Knight with Wand

“.I really didn’t lie to you, my lord. That forest is really the Nightmare Forest.”

The village elder in the house knelt on the ground trembling, clasping his hands and kowtowing to beg for mercy.

(Uriah) “.I don’t have anything to ask, just shut him up.”

Baron Doson waved his hand and ordered his servants to drag the old man out of the house.

He grabbed the roasted lamb leg brought by his followers and changed his position on the chair.

Chewing the roasted meat in his mouth, Doson thought about his current location.

If the “Nightmare Forest” called by the locals to the south of this place is really the “Panros Forest” to the west of Mamor County, then to return to the country, according to the map, we can only continue to run northwest along the edge of the forest.

There are pursuers from Orland in the east, so they must take a detour from the northwest and enter Brinkshire before they can go south to Kantadar. They also have to hope that there are no heavy Orland troops guarding the border.

Thinking of the embarrassment of running away now, Dorson chewed the mutton with more force.

"Damn Avilut, if it weren't for the promised reinforcements of that old dog, they disappeared!" Dorson cursed his king bluntly, and he became more and more angry as he ate.

The knights and servants on the side heard the angry insults of their own lords, so they had to watch and turn a deaf ear to them.

Baron Dorson didn't care about scolding the king in front of his vassal.

The losses he suffered were too great. The guys in the east went to Serian to enjoy themselves, and they, the northern lords, had to face the sudden invasion of Orland alone.

If his territory in Mamor County was completely taken away by the Orlanders, would he have to go back to the south to be a small manor owner?

Suddenly, the guard outside the door knocked on the door: "Master, Lord Luke is here to see the girl."

Dasen recovered from his depressed thoughts and was a little confused when he heard the report outside the door.

"Let them in."

Thinking of the blonde girl, his gloomy mood calmed down a little.

It was a pleasant surprise to find such a "treasure" in this remote place.

Young and beautiful, with incredible martial arts skills. Just a little dressing up will be worth a lot.

Bring this unique and exquisite girl back to Kantadar and present it to the old guy Aviut to exchange for more money and food, so as to borrow troops from Earl Mamor to make a comeback.

Putting down the leg of lamb, Dasen took the napkin handed by the servant to wipe his mouth full of oil, sat up straight, and a sense of pleasure hung on the corners of his mouth.

Of course, I will enjoy the first prize first, and let the damn old guy pick up the second-hand ones I used to play with.

Seeing his inner knight and a group of soldiers escorting the blonde girl into the house, Duosen's eyes lit up.

The girl had no weapons, and her hands were tied behind her back.

He really didn't expect that this arrogant girl would surrender so quickly.

Duosen looked at the knight carrying the halberd and axe: "Luke, you still have this eloquence? Did you convince her to give up resistance?"

"No, my lord, this little girl knew the situation after having breakfast." Luke, holding the halberd, spread his hands.

Azerian, who was standing behind Olivia on the right, was shocked when he heard the words.

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, the boy prayed secretly, his palms sweating.

Breakfast?

Duosen raised his eyebrows and immediately felt that his subordinates were really considerate.

He was still thinking about starving the girl for a few meals, but he didn't expect that Luke, a rough man, would considerately arrange food and drink for the girl on his own.

It turns out that sometimes stroking someone's fur is more effective than coercion.

Doson took note of this experience and will definitely use it next time.

"But this girl has a condition. She wants us to release her father." Knight Luke continued.

"Well."

Doson touched his chin and looked at the girl: "You want me to release your father?" (Feru language)

Olivia raised her head and replied calmly: ". You only want me, don't you?"

Doson pondered for a moment.

He really didn't want to let the old blacksmith go. Without the handle, if she got angry one day and found an opportunity to commit suicide to show her determination, wouldn't it be another loss.

Even if she was going to die, she couldn't fall on his hands before selling her to the king.

"Not now, I can't let your father escape and tip off, at least not before we return safely to the territory of Kantardar."

Doson said and changed the subject.

"But I can promise you that once I leave Orland, I will release your father to leave."

Well, of course he didn't intend to keep his promise.

Duosen just wanted to get this girl to bed first.

Anyway, she had lost her weapon and surrendered. It was up to him to decide how to deal with her afterwards. As long as he had her father, he could change his mind.

"." Olivia looked at the noble Kantadar sitting at the top with an indifferent expression, sighed in her heart, and nodded to him: "It's a deal."

Of course, she didn't believe him, but it was just an excuse to paralyze him.

"Haha, a wise choice, I won't treat you badly."

Duosen stood up with a smug smile on his face and walked towards the girl.

"It's better to say that if you obey me, you will be reborn from a wild bird to a phoenix."

He thought he was not lying. If the old guy Aviut favored her enough in the future, wouldn't it be better to become a king's favorite concubine than to be a little village girl?

Duosen ordered the soldiers surrounding Olivia: "Put away all your weapons. Am I afraid of a girl who tied her hands and feet?"

The halberd knights and attendants raised their swords and stood aside.

Leon and Azarian also quickly sheathed their swords and retreated to the corner silently.

"Come, come into my arms and show me your charm." Duosen opened his hands with a smile on his face.

Conquering a girl with strong martial arts gave him more pleasure than playing with those low-browed bitches.

Olivia looked at the greasy expression on the villain's face, endured the nausea that caused goosebumps all over her body, and lowered her head.

The girl bit her lower lip, pretended to be trembling, and demanded: "Let them all get out."

Duosen hesitated for a second, but looked at the girl's arms tied behind her back, and waved to the knight and entourage easily.

"Okay, you all go out. I'll ask you to come back in when I'm done."

Nuer and the other inner knight in the house looked at each other with a smile that every man could understand, then shrugged and led his men to turn around and walk out of the house.

Looking at the actions of this group of people, Leon lowered his head respectfully, deliberately followed the other knights in the corner at the end, and slowly lined up to leave.

But he tried to slow down his pace, and naturally fell at the end of the crowd.

Duosen opened his hands towards the girl again, and before the door was closed, he took the initiative to approach the girl: "Is this okay? No one will disturb us anymore. I have been waiting for a long time."

Olivia turned back, as if to confirm that others had left.

Seeing the figure of Leon who was holding the sword backwards and walking at the end, she finally had a smile on her face.

"Yes, this is what I've been waiting for."

The long skirt was flying, and the girl stepped back like a gust of wind, and her hands pulled away the ropes pretending to be tied up behind her.

"Leon!"

Hearing the action signal from behind, Leon quickly turned around and threw the sword to the girl with his left hand: "——Catch the sword!"

Gently grabbing the hilt of the sword in mid-air, the girl kicked back with her right foot and stopped walking.

Like a swift against the wind, her body suddenly rushed forward, and the sharp blade in her hand instantly cut into the enemy's face.

Duosen's eyes widened in the sudden change. His reaction was not unpleasant. Even in the electric light, he barely had time to draw his sword and stepped back to fight.

clang!

A crisp clashing sound sounded between the sword blades.