Knight with Wand

Seeing Count Trosa standing in the yard with people to greet him, the depressed mood of Eliver who saw the corpses of his subjects when he entered the village just now was slightly relieved.

"I didn't expect to see you here, General. If I had known that you were coming, I would have hosted a banquet in the town to entertain you." Baron Eliver bowed his chest and saluted.

"Hehe, I hope you don't blame us for coming uninvited." Trosa stepped forward and hugged him warmly.

The old earl patted the other's arm, and then said apologetically: "We defeated the troops of Leidingburg a while ago, but it's a pity that we failed to capture Dason. I didn't expect him to slip into your territory. I'm ashamed that I came too late. The village under your rule was still harmed by those bastards. Fortunately, the culprit has paid with his life."

Baron Eliver comforted: "General, don't blame yourself. Since we have started a war with the Kantardars, it is inevitable to suffer losses. I will get back a hundred times from the enemy on the battlefield."

After that, he quickly expressed his doubts: "But General, Lord Adrian said that before you came, the Kantadars had been wiped out? What's going on?"

"Oh, I was just about to tell you this."

Trosa turned his head and looked at the young man in the team beside him: "Young man, this is the current head of the Thorn Flower Family, Baron Elifer Farolis, come and meet the owner of this land."

"Yes, General." Leon responded to the nobles around him.

He walked up to the two fully armed military nobles, and bowed with his breastplate as before: "It's an honor to meet you, Lord."

"Who is this?" Elifer looked at the young man with a strange accent.

When he came, he saw the crowd but didn't pay much attention to it. He thought it was just a young knight or attendant brought by Count Trosa.

"This kid is called Leon. According to him, he fled from Serian. It was he who brought two companions and a griffin to destroy the cavalry led by Doson and saved this place." Trosa said with a smile.

Eliver was a little surprised when he heard this. He re-examined the young man in front of him and didn't realize that the young man had such a skill.

However, griffin?

He grasped the key point in the general's words. If the boy really had such a beast as a war beast, it would be reasonable to defeat Doson's defeated army.

"You actually have a griffin mount?" Elifer asked unexpectedly.

"I dare not say I have it, sir. That big guy is not my mount. It is a 'friend' I met accidentally on the journey. We are not a master-servant relationship."

Leon did not dare to exaggerate in this regard. After all, he really did not have the ability to command the big guy to come and go freely. At this moment, he didn't know where it flew. If he was exposed, it would be looked down upon by others.

Eliver nodded and narrowed his eyes in thought.

Three young heroes, three little spies from Cantadar.

Two different statements, is it a misunderstanding?

He didn't like this feeling of confusion. The situation he knew now was not exactly the same as what he knew from the people who escaped and reported the news.

Elif turned his head and ordered the retainer behind him: "Balf, where is the guy who reported the news yesterday? Bring him here, I want to ask him in person."

"Sir Elif? What's wrong?" Trosa asked in confusion.

The baron turned back to explain to the old earl: "To be honest, General, the town received a report from the villagers yesterday that three Cantadar spies disguised as vagrants were scouting the village of Selva, attracting the enemy army to rob, so I gathered the troops and rushed here quickly."

".Spies?"

Leon frowned slightly when he heard it on the side. Why did this statement sound a little familiar?

Before he could think about it, the knight of the Farolis family pushed a familiar face over.

"Sir, sir, please go slower. I'm almost falling apart from the horse's back all night."

Boris, with a bruised face and swollen nose, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, begging for mercy in a low voice.

"Why are you talking nonsense when I told you to hurry over? Do you want to make you wait for me?"

Knight Balf urged impatiently, simply pulling the boy's collar and dragging him to the lord like a chicken.

The knight let go, causing Boris to stagger and almost fall.

This guy is not dead?

Leon looked at Boris, a little surprised.

He didn't look closely at the bodies of the villagers piled on the open space, and thought that this village ruffian had died in the massacre of the Kantardars.

Boris barely stood firm in front of the big men, trembling, and dared not look directly at so many nobles.

He trembled, lowered his head, grasped his hands and bowed repeatedly: "I meet all the honorable masters, all the knight masters."

Because he didn't dare to raise his eyes, he even bowed respectfully to Leon.

"Look up and look at the child next to me, do you know him?" Baron Elliver ordered.

"Ah?" Boris followed the instructions in fear and raised his head.

His eyes swept across the luxurious knight's silver armor. Before he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, he only thought that the child in the lord's mouth referred to which knight master.

But when he recognized the eyebrows that made him hate, he felt a little confused in a trance.

Seeing clearly that it was really that damned foreign boy, Boris was furious and blurted out excited words.

"That's him! Sir, this guy is a spy of the Kantadars!! Not only him, there are two or two more"

Boris's voice became lower and lower, because the surroundings fell into a strange moment of silence.

Tsk tsk.

Leon looked at the clown with pity, facing this absurd accusation, his heart was not moved at all.

The words that had not yet jumped out of Boris's throat were stuck.

Seeing the cold eyes of the nobles around him, he instinctively feared.

"Sir?" Boris looked at the lord uneasily, his expression at a loss.

"Are you saying that this spy of the Kantadars destroyed the Kantadar army that attacked the village?"

Baron Elifer twitched his eyes. He looked at Boris's reaction and probably understood that this idiot had misunderstood the boy, so he immediately lost interest in the accusation.

"Okay, take him away." Elifer waved his hand and asked the retainer to take him away. .

Those three little bastards destroyed the Kantadar army? How is it possible? ! Boris opened his mouth in disbelief.

His poor imagination made it impossible for him to connect the lord's words to a realistic picture.

You know, he saw at least fifty terrible cavalrymen running towards the village in the bushes by the road that night.

Destroy them? Just rely on those three beggar-like foreign boys?

The knight mentioned the collar again, and Boris was shocked.

No, there must be something wrong! !

Even if these three foreign guys are not Kantadar spies, they are also little liars with a lot of lies!

What about destroying the Kantadar army? There must be another hidden story. They made up nonsense to deceive a group of masters!

Boris never believed that these three little bastards could fight against an army!

If they really had this ability, how could they end up like the poor beggars they were back then?

"My Lord, my Lord! I'm not kidding! How could the three of them possibly wipe out more than fifty ferocious cavalrymen? This little bastard is full of lies, don't be fooled by him!

He said at the beginning that he came to Selva through the Nightmare Forest! Listen to me, is this what an honest person can say? It's clearly nonsense that doesn't know how serious it is! Their origins are really suspicious! Even if they are not spies, they must be fugitives!" Boris, who was dragged up, shouted unwillingly.

"Nightmare Forest?"

Baron Elliver suddenly frowned.

He didn't care much about the doubts raised by this noisy guy.

After all, Boris didn't seem to know that the boy had a giant beast companion.

And it was easy for a griffin to defeat dozens of unprepared remnants.

Although Elliver himself didn't see the griffin when he came, the general arrived before him. Since he said there was one, he would definitely not lie to himself.

But Boris said. The boy claimed to have passed through the "Nightmare Forest"?

Baron Elliver, who was full of knots in his heart, still had doubts.

After hearing Boris's doubts, Trosa was also slightly stunned.

That terrible forest, at least in the central and western parts of the Kingdom of Orland, anyone who was not an unlearned person had heard of it.

The old earl was naturally very familiar with this natural border that separated the southern part of Kosos County from the border with Cantadar.

The Orland people called it the "Nightmare Forest".

The Cantadar people called it the "Ponros Forest".

Only some of the edges of the forest were safe. Once you go a little deeper, no matter who you are, you will never return. From a distance, there is no trace of flying birds or clouds in the sky across the core area of ​​the Nightmare Forest.

Just like the external features of the cursed land in the legend.

And since the historical records of Orland, no one has ever been able to enter it and return safely, let alone cross it.

The old earl still remembers many related legends.

For example, in history, there was a brave noble who didn't believe in evil. He tied a very long rope around his waist and went deep into the Nightmare Forest, trying to use it to identify the direction of his return.

Then the tough rope specially made by the warlocks didn't move before it was completely released.

And the servants who pulled the rope back only saw an extremely smooth cut on the rope.

Trosa looked at Baron Elliver, whose face quickly showed doubt.

In fact, the brave noble who didn't believe in evil was an ancestor of the Thorn Flower Family.

And if the old earl remembered correctly, as a noble family whose territory was close to the Nightmare Forest, the Thorn Flower Family had more than one ancestor who tried to step into the Nightmare Forest in history.

It was full of fearless spirit of seeking death, as if there was some obsession inherited from generation to generation.

Let's not talk about the distant ones, let's talk about the recent ones.

It is rumored that the father of this Lord Elliver, the previous Baron Faroris, disappeared after breaking into the Nightmare Forest twenty years ago.

"Young man, I haven't asked this question yet. This person said that you once claimed to have traveled through the Nightmare Forest. Is this true?"

Trosa looked at Leon seriously.

After saying that, without waiting for Leon to speak, the old earl continued to remind and exhort: "You should tell us the truth about your experience in Orland, and don't lie to us.

If you have other origins, even if the truth is that you are guilty of a serious crime, you don't have to worry about being punished.

I guarantee with my reputation that your righteous deeds and military exploits this time are enough to wash away most of the charges in Orland, so just tell your past truthfully."

Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this old nobleman who was called the general by everyone.

With so many knights vouching for their reputation, this was not something that a noble of this era could easily renege on.

He was not stupid either, and he could tell that although the old noble had some doubts about his origins, he still wanted to protect himself.

This old nobleman is not afraid that he is a fugitive or a fugitive slave, he is just afraid that he will continue to tell lies across the nightmare forest.

What these superiors hate most is to be deceived and deceived.

But the conscience of heaven and earth.

I really fucking walked through the forest of nightmares.

Do I have to make up a lie to deceive you just to make you think I didn’t lie to you?

Leon smiled bitterly in his heart.

However, he was inevitably full of doubts.

This cursed place in the nightmare forest is very dangerous.

But is it equally scary for the big shots in these kingdoms?

You know, even though I almost died many times inside, once I followed Miss Laura's method and successfully made the guide device, the process of getting out was not impossible, right?

He and his group were just three teenagers who were on the run.

If the team were replaced by a group of warriors with strong martial arts skills, and paired with a mage who knew how to make that kind of spiritual lamp guide device, wouldn't it be easier to get out?

Leon recalled Miss Laura's calm attitude when she was in the cursed land.

It seems that for this mage lady, there is only one way to escape from the cursed place.

That is to say, Miss Laura is trapped in her own body and has no physical body. Otherwise, it would not be difficult for her to leave the so-called "spirit-like field" when she was alive.

These big shots can't afford the help of mages, right?

Or are all the mages in this world really dead?

No, the rune crossbow arrow that almost killed the griffin was obviously made by a mage.

As for the rune ax gun in the hand of the tall knight next to the old noble, the ax blade was still glowing before. It couldn't be an LED decoration bought from the Yiwu market, right?

Sighing and putting aside the endless thoughts in his mind, Leon decided to continue to tell the truth frankly after thinking about it again and again.

It's not that he doesn't want to lie to avoid more trouble, but how can he lie? He couldn't make up a lie even if he wanted to.

The original owner of this body was just the son of a Serian Orion, and he had no memory of the geography and roads of the northern kingdom of Orland.

The only scattered directions I know at the moment are from Olivia's chat. The road to the east is blocked due to fighting, and there is a "Crown Territory" further east.

What else?

Leon didn't even know the name of the nearest town.

So how could he make up a "real" experience out of thin air that was not a journey through the forest, but was also detailed and testable? To be honest, these nobles are not ordinary people who lack knowledge about the geography of the kingdom.

He even said that when faced with Boris's provocation by the river and Olivia's questioning, if he had made another choice, he would have used nonsense lies instead of telling the truth.

At that moment, when faced with doubts, whether he continues to fabricate lies that the local nobles can see through at a glance, or turns around and tells the truth, he will appear even more suspicious.

Now, the only thing he can do, what he should do, is to continue to be honest with Olivia and continue to tell the truth.

"Young man, just tell the truth about how you came to Selva. As long as you have not committed any unforgivable crime of assassinating the king and killing the driver, I will also guarantee that you will not be held accountable in my territory."

Baron Earliver obviously didn't believe that this young man could really cross the Nightmare Forest.

Even if he had a griffon, it wouldn't be possible. In the history of the Farolis family, it's not like no one has tried to control the precious flying beast through the forest.

According to records, they also failed, and no one even saw the moment they disappeared.

Leon could only nod his head at the warnings of these two nobles.

This time, he raised his right hand and placed his palm on his heart.

This is the ritual for the Serian people who believe in the Church of the Holy Sun when they swear an oath.

Although he did not believe in the Holy Sun and the Prophet at all, by doing so, he should at least add credibility and solemnity to his words in front of others. After all, this body, in the eyes of outsiders, was still a young man who grew up in a theocratic kingdom.

"Witnessed by the Holy Sun and the Prophet Hilal, Leon hereby swears to you that everything I say is the truth. If there is even half a lie, my soul will fall into the abyss after death and be excommunicated forever. ." Leon vowed without any psychological burden.

I am not afraid of whether there are real gods in this world. Anyway, I am telling the truth.

"Thanks to luck, or maybe the favor of the gods, my partner and I did go through hardships and dangers through the forest in the south before arriving here. This is definitely not a lie, but the process is complicated and I can't explain it clearly in a few words.

We are not criminal fugitives with questionable origins. We are just three wanderers who unfortunately fell into the captivity of the Kantadar people after our family was destroyed in Rolanal City, and then broke the shackles and were forced to flee. "

Speaking the truth in the surprised and unbelievable eyes of the nobles around him, Leon sighed.

There is no way to make up lies that can fool these people without angering them at the same time.

And the truth has been made clear. If you don't believe it, you can't do anything about it. Just do whatever you want.

However, Leon did not want to be passive when he was always being questioned. As soon as he finished telling his true origin, he looked at the gangster.

I can't choke these nobles, but I can't choke you, a jerk?

"It's you, Boris, who coveted the precious sword I accidentally got during my escape journey when my companions and I just arrived in Selva. You repeatedly made trouble, robbed me on the road, and even used drugs to break into my house to rob.

Now, you are still blaming me and slandering me in front of all the noble adults. I can't help but ask you, is it us, the foreigners who risked our lives to fight the Kantadars, who are suspicious, or you, who disappeared and ran away alone when the disaster was imminent?"

When Leon said this, he suddenly had an idea.

Yes, how did this guy run out to report the news?

He was beaten by the three of them in the middle of the night, knocked unconscious, and thrown onto the dirt road under the hillside, which was the only way for the Kantadar cavalry to come!

So Leon once thought that this village ruffian had died in the hands of the enemy.

Obviously, those cavalrymen would not let go of a fainted local.

Unless he had woken up before the arrival of the Kantardars, but did not return to the village.

But he did know that the Kantardars were coming, otherwise why would he run to the town to find the lord to report the news?

The old blacksmith said that it was only a day's journey to the town.

Leon calculated the time it took to go there and back and the distance the lord's army took to arrive.

Just a little backwards thinking, and thinking about the time when the Kantardars approached the windmill tower that night. He understood.

Damn it, this sword tomb.

He witnessed the arrival of the Kantardars outside the village with his own eyes.

But not only did he not take the opportunity to report the news to the villagers who had lived with him for many years before the enemy attacked the village, but he left his ignorant fellow villagers alone and ran away! ?

Leon figured out this joint, and the contempt and hatred in his heart were suddenly indescribable.

As a person who was trapped on the top of the windmill tower by a large group of Kantardar cavalry that night and witnessed everything, Leon knew it very well.

Before dawn.

Before the Kantardars attacked.

If someone noticed the enemy outside the village and was free, he could quietly return to report the news.

Taking advantage of the night, even if the enemy villagers were alarmed, they would still suffer a lot of casualties, but under the cover of darkness, a large number of villagers would definitely be able to escape the fate of being massacred.

This is not modern times. There is no effective lighting equipment. With only torches, dozens of cavalrymen simply cannot catch more than 200 villagers who escaped into the dark night in the middle of the night.

After dawn, this group of Kantadars was unable to divide their troops to pursue so many fleeing villagers.

Leon looked at the bastard with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

There is no need to do it yourself.

Just tell the villagers this fact.

Whether it is the surviving women, children and children, or the young and strong men who have lost their families and have not returned to the village.

Each of them will want to tear apart this bastard who had the opportunity to save the village but turned a blind eye.

Boris, who still had no idea of ​​his tragic fate in the future, was still immersed in the panic of the moment when he heard Leon's questioning.

He didn't know what medicine the gentleman in front of him had taken wrongly, and the origin was so suspicious. He didn't blame the three little bastards, but forgave them one after another. But if he didn't quickly clear the criminal accusations in the other party's words, he was afraid that he would be in trouble.

"My Lords, this is a complete false accusation. I didn't rob them. I just went up to question them because I thought they were suspicious."

There were too many witnesses to the incident by the river. Boris didn't dare to deny it and could only argue reluctantly. But when he thought about the fact that there were no witnesses in the village when he stole the sword from the mill that night, he denied it flatly and said, "As for the theft with drugs, I didn't do it either!"

Since the sword had been mentioned, Boris thought that he couldn't get it anyway, so he rushed to defend himself: "I just thought the sword was suspicious! My Lord, he kept saying that he picked it up. Look, can that gorgeous noble sword be something he picked up on the roadside?

I was at the river at that time, but I just suspected that they were fugitives who had murdered their master and stole the sword. Heaven and earth can testify that I never thought of stealing money and killing people."

Hearing the sword mentioned in the conversation between Leon and Boris, Trosa and Elifer's eyes instinctively looked towards the sword hanging on Leon's waist.

It was indeed a beautiful half-hand sword with gorgeous appearance. With the vision of Count Trosa, he could also give it a very extraordinary evaluation, but why did it look a little familiar?

Seeing the eyes of the two nobles, Leon patted the weapon he got from the Undead Knight on his waist and clarified: "This is something I got on my journey. I picked it up when I passed through that dangerous forest. No lies."

"Young man, can I see your sword?" Baron Elliver suddenly asked beside him.

"Of course, sir."

Leon nodded, without doubt, pushed the sword guard backwards, slowly pushed out the sword on his waist, and then handed it over respectfully with both hands.

Elliver took the hilt from the boy with his left hand, raised the sword body, and the blade pointed to the sky.

He looked at the dwarf steel sword shining with a smooth mirror, his eyes swept across the inscriptions on it, and suddenly smiled, relieved and relieved.

Leon looked at the other party's inexplicable smile, a little puzzled.

Trosa suddenly understood something and stroked his beard in disbelief.

Baron Elliver did not speak, but drew his sword from his waist with his right hand.

Under the sunlight, the silver blades of the two long swords shone brightly.

And except for the slightly different blade and handle lengths, their accessories and equipment are almost identical.

The inscriptions on the blades are like replicas.

Leon blinked in surprise, and he raised his eyes slightly, then looked over the lord's shoulder and noticed the flag held high by the servants behind his team.

The thorn rose emblem wrapped on the flag.

The memory of that day swept over him, and Leon suddenly realized.

Isn't this the pattern on the shoulder shield of the corpse knight! ?

".I believe you, Leon."

Eliver put away his sentimental smile implicitly, sighed, and really called the boy by his name for the first time.

"You are the first batch of warriors who have successfully passed through the Nightmare Forest in the history of Orland."

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