Knight and Wand

Chapter 122 Imperial Secret Agent
".What's wrong?" The female poet looked at the wife of the young master of the Wolf family who was holding her wrist, and stroked her affectionate face with a chuckle.

"I can't forget the sweetness and happiness you brought me. Can we meet again?" Before leaving, Taiana felt a deep regret in her heart.

"Maybe? But it's better to treat this as a short dream. You are very obedient~ and I will naturally keep my promise and leave your life."

Having received enough information, the poet no longer had any attachment to this place. She pointed her finger between the woman's eyebrows, forcing her to lie down on the bed without resistance.

After the young master's wife of the Wolf family slowly fell asleep under the effect of the incense, the female poet put away her smile, turned around and left calmly.

She walked out of the mansion as a guest, left the upper town, and disappeared into the bustling crowd of Wolfenhall.

A low-rise settlement in the slums outside the city.

A dark alley full of good and bad people, full of thugs and bullies.
The neatly dressed and pretty female poet walked slowly into the depths.

The foul smell around did not change that delicate face in the slightest.

Soon, inevitably, a few hooligans with yellow teeth showing and lewd smiles followed behind the female poet.

Touching the dagger, the thugs stared at the woman's plump and round body that could not be concealed by her dress, and they could not help drooling.

"Hey! Where did you come from, little girl? Are you lost? Come to the pub with us and have a drink. We promise to take you home safely, haha."

The gang leader took out a short blade and walked forward to block the poetess's way.

Seeing the young and beautiful appearance of the woman, he felt even happier. He felt that he had won the jackpot today. After the game was over, he might even be able to let Master Coyote take it away and sell it for a large sum of money.

"Get out of here." The poetess looked calmly at the thug in front of her who was reeking of alcohol and sweat, without any fear or panic.

"Hey, girl, don't you understand what I said?" The gang leader tickled his rotten teeth and shook the dagger in his hand.

The poetess frowned, not wanting to leave any traces of the meaningless killing, so she coughed lightly and changed into another voice.

".Listen carefully, I am a man, get out of the way, I have something to do with 'Coyote'."

The thugs surrounding the poetess widened their eyes.

A beautiful woman suddenly spoke in a deep male voice?
This incredible situation left them confused.

"Male? Man??"

The gang leader looked at the curvy woman in disbelief and immediately shook his head.

"Stop lying to me. Do you want to see Master Coyote? You actors are really amazing. I almost got scared by you pinching my throat. I don't believe a man can act like this. Besides, even if it's a man, I'll fuck him today!"

"Are you the coyote's men?" The poetess who spoke the man's voice shook her head helplessly: "I hope you, a bastard, can be of some use to him. Just be thankful that you have saved your life."

She quickly moved her fingers through the air, chanting softly, and the purple lines were reflected in the eyes of the thugs.

"Since you want to have sex with men too, today you can have sex with each other to your heart's content." After the female poet said this, she walked past the stunned thugs and continued towards her destination.

Before long, a burst of terrified screams were heard from the original alley, and the gangsters' screams like wild beasts echoed continuously.

Pushing aside the hidden curtain, the poet bowed her head and bent down under the narrow door frame, and walked into the coyote's stronghold.

She looked up and saw the burly man lying on the bench in the house. She changed back to a woman's voice: "You should recruit some men with good eyesight and brains. Although thugs are easy to drive, they are also prone to doing bad things at critical moments."

The burly man put his feet on the broken table and raised his hand to shake the inferior wine in the wooden cup: "Sir, you are making it too difficult for me. The people above are paying attention to the east and the north, and the money has been given to the people in Orlando. They don't allocate funds to a small person like me, and leave me in this remote and desolate place. Where can I find reliable subordinates for you?

Those two dead guys who went to Farolis and never came back were the best knives we could raise in such a short time, and now they are gone too."

"Don't complain, I'm here to give you money." The poetess lifted her skirt, untied a pocket from the side of her smooth thigh and threw it over.

Raising his hand with a snap, he caught the heavy purse, weighed it, took another sip of the inferior wine, and sat up straight with his burly body: "Hehe, sir, you are still considerate of your subordinates."

"Has the idiot in Farolis been dealt with?" the poetess asked, letting down her skirt and straightening it.

"I killed him, cut him into pieces, and burned him down. I sent my assistants to take over the mess he left in Farolis.

He actually sold the comforting incense for money. This idiot really is not reliable to find local natives. It is better to transfer more people from the empire. "The coyote sighed, opened his arms to the poetess and patted his thigh.

"That depends on the person. The 'Lottie' I trained did a good job. He may have a chance to enter the Dragonmaw City Council within two years." The female poet walked up to the burly man, turned around and sat on his lap. "But you, the local Dark Claw, are still a country gangster leader after more than a year. You are really embarrassing me."

The coyote didn't care. With a wicked smile, he hugged the poetess tightly in his arms, took a deep breath, smelled the nostalgic scent, and then dishonestly reached into the poet's dress with his hands.

"My lord, the spies who went to Rolandar with the wizard masters have not received any news for a long time.

My spies outside have news that the army of the native king in the south has suffered heavy losses for some unknown reason and is about to withdraw. Is there a big mess?" The coyote bit the poet's earlobe and murmured in a low voice.

The poetess exhaled slightly, relaxed against the sturdy chest behind her, and answered softly, "That's why I came here and passed by you. Not only in the east, but also Master Pilieno of the Western Port Embassy was killed, and there is no news of his disciples now.

Coincidentally, in a new poem by a famous poet, there are three knights of Selva? There are many similarities and connections with the assassin intelligence from Falcona. The Farolis family also has a piece of land called Selva.

I will visit the village first, then go to Serrian and find out what happened in Rolandar."

The poetess put her arm around the broad neck of her subordinate and raised her head and said, "If the gentlemen who went to Rolandar also encountered some unexpected misfortune and lost so many important figures at once, although it is hard to imagine the shock it would cause to the country, the adults of the Westward Movement may seize the opportunity to kick the Eastward Movement out in front of Your Majesty."

"What about us? Do we no longer have to cooperate with the indigenous kingdom in the south?" Coyote stood up and gently pushed the female poet onto the table.

"Well~ I have done everything I should do for this convenient operation. Success or failure doesn't matter. I'll go to the east and come back~. With instructions from above, I may be able to transfer you to the capital of Orland. A militant like you should... do what you are familiar with..." The female poet lay on the table and sang breathlessly.

The coyote pulled himself together and let out a long sigh: "Then I will stay here patiently waiting for your good news."

In Lord Wolfenhall's mansion, Canis read his father's letter and felt more confident in his heart to hold back his anger. As long as he didn't attack Farolis City, burning a few villages in revenge and testing the reaction of the thorn flower would not be a problem.

It would be great if Baron Farolis's army could take the initiative to enter the Wolf Territory and provoke a war.

Once the accusation that Thorn Flower intends to start a civil war is proven, we only need to wait for another month, and Count Trosa, who has returned, will make arbitration and punishment in favor of the Wolf family.

Especially since the other party dared to violate the king's "anti-witchcraft decree", if his family could get direct evidence, it would be able to take the opportunity to truly swallow up Farolis's territory.

Having committed two serious crimes, this time there will be no one who can help and save the remnants of the previous dynasty, not even the Count of Duvana!
The young master of the Wolf family sneered in his heart, mocking Baron Farolis's foolish act of seeking his own death.

He stood up and looked at the warlock envoy who was sent by Count Trosa and arrived at Wolfenhall with my father's letter: "Master Mette, please follow me."

Canis led the way and brought the warlock who came from the front line of Mamor to the place where the remains of the wights were stored.

The warlock named Mette bent down and squatted, making hand seals towards the skinny undead body, muttering something, and blue magic light flowed in his palms.

After carefully examining the corpse for a long time, until he withdrew the spell, Mette stood up and shook his head at the young master of the Wolf family.

"I'm sorry, Sir Canis. I didn't sense any remaining magic power from this mummy, and I didn't find any traces of magic in its body. If what you said is true, then perhaps it is not a man-made undead."

"What do you mean, Master Mette? Isn't this a product of evil witchcraft? Could such a living dead be born from the mother's womb?" Not hearing the answer he wanted, Canis frowned.

"I know this sounds incredible, but under special circumstances, the undead and resentful spirits can indeed appear in nature. I don't know the specific cause yet and it still needs to be investigated. But with just this corpse, you certainly can't prove that Baron Thornflower violated the king's decree." Mette shook his head and explained.

Canis paced a few times in annoyance.

He certainly couldn't order the northern sorcerer who was invited by General Trosa to help at the front line to make up false testimony for his accusations.

It seems that it is not so easy to simply accuse Farolis of violating the "Anti-Witchcraft Law".

But now that he had his father's approval, he swore that no matter what tricks the Thorn Flower had used to come up with those things, the Gunnar family would repay their humiliation of the Wolf Lord with ten times the blood.

Besides, evidence is just the icing on the cake of the general trend. When needed, we can create evidence even if we don’t have it.

In the village house of Longka, Leon carefully read the reply from the Lord, then passed it to Azerien and others to circulate, and then said to the messenger beside him: "Wait a moment, I have another letter for you to take to Lord Elliver."

"Yes, Lord Pendragon." The messenger bowed and humbly stepped aside.

Corvis, who was standing next to him, turned around and found pen, ink and writing paper for Leon.

Leon dipped the tip of his pen in ink and wrote the second report to Baron Elliver on paper, while thinking and weighing the order and task that the lord had given him for the first time.

Baron Elliver, who was preparing to march his army far away in Avalon, was surprised to find that in his first letter alone he had sensitively predicted the possibility of a major conflict on the border from the refugee incident in Aiken.

However, the Lord of Thorn Flowers did not stop his plan to lead his troops south to attack Glade. Instead, he decided to speed up his pace immediately.

Leon also learned the truth about the Gunnar family from the letter.

Before the war, Baron Grey Wolf mobilized most of the available manpower in the Wolf family's territory and devoted himself to the conquest of Mamor County.

Compared to the one or two thousand soldiers and civilians that the Thorn Flower sent to respond to the call, it still retained a thousand main forces stationed in Farolis as a backup.

With the support of the royal party's political power, the Gunnar family unscrupulously squeezed out more than 3,000 soldiers and more than 1,000 civilians.

This is also the reason why in the early distribution of battle results, the Reding Castle of the Serpent Baron Doson would be taken by Gunnar, who had made a greater effort.

Therefore, apart from some garrisons retained in the city of Wolfenhall, the Gunnar family may only have a few hundred soldiers available to them.

Of course, this does not mean that the Thorn Flower family can take the opportunity to invade the Wolf Territory and regain the old land lost more than ten years ago.

Mamor County is not far from the Barony of Farolis. If a civil war really breaks out, the Wolf family’s army can always "switch homes" with Thorn Flower.

Besides, even if Gunnar lost Wolfenhall, he still had his ancestral land to retreat to, but Thornflower had nowhere to retreat to for the time being.

After attacking the Wolf Lord for no reason, there must be many people in the royal party who want to take the opportunity to clean up the remnants of the old king and divide up the land of Farolis.

So Leon saw that the real task given to him by Baron Elliver was to face conflicts without tolerance. He could take the opportunity to provoke disputes, but he could not let the war spread to the city of Woffenhall.

As long as the conflict is limited in scope, it is not a civil war but merely a dispute.

That's right.

At this moment, Elifer wanted to use the refugees to intensify conflicts rather than resolve conflicts and misunderstandings.

Of course, Leon knew that he was not granted the title of Lord for nothing. What the other party was worried about in the letter was that the increasingly frequent undead attacks on the edge of the Nightmare Forest would attract the Gunnar family's attention to the unusual developments in the south.

Elifer didn't want to disturb the quiet expansion of the thorn flower before taking over the land of Kantadar.

If a territorial conflict could divert the Gunnar family's attention to the forest, then no matter how big the conflict was, it would not matter. As long as Elliver could capture the enemy's pass in the south and make the position of the thorn flower unshakable, any small conflict that occurred in Kossos County during this period would be insignificant to the king far away in the capital.

After sealing the letter with sword-wing sealing wax and watching the messenger quickly leave, Leon came to the window and breathed the increasingly heavy air inside and outside.

Unlike the Kantadar people, as a vassal who joined the Thornflower Family halfway through his career, he did not want to take the initiative to provoke the Gunnar Family, who had no grudges against him.

But this was also clearly stated in the second letter submitted to Baron Elliver.

The ghosts of the ancient Faroris soldiers in Aiken Village have made suspicion and contradiction inevitable.

In addition, Baron Elliver has no intention of resolving the misunderstanding.
Leon never expected that the first battle he would face after becoming a knight might not be against the Kantadars, but against the Orlanders.

(End of this chapter)