Knight with Wand

"Brothers just want to give him a good beating to teach him a lesson. Don't worry, no one will be killed."

The fierce man with a scar on his face patted the dancer's butt impatiently, urging her to do as she was told.

After accepting the reward from these gangsters, the dancer thought that the money would save her from working for several days, so she suppressed her suspicion.

Under the moonlight, people in the darkness of the alley ended their brief conversations, and the dancer turned around and came to the door of the tavern to calm down.

She walked up the steps and pushed in the door. With a shy and touching expression on her face, she came to the melancholy poet.

"Sir, your singing is like a spring breeze passing through my heart. I wonder if you would like to compose some beautiful melodies with me tonight."

The dancer's cheeks were red and she boldly held the poet's arm in a straightforward courtship.

The poet who was leaning on the beam stopped the poem he was about to sing. When he saw the beautiful face of the dancer, his melancholy expression immediately turned into a proud smile, and his temperament suddenly became rich and greasy.

"Ah~ cute little nightingale."

The poet put down his piano and put his arms around the dancer's waist: "Why not? Maybe I will write a new poem for you tonight."

He always accepts free encounters.

There were boos all around.

"Are you leaving now? We haven't heard enough yet. At least sing a few more heroic epics." Several drinkers knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

"Sorry everyone, I am a free-singing minstrel. I will not just stop and sing in one place. Let the uneducated and unskilled person from before do it. Although his poems are like things about the cycle of grains, his voice is not good. At least it’s not bad.”

The bard raised his hat and pulled the young dancer upstairs without any hesitation.

The tavern owner shrugged. The poet was just staying here for a few days to perform for charity, and there was nothing he could do to save him.

"Sir, go outside~" The dancer lay next to the poet's ear and gently seduced: "Just like what you just sang, let's try to have a tryst under the night like in the poem~"

Field faction?

"Hahaha, okay~~" The poet said with joy, a lustful smile on his face, as if he was surprised that this girl knew how to have fun, and his steps couldn't help but become a little lighter.

"Come on~" The dancer pulled the poet out of the tavern.

"What a pity. Your Excellency's poetry is really nice and beautiful."

Azarian watched the other party being pulled out of the tavern by the dancer, feeling a little regretful.

Even when his father held events in the past, he had never invited a poet of this caliber.

When he didn't hear an answer, he looked at Leon, only to see his partner peeking out of the window.

"What are you looking at? What's going on outside?" Azarian asked.

"Let me see what's going on." Leon waved his hand at him, wondering if it was a common occurrence in the tavern like a fight.

Under the hazy moonlight night, the dancing girl walked into the alley with the smiling middle-aged poet.

As soon as the dancer turned around and lay down on the wall, the poet's hands touched his pants. Seven black figures immediately emerged from the dim shadow behind her.

The ambushers swarmed up from behind the poet, and their big hands wearing thick leather gloves covered the poet's mouth, which was about to scream in terror.

The remaining few people restrained the poet's hands and feet.

The dancer turned back, covering her mouth in fear, not daring to stay for a moment longer, turning around and running into the night.

And those people didn't pay attention to her. The vicious gangster headed by him whispered into the ears of the struggling poet: "It's easy for us to find you, but you still dare to stay in the city. Mr. Roddy asked me to report to you on his behalf." Say hello, Master Goliad."

The poet, whose mouth was gagged with leather gloves, shook his head frantically from side to side, as if he noticed something through the faint light. He jerked his head to the left, hitting the kidnapper's nose, causing the man to have a noseache and turn red.

"!Help!! Help me! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The poet took advantage of this only opportunity. In panic, he raised his head to look at the eyes between the window leaves on the wall and shouted for help. However, he was immediately punched in the stomach and doubled up like a shrimp in pain.

The kidnapper, who had regained his composure, became angry and pinched the poet's cheek, and stuffed the cloth into the poet's mouth.

Letting his men tie up the struggling poet, the leader of the gangster who was touching his nose looked up in the direction where the other party had just called for help, and directly met the eyes of Leon who did not dodge behind the gap between the window leaves.

"Stop meddling in your own damn business! Let's see if we get together again and I'll do you!" The gangster leader pointed at Leon behind the window and threatened with his yellow teeth bared.

Leon ignored him and just watched as the accomplice next to the man picked up the tied poet and ran out of the alley groaning.

"Damn it, are you still watching!?"

The gangster leader who walked to the alley turned back and saw that the eyes were still staring behind the gap in the window leaves. Before leaving in anger, he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it towards it.

Leon let go, and the falling window leaves snapped, blocking the incoming rocks.

Apparently.

This is not a simple fight.

The word lust means a knife on the head. Unfortunately, the phonetic word for lust in Ferru language does not have this connotation.

However, thinking of the poet's frightened eyes and pleading, he still felt that he should do his best to help, and it would not be in vain for the knight's oath he had just sworn for a few days.

Turning back to explain to Azarian what he had just seen, Leon stood up and walked towards the guard who was drinking at the table in front.

Azarian also pulled Lohark, who was bored, to follow him.

Leon patted the guard on the shoulder: "Oh, I saw that the poet was kidnapped outside."

Before he finished speaking, the other party came to him with a dazed look in his eyes, mumbling something like "Mary~Mary".

Silently dodging the drunk's grab, Leon pushed the man away.

Helplessly turning around and going to the bar.

He told the tavern owner what he saw, but the owner spread his hands.

"If it happened in the store, I would try my best to stop it, but since it happened outside the store, I don't want to care. We can't cause trouble for ourselves in our business." The tavern owner shook his head and said he could not help.

"Then can you tell me where I can find the guard in charge?" Leon asked.

"Go out and walk to the right, you may meet patrolling soldiers." The tavern owner pointed in a direction.

Human lives are at stake, Leon did not delay any longer and immediately pushed the door out.

The hazy color of the moonlit night enveloped the street, and there was only a lonely cool breeze under the shadow of the empty person, and the dozing Lohak also woke up.

"Go call the guard?" Azerien asked on the side.

If the guards had really come, the poet would have been chopped into pieces.

"You go and notify them, I'll chase them and see what's going on." Leon nodded to him.

Those thugs carrying a living person shouldn't be able to run fast.

Separately, Leon and Lohak followed the direction of the road the "kidnappers" left.

Turning the corner, they saw from a distance that the men carried the poet into a secluded back street.

Drawing their swords, the two quickly chased after them.

As soon as they walked into the middle, they found that the "kidnappers" had already thrown the tied-up poet in the corner, and the thugs in leather armor were waiting for them with swords and hammers.

"I told you not to meddle in other people's business. Have you listened to this guy's heroic songs too much? Or have you drunk horse urine?" The leader of the gang patted the blade in his hand and said viciously: "I'll give you one last chance to get out of here, otherwise I'll sink you and this guy into the Rushina River to feed the fish."

Leon frowned and looked at these guys who were standing in an awkward position.

Their steps were sloppy and empty, without any posture or gait. They were just some brave and fierce hooligans, only slightly better than the village ruffians they met at the beginning.

"We are knights of the Thorn Flower Family in Gray Fir Valley. For your repeated rude remarks, it is merciful to sentence you to whipping and caning. Even the execution of you is reasonable."

Lowering the sword, Leon warned the leading thug: "Now I order you to explain your kidnapping behavior immediately."

"Knight?" The leading thug raised his eyebrows and looked at the two young men in cloaks in the moonlight.

One was ordinary and the other was tall, but the appearance of both was obviously that of young boys who had not faded. He couldn't help but laugh contemptuously: "Where did this little brat come from to play the Ranger Knight game here?"

"Haha~ If you are a knight, I am the Count of Buneros~!" The thugs on the side also laughed unscrupulously.

Leon touched the leather bucket on his waist, but considering the dim night, he gave up this useless move.

Besides, even in broad daylight, none of the illiterate people in front of him could read or recognize the Thorn Flower emblem.

The face is too young. Maybe it will be more convincing to cover up the appearance in the future.

"Don't talk nonsense, boss, kill them." An impatient thug shook his head and raised the iron-wrapped club to step forward.

"Leon, this." Lohak scratched his cheek and looked at his partner with a strange expression.

The son of a sergeant who grew up in the barracks didn't know whether to kill him or deal with it according to the experience of fighting in the city of Rolandar in the past.

"Just treat it as a drunken exercise, try not to cause death."

After all, it was not in the Gray Fir Valley. Leon took off the scabbard with his left hand, raised the sword with his right hand, and put the sharp blade back into the scabbard in front of him: "Quick fight and quick decision."

"Okay." Lohak put away the long sword, and a grim smile appeared on his honest face.

Without Olivia's daily beating, he had nowhere to vent his energy all the way, and he was almost sick.

Seeing that the two teenagers were so foolish as to take the initiative to put away the sharp blades, the gang leader who was still hesitant immediately called his men to surround them side by side with a fierce momentum: "Come on together! Make a few holes in these two guys!"

Not wanting to throw the scabbard away, Leon just held the handle with his right hand, and held the scabbard with his left hand, and took a left step.

He held the weapon on the right side with both hands using half-sword technique, and took a "half-sword hoe" to meet the enemy who rushed on.

Perhaps he was used to the weird steps when Olivia beat him up, and seeing that the gangsters who ran straight up couldn't even move forward and backward in a group fight, Leon was even a little disappointed.

He took the initiative to step forward to face the attack that was coming straight at his face, stepped diagonally with his right step, and moved his body.

The shiny arm armor protruded from under the cloak, and he raised the scabbard to block the thoughtless chop, and at the same time, the pommel of the hilt held in his right hand hit the gangster's face like a hammer.

Several bloody yellow teeth were knocked out of his mouth, and his side chin was hit by a hammering force that was more terrible than a heavy punch, knocking him down instantly, giving him a baby-like sleep.

Then, from the half-sword hoe style, the force was dispersed, and Leon naturally switched to the "True Cross" style of facing the enemy sideways.

Learning the key points of the "cat spin", every joint of the body was linked to exert force as much as possible, with the right foot as the center point, the steps were rotated, the left arm drew a circle, pressed down the scabbard hard, and knocked down the blade that stabbed almost at the same time from the right side.

The end of the scabbard pointed directly at the enemy's face, and easily broke the gangster's nose.

The gangster covered his face with both hands and wailed with his face up.

Lifting the handle and turning around, Leon held the sword at an angle and used a frontal "pseudo cross" posture to face the enemy on the left who was separated by this step.

But he saw that the gangster with a vicious expression was already retreating in fear.

Just a breath.

At the same time, all his companions who surrounded the young man fell.

A man fell to the ground peacefully with his feet upright, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

One hugged her face and rolled and screamed on the ground like her dead mother.

Holding the iron-headed mallet in his hand, the gangster's legs became weak and he couldn't feel the sense of security brought by the weapon: "...You, you, you, you are really knights?!"

Leon tilted his head and just smiled.

He understood why the knight whose head was shot by him was not interested in treating him.

If the enemy is eight feet away from you, you can see through all the opponent's next choices and actions. You will not feel the pressure, and naturally you will not be able to stimulate your body and brain to respond to crises.

Not far to the right, Lohark, who only used his two fists, was only a moment slower than Leon, and then solved the other four enemies that surrounded him.

The tall boy's right arm wrapped in an iron glove lifted up the gangster with his head hanging down and his body lying limp. He shook his head and dropped the guy whose face was as swollen as a pig's head with no eye slit. He regretted that he hadn't warmed up yet.

He couldn't hold back his strength and almost beat the person to death, but he still felt that the beating was more painful when Olivia pinned him in the corner and beat him.

Lowering his sword with both hands, Leon slowly walked towards the last gangster.

"Now do you want to honestly confess to the kidnapping, or do you want to have a good sleep with your friends?"

The frightened gangsters instinctively wanted to escape, but they could only lean against the wall behind them. This was the position they chose to surround each other, but now they had no way to retreat.

Throwing down the mallet, the gangster's knees weakened, and he raised his hands and knelt on the ground like a concubine: "No, no, no, no, young master! Master Knight! I offended you just now without thinking, please give me a few kicks to vent my anger, sir, you can give me a lot." Save some good parts.

The villain was just settling some personal grudges for the boss. Besides, that guy wasn't a good person either. The younger ones kidnapping him were just dog-eat-dog at best, but they didn't hurt any honest people. "

"What do you mean?" Leon frowned.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the gangster raised his head and pointed at the middle-aged poet who was tied up in the corner and hunched over like a caterpillar.

"This guy's name is Goliad, and he's not a good guy! The boss paid a lot of money to treat him at home because of his reputation. As a result, this bastard not only ate and drank for free, but also seduced the boss's wife. She was abducted by him and there is no news about her to this day. , it took us a while to find the trace of this bastard."

"Ah?" Leon hung up his sword again and couldn't help scratching his head. Did he do bad things with good intentions?

He looked at his companion and pointed at the struggling poet not far away. Rohark immediately walked over and pulled out the rag balls from the man's mouth.

"Ahem, cough, bah! You're spitting blood! When did I abduct Lord Rody's wife?

I just slightly guided the beautiful lady with broken wings to break through the cruel prison and be free to find true happiness~" the poet retorted awkwardly, and used an exclamation at the end of the words.

"When you were running away from your boss's house, you jumped out of the window of my wife's room with your butt naked. Who else could it be if you hadn't kidnapped my wife?"

The gangster couldn't help but cursed angrily. When the boss encountered such an experience, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for the scumbag. Which man can bear the weight of the green crown on his head.

"Ah, those are just the beautiful memories that the pair of mandarin ducks gave me as part of their farewell. How do you ordinary people understand the soul resonance in them~"

As he spoke, the poet sang again, as if he was reminiscing.

Leon pinched his eyebrows, really regretting meddling in his own business.

The people in this city are so tossing, and he didn't quite understand the confusing relationship information for a while.

Fortunately, at this moment, there were urgent footsteps coming from outside the alley. When he looked back, it was Azerion who came with the guards holding torches high.