Knight with Wand

"Young knights, I will remember your help. In time, a poem praising your chivalry will spread across the continent."

Even though he was being held by the Dragonmaw soldiers, the embarrassed poet did not forget to look back and thank them in a rhythmic tone.

"Shut up and go in." The guard kicked the middle-aged poet on the butt and kicked him into the cell.

The controversial reputation of the other party would not attract the soldiers of Dragonmaw to treat him with any preferential treatment.

What's more, he is now accused of seducing a married woman and abducting someone else's wife. Such a serious crime needs to be investigated slowly.

Next to the poet, several gangsters who committed kidnapping were also thrown into prison by the soldiers.

It is not difficult to explain the cause and effect clearly.

After showing the documents proving the knight's identity and the testimony of the tavern owner to the captain of the Dragonmaw City Guard, who was in charge of this area, Leon and the other two were soon respectfully sent back to the tavern where they were staying.

The behavior of several people was considered to be a heroic act like a ranger knight.

If it weren't for repeatedly stating that he would leave by boat the next day, the captain of the guard would even report their righteous act of stopping the crime to the Dragonmaw City Council and apply for a certain amount of reward.

Unfortunately, everyone really didn't have time to stay in this city to wait for him to complete the complicated approval procedures.

Before parting with the captain of the guard, Leon asked curiously about the entanglement in the matter he intervened in.

After a simple chat in the tavern, I learned that the middle-aged man named Goliad seemed to be a very famous bard.

But his reputation was worrying, and he was a representative of the kind of poets on the continent who had talent but no morals.

He was especially known for not being able to control his pants, and he offended countless nobles.

".I think it's a miracle that he has lived to this day since he became famous." The captain of the guard said to Leon with a burp.

However, despite all the shameful legends of his debauchery, it still cannot cover up the talent of this poet.

There are still many nobles and wealthy businessmen who don't care about his reputation. They invite him to participate in their own activities and banquets, and spend a lot of money to hope that he will recite poems and leave behind a lot of brilliant poems.

The boss mentioned by the gangsters who were beaten down is one of them.

I heard from the captain of the guard that he is a wealthy businessman in the city who has risen rapidly through maritime trade in the past two years. Apart from this, he doesn't have much reputation.

Perhaps because of face, the guards did not receive reports from the wealthy businessman before.

But the only gangster who can still speak did accuse Goliad with certainty.

It is said that when the poet was invited to the boss Rotty's house, he kept flirting with the boss's wife.

When people saw the lady for the last time, the angry Mr. Rotty found a disheveled Goliad in his wife's room the next day, and his wife herself disappeared.

That day, many servants witnessed the strange sight of the bard jumping out of the window of the lady's room with his bare buttocks and escaping.

The whole incident was not complicated, but it was an indescribable chaos.

Fortunately, Leon slept peacefully for a night and put aside this small episode that had nothing to do with him.

Even if the bard who behaved improperly was really a kidnapper, he would be punished by the laws of Dragonmaw City if he was imprisoned.

The next day, the three boarded the ship as scheduled.

The merchant ship loaded with cargo slowly left the dock and headed west along the Rushina River into the sea.

Azerien and Lohak, who saw the ocean for the first time, did not leave the deck for a long time in front of the magnificent scenery of the blue sea and sky.

Leon had seen the sea in his previous life, but he didn't have much emotion, and he knew that the next journey would be more boring than the land.

As expected, the two teenagers lost interest in the unchanging seascape in less than half a day.

In the next few days, everyone played chess in the cabin and slept, and occasionally participated in the wrestling activities organized by the sailors in their spare time.

Since they didn't gamble, they couldn't join in more other entertainments on the ship.

It was obviously a much faster waterway than on land, but the three of them felt extremely tortured.

The salty sea breeze blew over the largest port in the west of the Kingdom of Kantadar.

On the masts of countless large and small ships on the dock, flocks of white seabirds would sometimes stop at the top to rest, overlooking the busy coastal city below like an ant nest.

The Western Port has been particularly noisy in recent days, not because of the trade from all over the world in the port, but because of the celebrations that the Falcon family, which rules this city, is preparing in recent days.

The heir of Count Falcon is about to usher in his wedding day.

There was an endless stream of nobles coming from the surrounding areas. Even though a war was breaking out in the distant eastern part of the kingdom, King Aviut had already sent royal envoys to his staunch ally before the war began.

Now that the distant country has given full support, the importance of the Western Port to the Kingdom of Kantardar is unparalleled.

Even the city where King Aviut lives cannot be compared with this seaport that is constantly receiving powerful weapons, resources, and trade from the distant empire.

On the cliffs near the sea, there is a huge castle complex built by the Falcon family at great expense from generation to generation. Servants and slaves are busy day and night in it, welcoming batches of invited guests.

At this moment, only the foreign guests living in the courtyard buildings on the east side of the castle can enjoy the undisturbed tranquility as before.

Warriors in uniform black and gold armor stood in front of the luxurious courtyard gate in the castle, staring at the endless stream of people in the distance with contempt and arrogance.

Looking at the self-proclaimed noble Kantadar rulers, the guards in black armor and gold edges seemed to be quietly watching a group of funny primitive people.

And in the courtyard guarded by the black armor guards.

A handsome blond boy in a thin waistcoat walked through the carefully cultivated grass and shrubs on the flat and exquisite stone carving road and came to the courtyard behind the building.

The blond boy went around the hidden statue and finally found the familiar figure.

"Elena?" He called the other person's name gently.

Behind the ramp of the statue, the gentle woman who was sobbing stopped crying and turned back with tears in her eyes.

"Are you still missing your family?" The boy sighed.

".I had a nightmare again."

Elena's voice trembled and she choked a little: "I dreamed of my brother. I just hope he is still alive and safe."

She was not surprised that the other party could find this place. The young man in front of her was one of the few friends she could talk to now.

"I don't want to disturb you, but the master is coming back tonight. He specifically wants you and me. We all need to prepare." The handsome boy reminded helplessly.

"Well, I know. Thank you, Corvis." Elena replied with a reluctant smile.

The boy nodded, and did not urge the poor lady who shared the same suffering as him, and turned away.

The surroundings became quiet again.

Elena stood up, wiped away her tears, and took a deep breath to calm her longing.

"The song of fate is unpredictable.

It is a sad song.

The smile faded in the illusion.

With the whisper of the sun, moon and stars, it gently tells."

The low and gentle singing came from above.

Elena turned around and looked at the castle battlements with cliffs behind her in surprise.

A middle-aged poet in bright clothes leaned against it with a melancholy look, gently plucking the strings and singing a lamenting poem.

"Ah~, sad little robin~"

"Sir, who are you?"

Elena opened her eyes in confusion.

She had never seen this face before in such a long time.

The poet's smile raised his curved mustache. He took off the feather hat on his head on the wall and bowed his head to greet: "Goliard, a poet, nice to meet you, ma'am."

It's on the shelves. There will be more updates today. It is estimated that there will be more than 10,000 words, but the time is uncertain. Alas, I still have to go to work. I'm going to die suddenly.