stepped forward to observe the huge and terrifying laceration on the waist of the corpse, and guessed.

"Did that big guy actually chase them all the way here? That's awesome." Lohark said in surprise.

Leon sighed: "This is easy for the griffin. We walk slowly, but in the sky, it may not take long for the griffin to fly all over Kossos County. Those Kantars who were targeted by him at the beginning There's no way the Dar man can escape pursuit, well, it would be great if he could carry us."

"Maybe it has built a nest on the top of this mountain. Why don't you go up and discuss it with it?" Azarian looked up at the towering mountain and joked.

"With that mountain climbing effort, I'm afraid we might have reached Bunieroz." Leon shook his head.

The gryphon left that day and never came back, and now he doesn't know where to make his home.

Since he started raising horses in the territory, he has gradually given up his fantasy of "Death Claws".

Can't afford it at all.

Ka Sledgehammer can ride the Deathclaw. He is the emperor, and he is just a little knight. How can he have so much money to burn.

Even if the griffin's food was calculated in terms of cattle and sheep, it would cost a terrifying amount of money to eat for a year. What's more, the big guy also likes to eat horses. How can he afford it?

It's definitely not possible to tempt it to follow you simply by relying on food.

That guy can come to Selva to visit him occasionally, which is considered loyal enough.

Of course, I would still look for traces of it if I have the chance in the future. Maybe it actually built a nest nearby as Azarian said.

If you can offer it some sacrifices from time to time, it will be a protection fee, and maybe it can protect the safety of Selva.