Knight with Wand

Martial law, blockade, closed city gates, teams of cavalry were ordered to rush through the various passes of the Western Port, and all the ships that were about to sail or had just sailed on the dock were stopped.

The wanted order describing the facial features of the "Sons of Dosen" was sent to the nearby counties by the cavalry.

And the castle on the cliff was also in chaos.

Countless dignitaries of Kantadar were now unceremoniously ordered to stay in their rooms and were not allowed to leave.

The wedding had just ended.

The bride disappeared strangely.

This was a loud slap in the face of the Falcon family.

But at this moment, the angry accusations of the Salain family, who had married into the family, at the steps of the hall, were not the most troublesome problem for Earl Falcon on the throne.

Boom!

The closed door was slammed open by a huge force.

The two cloaked knights who were originally guarding the door fell in backwards.

The tall figure covered in armor fell to the ground with a clang and rolled over, and then they got up again with their swords in their hands.

A black-robed wizard with an angry face stepped into the hall with a wand, and the black-armored soldiers behind him followed closely and filed in aggressively, guarding beside the wizard.

The Atias people did not take this area that symbolized the authority of the lord seriously at all.

The guards beside the throne pressed the hilt of the sword, and the blade had already been pushed out a little, looking at the foreign wizards and soldiers who didn't know how to live or die with murderous eyes.

Count Fercon raised his hand and waved to the captain of the guards beside him.

Although he was dissatisfied with these arrogant Atias people trampling on his authority, the count knew that he was wrong to the gold owner at this time.

After all, Master Pierino did die in his own castle, and his death was so miserable.

"What? With such a big commotion, are you preparing to go to war with Westport?"

Count Fercon held his chin and glanced at the wizards below: "Master Eamon, I usually give you too much respect that you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me now?"

"My Lord, I need an explanation."

Eamon grabbed his wand and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "The guards said that the last person to enter the embassy yesterday was a young Kantadar noble with his entourage. I want to thoroughly investigate the guests you invited."

Count Fercon had a worse headache after hearing this.

What the other party said was true. The biggest suspect might indeed be a noble who visited the castle.

He had already sealed off the castle and checked all the visitors. As a result, the earl naturally knew who disappeared in this sudden chaos.

"Don't bother my other guests. The people that Master Pilieno contacted during his lifetime and their followers have long disappeared.

They may not only be the murderers of your mentor, but also shamelessly stole my son's bride." Earl Falcon's eyes were filled with anger, recalling the son of Dosen, whom he had met once.

Of course, now it seems that there is a question mark whether the young man is the son of Baron Ledingburg.

Earl Falcon finally sent away the angry Master Atias after promising to issue a wanted order to the lords of nearby counties and immediately send troops to check the important roads along the way.

Emon returned to the empty embassy with an expressionless face.

After calming down, he came to the mentor's room again.

The miserable body of the loved one has been buried.

Emon endured the grief and observed the clues around him.

The shredded door panel and the hole that penetrated the stone wall opposite.

Although the traces of destruction were very shocking to ordinary people, Eamon knew that the mentor could still deal with this level of attack under normal circumstances.

This was obviously a sneak attack while the mentor was removing the protective spell.

And from the fact that the wand in the body's hand did not even have time to activate the preset spell, the murderer must know the teacher's preferences and relaxation habits as well as himself.

Although all the slaves were missing, those female slaves had no way of knowing the magic on the mentor.

They would not dare to attack the mentor at the risk of triggering the blood oath.

There was only one slave who knew how to remove the spell.

"Corvis, I knew it would be you." He spat out the name with a resentful tone.

Eamon knew that even if the damn little magic slave was not the one who did it, he must be an accomplice!

No.

Whether he was an accomplice or not, he had to die now.

The black-robed wizard closed his eyes, held the staff in front of him, and silently recited the tracking spell.

Casting the spell summoned the back-up that he had prepared for many years.

After a long time, Amon opened his eyes again.

He walked quickly to the window, took out the whistle, and blew a sharp sound.

The Hippogriff in the courtyard, hearing the master's call, immediately flapped its wings and flew into the air.

Jumping directly onto the back of the Hippogriff from the window, Amon rode his mount to the top of the legion soldiers.

"Go tell Earl Falcon to let his men chase in the north!"

After giving the order, Amon urged the Hippogriff to rise and soar in the direction of magic.

Along the wilderness path to the north, the three leading noble war horses slowly stopped their hooves by the stream.

Although their abundant physical strength was far from being completely exhausted at this moment.

But the tired Leon and others had to temporarily slow down their pace of escape.

The reason was simple.

The other two horses carrying Corvis and Elena were almost unable to hold on.

The two horses they were riding were bought by Lohak at a high price in Western Port yesterday afternoon.

But the good horse Uriah found temporarily in the market could not keep up with the extraordinary pace of the three noble war horses.

As for the ordinary packhorse that was the first to carry the luggage, it collapsed on the road due to exhaustion shortly after embarking on the escape.

Leon and others had to pick up the important items and gave up most of the travel equipment and the packhorse that was almost dying of exhaustion.

Taking advantage of the short rest time, Corvis and Azerian finally had the opportunity to dismount and take off the dancer's tulle on their bodies.

Leon also put on his witcher-like mixed armor again.

And because Lohak was reluctant to throw away Leon's noble snake helmet armor yesterday, and in order to prepare for the battle, he simply put it on himself before meeting him last night.

This also freed up an extra set of armor for Corvis now.

Even though Lohak's leather chain composite mixed armor was a bit too loose on the blond boy because of the difference in their body shapes, it was better to have some protection than nothing.

".You are not from Atias?" Leon asked the blond boy by the river in surprise after finishing his armor.

"Before I was ten years old, I could still be called a Vilanian. Of course, that kingdom had long been completely conquered by Atias, and this name is no longer meaningful."

While answering, Corvis led the tired horse to the shallow stream and let it lie down and wet its limbs.

A rising empire?

Also letting the warhorse wade into the shallow stream to cool down and rest, Leon continued to ask Corvis: "Is the Atias Empire very powerful?"

The blond boy looked back.

His eyes flickered, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he could only move his lips slightly: ". Very strong to the point of despair."

Corvis lowered his head and squatted, holding water and wiping the horse's body with the stream: "My hometown, Vilania, is not much smaller than the Kingdom of Kantadar, but the Empire only used one legion to conquer it.

And there are ten legions like that in the Empire."

Leon was surprised when he heard this: ". Then how big is the scale of each of these so-called legions?"

He listened, Atias seemed to have a complete and mature standing army.

"I can only speculate that a legion may have about 20,000 troops, but I don't know the details. After all, as a slave, no one will allow me to inquire about the composition of their army."

Corvis thought and recalled: "Anyway, in my impression, the soldiers of the empire are always black and dense, as if they are endless."

"So, at least 200,000 standing troops." Leon felt a headache.

He was not completely ignorant of the cost of maintaining an army. If this number was true, it meant that the national strength of the Atias people was even more amazing than he expected.

Seeing the worry on Leon's face, Corvis couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, even the empire would not risk overturning, crossing the dangerous and vast ocean, and wasting resources to send the entire army to this land.

You are very lucky that you are not adjacent to Atias. There are thousands of mountains and rivers between this land and the empire. At least you don't have to worry about facing the army of the black robes in your lifetime."

"That's good, but Atias is indeed located in the far east of the continent. Is this world really round?" Leon heard this and asked Corvis for confirmation.

This friend is actually following the Atias ship across the ocean.

"Hmm?. Your brain reacts quite quickly. Generally speaking, when you hear this, shouldn't you think that they are sailing along the edge of the continent?

You know, the Kantadar people never believe that the earth under their feet is a ball." Corvis raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Just as the blond boy was about to continue, his face suddenly changed and he stopped talking.

He stood up with a surprised expression and tried to reach his back.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him like this, Leon thought that there was a bug in the boy's armor, so he stood up and walked up to him and asked, "Did something crawl into your back?"

Corvis untied the rope buckle and tried to take off the armor he had just put on: "Please help me take a look at my back."

Seeing the boy's anxious look, Leon quickly lent a hand to help him take off his armor.

The people who were feeding horses and resting nearby also looked over.

When the boy's wide armor belonging to Lohak was taken off, Leon immediately frowned.

I saw a character on Corvis's back that looked like a branding iron mark, and it was faintly glowing.

"Did you see anything? Tell me quickly." Corvis couldn't see what was behind him, so he had to ask anxiously.

"It seems to be a glowing rune?" Leon drew the glowing character on the other's back on the ground.

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The blond boy stared at the words Leon had copied on the mud and fell silent.

"What's going on?"

Leon said with some concern: "Are you okay? Could that Pilieno know the death language? Did he leave other curses on you?"

"No, well, it's okay. It's just a mark of a past spell, a false alarm."

Corvis looked at the worry on the other's face and had to smile and shake his head: "Let's get on the road as soon as possible."

Leon was relieved when he saw that the boy's expression had returned to calm.

After helping Corvis put on his armor again, everyone waited for the two tired horses to lower their body temperature, eat and drink enough, and then headed northeast again.

This time everyone just urged the horses to jog, not running like they did last night.

First, Corvis and Elena's horses were not strong enough.

Second, after running at full speed last night, they were already quite far away from the Western Port at this moment, and it was impossible for Falcon's people to catch up and find them in a short time.

However, just when they reached a fork in the road, Corvis stopped his horse and fell behind the team.

Leon and others looked back in confusion.

"Everyone, thank you for helping me regain my freedom, but I have urgent matters to deal with now, so we can only go our separate ways." Without waiting for a reply, the blond boy pulled the reins and rode on the other side of the road heading west.

"Ah? Aren't you going to Orland with us?" Lohak looked at Corvis, feeling sorry. He wanted to thank this brother who had been taking care of his sister in the embassy after he returned.

Corvis raised his hand and waved to everyone to say goodbye: "If I have the opportunity to go to the Northern Kingdom in the future, I will definitely visit you in Kossos County. So, goodbye."

After saying that, the boy squeezed the horse's belly and urged the horse to speed up eagerly.

Leon looked at his departing back and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

After a brief contact and understanding, this young man from the East Continent was gentle, knowledgeable, and knew a lot about the East Continent and the Atias people.

If I could talk for a while longer, I would have gained more.

Unfortunately, everyone has their own way to go.

"Let's go, hurry up." Leon quickened the pace of the warhorse.

Everyone continued to move forward.

But as they walked, Leon sat on the horse and thought about it, and gradually came to his senses.

Something is wrong.

When they set out, they had already told Corvis where the destination of their escape was.

I also invited him to stay in Selva.

At that time, the young man also readily agreed.

Didn't see him say that he had something to deal with halfway.

Moreover, he was a slave who had been imprisoned by Pilieno before.

Even if he had a little freedom of movement, he would not be able to run to a place so far away from the Western Port on weekdays.

Now that he has regained his freedom, what else can he do urgently if he doesn't flee from Kantadar, which has close ties with the Atias people?

The glowing rune he saw just now flashed through his mind.

Leon's imagination could not be stopped, and he could not help but connect the rune with Corvis's sudden change of attitude.

What about the thing on his back.

This kid.

Can't it be true.?

Corvis flicked the reins, urging the tired horse under his crotch to run faster and faster.

His eyes kept sweeping over the surrounding environment, selecting the terrain suitable for the position.

Until he passed the rugged hills and rocks, a dense forest appeared in front of him.

Slowly stopping his mount, the boy turned over and dismounted, grabbed the bag on the horse's back, and ran quickly into the forest.

"Explosion. Explosion shock" Thinking about how to set up a trap, Corvis quickly searched among a pile of crystals and bottles and jars in the bag.

After selecting the materials, the boy took out the shovel beside his bag and started digging a hole under the tree roots.

Before he had dug a few shovels, he heard the terrifying sound of horse hooves hitting the ground from outside the forest.

"So fast!?"

The boy looked back with an incredible expression.