Knight with Wand

He didn't know if guiding the release of Yisha's Arrow consumed too much of his energy, so he fell into a deep sleep this night.

It wasn't until Leon woke up naturally and opened his eyes that he realized that he had been moved to a bed in a certain room at some point.

The mattress behind her was very thick and soft, the pillow behind her head was really comfortable, and the quilt on her body had an inexplicable faint fragrance.

In a daze, this comfortable feeling made him feel like he was back in his bedroom on earth, except for the dinging alarm on his cell phone to remind him to go to work.

He took a long breath, cleared his head, and dispelled the nostalgic hallucination. Leon turned his head to the side in a daze and looked around.

The room was very dark, there were no candles or oil lamps, and the wooden windows were closed, so no light could be seen.

I don't know how long I have been sleeping, and I can't tell whether it is day or night.

My physical strength has recovered a lot, and although my chest still hurts slightly, the injury is not serious.

Sitting up, Leon lifted the quilt and moved his feet from the edge of the bed to reach the floor.

As a result, Leon was startled by the sudden soft feeling under his feet.

He accidentally stepped on a piece of body that felt soft to the touch, and he quickly raised his feet reflexively.

"Hmm~?" The sleeping girl opened her blurred eyes. She stood up from the blanket on the floor and raised her hand to rub her groggy eyes.

In the darkness, the girl looked up and vaguely saw the figure sitting up on the bed, so she greeted softly: "Leon, you're awake."

"Olivia? Why are you sleeping on the floor?"

Although Leon couldn't see clearly in the dark, he obviously couldn't mishear the voice of the girl under the bed.

The girl who had just been woken up was a little dazed. She sat up on her knees, yawned, and replied in a daze: "But there is only one bed in the room, and the guest room is also full of injured people. "

Leon was a little embarrassed, how could a man like him seize the little girl's bed: "Sorry, I slept so hard that I don't even know how that boy from Lohark moved me into your room."

"No, I carried you up. I think you are too tired, so it would be better to sleep on the bed and have a good rest." Olivia clarified for Lohark who was innocently shot.

Hearing this, Leon was immediately speechless.

Although the girl did have good intentions, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Why did he seem to have picked up the wrong heroine script? Generally speaking, wouldn't men like him give up their beds to women to rest?

By the way, I noticed that Olivia used the word "hug" in her mouth.

Leon couldn't imagine how he would be picked up by the other party while he was sleeping. He hoped it would be a sack hug, not a princess hug.

Otherwise, the picture would be too beautiful to look at directly.

After moving his position and stepping on the ground from the side, Leon stood up and said to the girl: "You can sleep on the bed. I am not injured and I have had enough rest now."

As he spoke, he groped around Olivia's mattress on the floor, walked to the opposite side of the bed, and pushed open the leather-covered wooden window.

The moonlight shines in, and it turns out that it is already late at night.

Looking back at the illuminated room.

He wanted to say something, but Leon's heart suddenly slowed down.

The hair fell like a waterfall on the girl's shoulders, as if the moonlight thrown into the room was dyed with a layer of gauze, and the dazzling golden luster was much softer at this moment.

The girl's expression was slightly hazy with lingering sleepiness. Her fair skin was reflected in the night sky with a translucent pink color, and her green eyes were still as bright as bright stars when she looked over.

"It doesn't matter, how can I let you saviors sleep on the ground." Olivia shook her head.

Leon suppressed his accelerated heartbeat and looked at the girl's left shoulder which had been simply bandaged. Then he became tough and continued to urge:

"You are a wounded person, but I am not injured. Just think of it as a man who wants to show off your face. Don't argue with me. I can't let you, a little girl, give me a bed to sleep on the ground."

Seeing that the other party was exaggerating about male dignity, Olivia had no choice but to tilt her head and accept the other party's humility: "Okay, since you insist so much."

However, when she stood up, she was still a little dissatisfied with the title: "You don't look much older than me? Although I am not tall, I am still sixteen years old. I am not a little girl."

Leon chuckled to himself, he was the same age as this body, but he was still ten years older than his previous life. In his previous life, even the children of his colleagues called him uncle.

After the girl climbed onto the bed and got into her own bed, Leon closed the window and walked towards the bedding on the ground.

Bend down and lift the quilt.

However, when he actually lay down on it, he realized that there was something wrong with his proposal.

The residual heat of body temperature in the bed had not yet dissipated, and the obvious fragrance penetrated his nose.

Why does it feel like I have become a pervert who secretly sniffs girls' personal belongings?

But wait.

Since he could smell the other party's faint clear body fragrance.

Then wouldn’t the smell of his old man’s sweat also remain in Olivia’s bed?

Leon was instantly embarrassed and at a loss what to do.

It's not that he's careless, but he's been living in the open before, and today there's a lot of fighting and fighting, so there's no time to take care of him.

Leon raised his hand and quickly smelled himself.

Fortunately, he didn't smell much, so he felt a little relieved.

Maybe it's because this boy's body is still young, and he doesn't have the strong body odor of an adult male.

But he ignored that, in fact, unless the smell is too irritating, it is difficult for everyone to distinguish the smell that their sense of smell has long been accustomed to.

On the bed.

Olivia's cheeks were hot when she smelled the strange smell in the quilt.

The next morning, Leon woke up early and did not disturb Olivia who was still sleeping. He first tidied up the bedding on the ground and left her room quietly.

When he went downstairs, he saw many women and girls of different ages lying in the lobby on the first floor that had been cleaned up.

They were cuddled together in twos and threes, with tears on their faces, still sleeping soundly.

There was no sign of Lohak at the door. They were all young teenagers or even children. Led by several young men, they wore ill-fitting armor that they had taken from some corpse, grabbed swords and spears, and silently guarded the women and children resting in the house.

Leon walked down the stairs lightly.

The sound startled the temporary guards at the door.

They looked back into the house and saw the stranger Olivia had mentioned.

Although the eyes of the young man and the child were full of pain and sadness, they still nodded to Leon gratefully.

Feeling their friendliness, Leon nodded in response and walked out of the door silently.

Breathing the blood in the air that had not yet dissipated, he was surprised to find that the streets had been cleaned up and there were no corpses everywhere yesterday.

After walking a distance and standing in the direction of the village market, Leon looked far away and saw a large number of bodies covered with sackcloth piled up in the open space in the center of the village waiting to be buried.

It seems that after he fell asleep yesterday, the survivors in the village did a lot of aftermath work under the leadership of someone unknown.

"Hey, Leon, you got up early."

Hearing the voice of Lohak greeting, Leon looked sideways.

At the door of a house not far away, the companion who had just disappeared was holding a long-handled halberd axe, wearing a gorgeous plate armor that was obviously stripped from a knight, sitting there fully armed, as if guarding something.

"Why are you here?" Leon asked in confusion.

Armored and armed, Lohak pointed to the door behind him: "Olivia was busy inside and outside yesterday. I don't know what I can do to help her except moving things, so I just come here to guard the captives in the house."

"Captives?" Leon asked in confusion: "Are there any surviving Kantadars?"

"Yes, there is only one alive, but it's a big fish, a knight whose thigh was cut by Olivia."

Lohak paused, and suddenly came over with a strange look: "I'll tell you another thing. I may not be fair to the villagers here. But this time, we may turn a disaster into a blessing and make a fortune."

Leon frowned. Why did the tone of this kid's mouth smell like a bloody bun? I thought he was going to take advantage of the fire to rob.

But he also knew that his partner was not that kind of person.

Looking at the beautiful knight armor on Lohak, Leon understood what he meant by the fortune.

"That pile of armor, weapons, and war horses, mainly those that are still alive." Lohak said, his voice trembling.

He lowered his head and whispered to his partner: "I just made a rough estimate. Guess what the things left behind by those Kantadar bastards are worth in terms of market value?

At least 1,200 to 3,000 Serian gold coins! Wow, I thought I counted wrong until I calculated it. This can buy a small castle."

Hearing such a huge value, Leon was also moved.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what "war money" meant.