Knight with Wand

The afterglow of dusk burned the clouds into a fiery red color.

The wings soaring in the sky gradually fell from the sky.

First the hind hooves landed on the ground, and then the two eagle talons in front also fell to the ground.

The flapping wings were folded, the elegant eagle head fluttered its feathers happily, and the pony tail behind it also swung a few times.

The young man in black robes holding a wand turned over from the back of the Hippogriff and landed on the horse's saddle.

After adjusting his robe, he looked to the north and estimated the distance. It should be not far from the Western Port.

After finally completing his mission and returning from the nomadic country of the barbarians in the south, he couldn't wait to meet his mentor as soon as possible to report the results.

It was just that after a long journey, both he and the Hippogriff he was riding needed to take a rest for a night.

He took out the bottle containing the magic materials from his arms, shook out some dust and fell on the ground. The man in black robe then raised his hand and raised the staff, chanting a mantra.

The head of the staff wrapped in crystals was swung down, tapping the powder on the ground.

There was a slight trembling sound in the air.

The magic reaction along the constructed spell activated the small group of material, and the particles in the dust immediately showed light, instantly spreading from the center, forming a hazy cordon around it.

The fluorescent circle formed by the powder gradually faded away, and the man took temporary warning measures before walking to the side of the resting Hippogriff and sitting on the ground.

Holding the long staff across his lap, he tried to meditate.

But perhaps because he was about to meet his long-lost mentor, the man had not yet entered a state of calm rest.

Especially, the figure of the extremely annoying blond boy always flashed in his mind.

He is nothing but a lowly slave whose country and family have perished.

Thinking of the guy who now occupied his past position, he gritted his teeth.

After all, the mentor is not a real good man. Although the relationship between master and apprentice is still close for many years, the mentor has no longer been interested in him since he has exceeded the age limit and his physical signs have become more obvious.

It made him jealous of the blond boy's damn youthful appearance.

"Sooner or later, you will lose the teacher's favor. Sooner or later, I will kill you." He murmured and tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.

At sunset, night falls.

Kantadar Western Port, inside the Artias embassy.

Leon tried hard to keep his expression calm, his eyes level, his eyes as usual, and he was unsmiling.

After changing into the "clothes" requested by Pirieno, Azarian huddled on the sofa, pulled the cloak wrapped around him, and looked helplessly at his friend who was pretending to be calm.

"You can laugh if you want, but you have to swear that you will never tell anyone what happened today!"

Azarian tightened his cloak with an embarrassed look on his face: "You have to keep this secret!"

He now understood why Corvis had wrapped himself tightly in a robe when he came to find them.

If anyone saw him wearing this outfit, Azarian would probably draw his sword and kill himself immediately.

"I will never tell anyone else a word about today. This will be a secret more important than my life." Leon swore seriously.

There is no way, the sacrifice I made today is indeed too great.

"Are you ready?" Corvis' urging knock sounded outside the door.

"Here he comes." Leon responded, and then gave Azerien the last instruction: "As long as his head is stably positioned on the pattern on the door panel, you knock on the door three times, one softly and two hard, but remember, You must not stand up at that time to avoid accidental injury.”

Azarian nodded heavily and silently, took a deep breath, and remembered this important code that related to his life and reputation in his heart.

The two stood up and opened the door.

The blond boy outside was also dressed like an exotic dancer.

At first glance, she really looked like a beautiful girl, but her plain breasts reminded others of her true gender.

"Why don't you cover it up?" Leon had to look away in embarrassment.

It would be okay if I didn't know the other person's gender, but knowing that the person in front of me is a boy, I really can't look straight at him.

"I can't find any reason to be ashamed in front of Pirieno. Besides, tonight may be the last time I wear this ridiculous clothes." Covis folded his arms and said indifferently.

After speaking, the young man calmly turned around and led the way.

Leon did not go with him, so Azarian followed Corvis up the stairs first.

After staying in front of the guest room door for several minutes, he calculated that the two of them were almost reaching the target's room, and then he quickly followed behind.

Even at night, the corridor on the second floor of the embassy is not dark.

The Ateas people arranged expensive chandeliers for lighting at intervals indoors, and the candles they used emitted far brighter light than the original owners had ever seen in their memories, which was extremely luxurious.

Leon walked lightly up to the second floor and hid around the corner.

When he heard the sound of the door closing after Corvis and Azarian entered the target room, he ducked out.

Go to the target's door and place your handprints.

Leon drew closer and opened his posture like a bow, aiming at the position of the head corresponding to Pirieno's height.

"Miss Laura, you must help me kill with one strike!"

He secretly prayed nervously to the mage lady.

From the outside, only Pirieno's disgusting laughter and subtle conversations could be heard. Not knowing what was going on behind the door, Leon patiently waited for the signal from his partner to lure the enemy.

Time seemed to suddenly become extremely long.

Fortunately, the other slaves had already been sent away by Corvis privately in the name of Pirieno, and they were not allowed to approach.

According to Corvis, most of the other Atias mages in the embassy went to the east and entered the territory of Serian with the army of the Kantardars.

The few people who did not go to Serian were also scattered around to carry out their missions.

The night guards outside the door did not dare to enter the embassy without permission.

No one here would disturb Leon's actions at this moment.

Thinking that this group of Atias people might have assisted the Kantardars in their invasion of Rolandar,

Leon felt that he had finally found an opportunity to help the original owner of this body avenge his old grudges.

The moment he had been waiting for finally came. He only heard behind the door:

——Dong! Bang! Bang!

One light and two heavy urgent knocks.

Now!

The fleeting opportunity did not allow for hesitation.

The magic in the body immediately boiled with a stronger amplitude than the last time.

Almost the same force as when it was first released.

The power gathered at the gap between the fingertips, and the dazzling arrow of light spiraled and condensed into shape.

Dragon, I'll eat the enemy——！ ！

With a ritualistic and meaningless shout in his heart, Leon pointed his sword back and shot out the light arrow that broke through the air.

——Boom! The air exploded, and the candlelight in the corridor was blown out by the whistling air waves.

The trailing dazzling tail light instantly penetrated the wooden door of the bedroom.

The spiral trajectory shattered the wooden structure of the door, and tore apart everything in front of it.

In just a moment, Leon glimpsed Pilieno's last astonished eyes through the gap of the disintegrating wooden door.

And the light curtain on his body that didn't have time to open.

The moment the light arrow touched his skin, there was a crisp sound like glass breaking under the weight.

Then, flesh and blood burst.

The rotating force drilled into Pilieno's face, lifting his head high. The magic crushed his flesh and bones, and the man's skull flew out directly.

Blood and brains splashed suddenly.

The remaining power of the light arrow smashed the target's head, and plunged directly into the thick stone wall opposite the room in the explosion.

The splashing blood almost dyed the faces of the two people next to him red.

The blond boy stared at the dead man who had lost his head in a daze, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable for a while.

Success, the powerful wizard who had imprisoned him for so many years died so simply.

Corvis turned his head to look at the stone wall penetrated by the light spear.

However, he did not expect that the projectile magic described by Leon before would be so destructive.

The light spear that completely penetrated the wall was not until it shot into the air in the courtyard, and the light track finally disappeared from the air with the wind.

Before Pilieno's death, the metal magic wand that suddenly appeared on his right hand raised high had no time to work, and his body with half of his head blown off fell to the ground.

Leon outside the door only felt the familiar feeling of weakness.

His eyes went black, his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground, almost falling to the ground with Pilieno's body.

".Leon!!"

He heard his partner's urgent call in his ears, but he couldn't muster up the energy to respond.

He realized that this time seemed to be as weak as when he first tried to release the light arrow.

Did Miss Lola increase the output power for him?

I'm going to faint again.

I hope Azerian and Corvis can carry me.

Leon's consciousness gradually blurred until.

The full sense of power slowly flowed from his wrist to his whole body.

His spirit suddenly perked up, and he opened his eyes that were almost closed.

He struggled to raise his head in surprise.

The blond boy, with blood all over his face and Pirino's brain and flesh hanging on his hair, was squatting in front of him.

The boy touched his forehead, which was faintly showing the one-eyed magic pattern, with one hand, and held his wrist with the other hand.

The warm power in his body was transmitted from Corvis's hand.

Leon also noticed that the red magic pattern on the blond boy's neck faded to almost invisible, and seemed to be gradually disappearing.

I don't know if the spell on Ms. Elena's neck is the same.

". Just try it, it seems that you can also accept the chaos magic. How about it? Can you stand up?" The blond boy smiled with relief, but his face was stained with blood, and his smile was really creepy.

"Uh, much better."

Feeling his physical strength recover, Leon held the other's wrist with his backhand and supported himself to stand up.

Not only much better, his body now feels a lot lighter.

"Good guy, you can also charge people?" Leon shook his arms, and even felt that Miss Lola could help him with another shot at this moment.

"After all, I am a magic slave cultivated by Pilieno for so many years. Helping him replenish his magic power in an emergency is my most basic value." After dispelling the one-eyed magic pattern on his forehead, Corvis nodded thankfully: "But not all spellcasters can draw power from the spiritual world. It's okay as long as you can bear it."

Azerien saw that his partner had recovered, so he was relieved. He pulled the cloak he had just taken off, wiped the blood on his face, and urged the two of them: "Let's go quickly."

"I still have something to do. You take Elena and the others to the city wall to wait for me."

"Okay." Azerien looked down at his embarrassing outfit and had no time to change clothes. He had to wrap his body with the cloak again, walked away quickly, and went downstairs to find Elena and other female slaves who were now free from their restraints.

Corvis turned around and walked to the side and flipped over a chair.

He shook his fingers to cast a spell and used magic to tear off a chair leg.

Raising his hand, the boy turned the sharp end of the wooden chair leg and came to the corpse of Pilieno.

Controlling the floating wooden cone in front of him, Corvis stabbed it into the chest of the corpse.

The sound of flesh and blood twisting came.

After repeatedly crushing and destroying, the boy dispersed the object manipulation spell after confirming that he had completely destroyed the opponent's heart and other magical organs.

"Do I need to be so cautious?" Leon watched Corvis's finishing blow to the corpse from the side, a little surprised.

"Well, I destroyed all his organs, so even if I want to summon spirits, it will be impossible. The safest way is to set fire to his body, but that will attract guards, so let's do it for now." Corvis replied.

That's right, there are still undead in this world after all. Leon thought, and looked at the metal staff held in the corpse's hand.

To be honest, he didn't leave because he wanted to touch the corpse.

The wand was ornately carved, with open wings on the top, and a huge red crystal inlaid in the wings.

It must be a valuable treasure.

In line with the principle that a thief should not leave empty-handed, Leon asked the boy who was about to leave the room: "Are you not going to take his wand?"

Corvis stretched out his hand to stop Leon: "It's best not to touch Pilieno's belongings. Who knows if this guy has set traps on it before he died."

Hearing this warning, Leon regretfully withdrew his hand.

I thought I could get the equipment of this old bitch.

"Don't worry, there are things more valuable than that. I have already prepared the items I should take with me when I escape. You can help me get them." Corvis dragged Leon out of the bedroom quickly.

Following the blond boy, the two ran to a room not far from Pilieno's bedroom.

Leon saw Corvis draw a few marks in front of the door, and the door flickered, as if some restrictions were lifted, and then it was pushed open.

As you step into it, you can see a dazzling array of strange objects, various bottles and jars, exquisite instruments, and shelves full of unknown materials and decorations.

This may be a wizard's workshop.

While Corvis picked up the towel on the table to wipe the blood stains on his head, he picked up something from the table and threw it to Leon at the door: "Catch it."

Leon stretched out his hand and caught it. After a closer look, it turned out to be an egg?

In his hand was a large, hard egg, about the size of an ostrich egg, and the surface was wrapped with a circle of golden raised patterns that were not sure whether they were sticky or inlaid.

"You can't touch the staff, but I'll give you this griffin egg. This is probably the most valuable thing here."

As Corvis said, he kept his hands and feet, and took out the bag he had prepared in advance from the cabinet, and tied a light sword engraved with runes to his waist with a belt.

"Griffin eggs?"

"Two months ago, that guy and several mages cooperated to hunt a nest of griffins. This is the harvest given to Pilieno. I have been keeping this thing in my care and it has not been tampered with."

Corvis explained, put on the not-so-big package, and left the workshop with Leon, going downstairs and rushing out of the courtyard.

Leon ran after him, looking down and turning the treasure in his hand.

Two months ago.

Griffin eggs.

Mage Atias.

What a coincidence?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Could this thing in his hand be the child of the Deathclaw brother?

Without waiting to think further, the two of them ran to the wall where the warning magic failed.

Azerien had already pulled Ms. Elena to wait here.

"Corvis! I just stayed in the room for a while. I couldn't find Martha and the others when I went out. Did you see where they went?" Elena saw the blond boy and asked him anxiously.

"They are not in the room? Didn't I tell them to wait in the room tonight!?"

Corvis could not help but frowned.

Originally, if Pilieno was killed successfully and the blood oath curse was no longer restrained, Elena should have informed those people to escape together.

"Elena and I looked around and found no trace of other slaves." Azerien said helplessly.

The female slaves who were supposed to be rescued were all gone. But they didn't have time to delay looking for them.

Several people comforted Elena who was worried.

Fortunately, this lady was not a person who didn't know the priorities.

Now was a critical moment related to everyone's life and death, so she had to suppress her worries about those people again.

Corvis cast a spell and manipulated the rope to loop around the battlements on the top of the wall, so that everyone was able to climb up the wall one by one.

The night was dark, but the blond boy was well prepared.

He drew out the rune sword on his waist as a medium for casting spells, and bright fluorescence immediately appeared on the blade.

Leaning out of the outer wall, he waved his hand to control the sword to fall, illuminating the escape secret passage below.

With the illumination of this light, several people once again used the ropes and the footholds on the outer wall to slowly land on the small plank road on the edge of the cliff.

Holding hands and moving close to the rock wall, the four people finally disappeared in the vast night.

It was not long after several people left along the winding cliff plank road.

An inconspicuous boat slowly sailed out from the hidden sea cave under the cliff facing the sea in the north.

The poet lying on the bow of the boat, his fingertips touched the feather hat covering his face, he turned his head and looked into the depths of the night with interest.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and peek into the shallows behind the reefs in the distance.

“.Haha, I always help others to take the blame. This time, someone helps me to take the blame. It’s great~”

Hearing this, Larian, who was paddling at the stern, couldn’t help but look up.

The young knight with a long sword on his waist looked at the poet at the bow with the lantern hanging on the mast, and then looked at the beautiful girls crowded together in the cabin with a confused look.

It was obvious that they were also curled up and at a loss.

Larian swore that he only recognized his beloved Miss Margarina.

As for the other ladies, I really don’t know where the kind poet brought them from.

“Cheer up~, Larian, saving a lady in distress is not the most glorious act of a knight, and you don’t feel happy to be surrounded by so many beautiful girls?” The bard turned around and teased in an indecent manner.

Larian didn’t dare to nod for this. He looked at his lover’s unkind look with his cute eyes narrowed, so he had to shake his head to show his loyalty and sneer at his lover.