Knight with Wand

"Hey, hey, hey~! My clothes are stuck, please be gentle!" the man behind the bush cried out in pain.

Leon ignored him, grabbed the man's ankles with both hands, kicked the stone tile floor on the garden path, and pulled back with all his strength.

There was a crack, the sound of tearing cloth.

Leon only felt a looseness in front of him, took two steps back to slow down his momentum, and finally dragged the man out.

The gorgeous feathered hat on his head fell aside, and the embarrassed man suddenly fell down on the grass.

The brightly colored coat also had a big tear in it due to the tugging.

Letting go and dropping the opponent's ankle, Leon tilted his head and looked at the man's face.

Just one glance at the iconic two-stroke mustache brought back his memory from half a month ago.

"Galiad? Why are you here!?" Leon asked in surprise.

He heard the voice correctly. It was really the crooked poet he had seen in Dragonmaw City.

Are we so destined to meet again in such a far place? The distance between Western Port and Dragonmaw City is more than a thousand miles, even if you only look at the straight-line distance on the map.

"~Tsk tsk tsk, it's over, it's over, these are the clothes Miss Margarina just gave me."

The poet lowered his head and picked up the clothes with some heartache, sighing.

Then he raised his head and saw this familiar face, and he looked surprised: "Hey? This is not the chivalrous and righteous... uh... that..."

After thinking about the name in his mouth for a long time, the poet scratched his hair, but still couldn't remember the name, so he could only smile and narrow his eyes: "Your Excellency, what do you call me?"

Leon was speechless: "Didn't you say you were going to write a poem to praise us? But in the end, you couldn't even remember my last name?"

"Ah~! Remember, Lord Pandora?"

".It's Pendragon." Leon held his forehead.

"Oh oh oh, Lord Pendragon!"

The poet quickly stood up and patted the plaster on his legs, put on his hat, and put on a flattering smile: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be invited to this wedding banquet."

invite?

Someone actually invited such a notorious and obscene poet to attend his son's wedding banquet.

Isn't Count Falcon's brain out of his mind?

Leon felt incredible and suddenly realized something was wrong.

I was not invited to the banquet in a dignified way, so I couldn't talk about this with this guy now.

"I remember, weren't you imprisoned in Dragonmaw City Prison? What? Are you cleared of charges?"

Leon changed the topic to the other party.

"Of course ~ I have always been innocent, but people in the world often hear rumors and misunderstand me."

The poet raised his head, raised his hand to stroke his mustache, and looked upright.

"Then what are you doing sneaking around here? I don't believe you were looking for the toilet just now, and you weren't trying to be a thief, right? Be careful I report you to the guards." Leon crossed his arms and asked the other party first.

"Ah, hiss." The false seriousness on Goliad's face collapsed in less than a second.

He winked as if he couldn't find an excuse, so he had to look around to make sure there was no one around.

Then he put his hand on his mouth and approached Leon with a vulgar expression: "Let's discuss it. As long as you don't report me to the guards, I will tell you a secret path to happiness."

Leon tilted his head back and distanced himself from the old face full of lust in disgust.

"Isn't there just a hole in the corner behind the grass? Looking at how embarrassed you were when you were stuck just now, why do you need to tell me? But what does happiness mean?"

"You don't know, but there are so many lonely and empty canaries in this glorious castle." The poet lowered his voice and chuckled softly.

“Wouldn’t it be pitiful if there were no good people to comfort these depressed birds?

Not to mention the Earl's main castle apartment, just in the courtyard of the man in black in front of me. I have met many graceful beauties in these days. Let me tell you, that's called a... ~~"

"Can you enter the front yard!?" Leon suppressed his voice and grabbed the poet's shoulders.

He didn't want to care if this bastard was having an affair with some lady in the castle, but if this hole could help him enter the courtyard of the Ateas people, it would be a good idea to give him a pillow when he was sleepy.

"Hehe, it seems that you are also of the same kind~" Seeing Leon's reaction, the poet seemed to have misunderstood, so he felt relieved and waved to him with a smile, and then bent down to push aside the bush that he had drilled just now.

Leon looked through the gaps between the branches and saw the thick castle wall at the corner. There was indeed an inconspicuous crack in the shape of a "human".

The crack is not big and can only accommodate a person who is not fat and can pass through on his stomach.

Leon squatted down, turned his head and peered in. The crack penetrated the thick city wall and led directly to the sea view outside. However, from the current position, it seemed that there was a cliff on the coast outside the wall.

"Isn't there a cliff outside?"

Leon raised his head and looked at the poet with questioning eyes.

"This crack happens to be on the secret passage near the cliff. As long as you drill through it, there will be a small plank road under the entrance of the cave that can accommodate one person." Goliad looked proud.

"Plank road?"

"Yes, it is a secret passage used to prevent the castle from being sieged, just in case of escape. It is not surprising that almost every castle has a small back door when it is built.

I also followed the plank road to see the real entrance and exit. There is a small door sealed from the inside of the castle. It is estimated that it has not been opened for many years since it was built."

The poet speaks with great experience.

Leon raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He didn't know how many times this guy had climbed over the wall in the noble castle to steal people. He was so professional.

"No more talking. I have a date with Miss Margarina today. Please go ahead. I'll go first."

Goliard pressed his hat, lay down again, arched into the bushes, and went out of the wall.

This time he adjusted his posture and stretched out his hands first. Although it was difficult to drill, he was not stuck by accident.

He watched silently and saw that the other party had indeed drilled through the cave. He didn't hear the scream of falling off the cliff.

Only then did Leon tentatively lean over to follow and first leaned his upper body over.

His original body was narrower than that of the middle-aged poet, so it was naturally easier to drill.

He poked his head out of the crack and looked down.

On the edge of the cliff where the sea breeze was blowing, there was a narrow old plank road against the rock wall.

Looking at the reefs under the cliff where the sea water was beating, even if Leon didn't have acrophobia, he was a little nervous about the dangerous cliff.

Turning his neck to look to the left.

Goliad had already covered his hat and walked a distance along the outer wall of the castle on the plank road.

There was no fear on his face full of spring, and he looked like he couldn't wait to have a tryst with the so-called Miss Margarina.

?

Leon felt that he had some impression of this lady's name.

It seemed that he had heard it frequently in the past few days.

Forget it, since he didn't know her, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Without hesitation, Leon also climbed out of the gap.

Holding the cave entrance and the rock wall in front, he turned carefully and stepped on the plank road that could only accommodate one person. The soles of his feet stepped firmly on the old wooden platform, and a creaking sound made Leon's back cold.

While the poet was still not far away, he quickly asked from a distance: "Hey! You haven't told me how to get into the yard of those men in black!"

Goryard turned his head towards him when he heard the question, raised his right hand and pointed at the wall above.

Leon looked up and looked where he pointed.

The outer wall of the castle was covered with traces of erosion from the wind and sun for many years, especially the uneven gaps between the bricks and stones.

He understood what Goryard meant.

This is to climb the rocks and walls like some hooded assassins.

Taking a deep breath, Leon glanced at the back of the poet who was walking around the main castle.

If he was not afraid of this guy, how could he be more timid than a sleazy poet who liked to steal people's walls?

Gritting his teeth, Leon moved closer to the wall.

Since Goryard had already climbed into the courtyard once through the gaps in the bricks and stones.

There was no reason why he couldn't do it.

It's not like he had never played rock climbing in his previous life, how difficult could it be?

Summoning up his courage and no longer paying attention to the dangerous cliffs and reefs under his feet, Leon kept himself breathing evenly, calmed down, and tried to climb up.

After really starting to move, he found that it was much easier than he thought.

First, the body of this boy from another world was as strong as the strong adult body in his previous life, but lighter.

Second, the stone wall of the city wall seemed to be severely eroded by years of wind and rain, and the gaps that could be used to rest hands and feet were quite wide.

The plank road was originally suspended in the middle of the city wall, so it didn't take much effort for Leon to finally put his hands on the castle battlements.

He was glad that this wall facing the sea and facing the natural danger had no tower structure protruding from the outside, otherwise only a true assassin master could climb up.

He carefully looked around and didn't find any castle guards from Kantadar, nor any black-armored guards from Atias.

I don't know if it was because of the wedding celebration in the castle, or because this place has long been regarded as a restricted area and no one disturbed it, so he was so relaxed.

Leon climbed up the wall by holding onto the battlement, and quickly bent down to hide.

After taking a breath, he squatted and walked slowly, looking inside the wall.

The location was right, it was the luxurious embassy courtyard.

The flower beds and statues with unique landscapes were cleverly arranged between the road and the lawn.

Before he could take in the whole picture of the courtyard, Leon suddenly heard a female voice coming from below.

"Master Goliad? Is that you?"

Leon shrank his neck in shock and quickly hid his head.

Damn!

He cursed inwardly.

He didn't expect that there was someone in the blind spot just below.

He really wasn't the material for being an assassin.

He hadn't even sneaked in yet, and he was witnessed by someone.

Oh, wait?

The woman seemed to be calling Goliad's name?

Leon instantly breathed a sigh of relief again.

Since she met the lustful poet in such a place, she probably wouldn't shout to call the guards.

It was just right, maybe I could ask for some information.

Leon thought about how to negotiate and stuck his head out again.

He looked at the bottom of the woman's mouth.

Her brown hair was tied into a pigtail on her shoulder.

Her eyes were bluer than Lohak's.

And there was a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.

Ah?

What does it mean to find something without any effort after searching everywhere?

Although the lady's dress was no longer as disheveled as she was in the slave prison more than two months ago,

Leon was still pleasantly surprised to recognize her gentle and memorable appearance.

"Hey? Excuse me, who are you?" Elena looked at the wall with some doubts and found that it was a strange boy, not the bard with a curly beard.

Hearing the other party's question, Leon smiled, and was not surprised that the other party did not recognize him.

The original owner of this body, the boy, had been beaten all over his body long before he was imprisoned, and he died of his injuries in captivity.

When he was resurrected from a dead body, his face was covered in dirt and scars, which was completely different from the now clean appearance.

After more than two months, if this still looks the same, it's a ghost.

Right now, if he hadn't seen her face clearly, Leon wouldn't be able to remember her voice.

After all, the two of them didn't even exchange a word when they were in the cage.

If Azarian were here, it might be easier for her to recognize the fair and handsome son of a noble.

"Madam, I am Lohark's friend! I am here to rescue you!" Leon lowered his voice and informed the other party of his identity.

Elena, who was just confused at first, opened her eyes in disbelief when she heard her brother's name.

"Lohak!?" Elena's shoulders trembled and she covered her mouth, tears of surprise and excitement filling her eyes.

".Are you a friend of Lohark?! So, my brother is still alive!? Is he doing well?"

"Don't worry! Rohark is fine now, don't talk about it now." Leon nodded to her, feeling anxious.

The target has been found, nothing else matters now, the top priority is to evacuate immediately!

"Ms. Elena, find a way to find a ladder and something for your feet. I'll pull you up and escape with me!"

My brother is still alive!

Lohark is alive!

Great. Great.

Knowing that her only relative was safe and sound, Elena choked back her tears and sniffed.

There's no better news than this.

This is enough

Elena nodded and wiped her eyes.

She raised her head again, tried her best to show her face, and smiled at the brave young man on the wall, her brother's friend.

"Thank you for coming to tell me the news about Lohark, but it is impossible for me to leave."

Seeing the surprised expression on the young man's face, the gentle lady cheered up.

"Please go back safely and tell Rohark not to worry. I live a good life here. No one beats or scolds me here. I can eat well and wear warm clothes every day."

"Wait, wait, wait! What? Can't leave?" Leon frowned, interrupting the other person's words, and at the same time, his mind was racing.

Although this lady is now wearing a beautiful dress made of luxurious fabrics, perhaps, as she said, she is well fed, clothed, and living in extraordinary living conditions in the Atias embassy.

But the other party is obviously not the kind of woman who loves vanity and is willing to abandon her loved ones and commit herself to slavery.

"Tell me first, why can't you leave? Did some big shot threaten you? Or what happened?"

Leon realized that this woman must have encountered difficulties far beyond her own abilities.

Hearing this inquiry, Elena couldn't help showing a bitter expression.

Then, she raised her chin and exposed her neck to the boy on the wall.

I saw a complex circle of red patterns, attached to Elena's neck like a tattoo.

Like a collar that sticks to the skin