Knight and Wand

Chapter 138 Fate is wonderful
The rough voice echoed in the silent village. At such a close distance, inside the wall of the big house of the old village not far away, the guards on duty suddenly became agitated, and the sharp alarm sound of the military whistle immediately pierced the night sky of Selva.

"?" Larian couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the shrill tenor voice of the female poet opposite him.

"Assassinate the lady? What lady? Are you trying to confuse right and wrong?" The Knight-Errant realized his opponent's plan and approached him angrily with his sword in hand.

The poetess snorted and chuckled, her entire body trembling, then she raised the willow blade and rushed towards the knight with steps as elusive as a phantom.

call--!
The glittering azure long sword slashed diagonally, and the moonlight blade passed through the figure without any hindrance, as if stirring up a ball of turbid ink.

The fake figure turned into a large ball of black and purple miasma, which instantly covered his head.

Holding his breath, Larian stepped back. The trajectory of the knife light instantly became like a crossed cross, and the gust of wind it created dispelled the fog of hypocrisy in front of him.

But when he looked again, there was no trace of the poetess.

The murderous intent seemed to dissipate.
run away?

Feeling that the other party was even more slippery than a loach, Larian suddenly frowned and worried secretly.

Fearing that the other party was bluffing to cause trouble for his companions and lover, he ran towards the hotel.
".Assassin!? There is an assassin!?."

Almost at the same time as the sudden shouts were heard outside, the guards in the courtyard of the big house immediately passed on warning shouts to each other, and waves of searching footsteps spread rapidly around.

The guard knight standing in front of Lady Adelina's bedroom door did not dare to hesitate for a moment. In view of the previous lesson in the castle, he did not hesitate at all. He used all his strength to force the door open and rushed to the bedside to check on the lady's condition.

"Madam! Madam!"

The Royal Guards Knight shouted loudly.

Adelina, who was awakened, raised her head from the pillow, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the inner guards who broke into the bedroom in confusion.

However, when the Baroness noticed the commotion downstairs, she understood the situation and did not blame the other party.

"Please protect me, Tygas."

"Don't worry, I will never let the villain get close to you again."

There were guards with high martial arts skills guarding the upstairs, while another knight who was sleeping downstairs rushed out of the bedroom in just the clothes on his body, picked up the sword beside the pillow and drew it.

"Where is the assassin?"

"Lord Sangbu! There's movement outside the yard!"

Knight Sambu, holding a long sword, immediately led his soldiers out to search and soon found the direction where the previous shouting came from.

The torches illuminated the entrance to the village road. Looking at the marks of weapons left around and the smooth low wall that had been chopped, Knight Sambu lowered the light to shine on the deep boot prints on the mud, and immediately had a goal in his mind.

"Follow me in this direction, let's go to the hotel!"

Climbing up the outer wall, grabbing the beams and gaps, Larian quickly grabbed the edge of the bed and jumped back into the room.

He felt relieved when he saw Margarina sitting beside the bed.

Yes, he knew that he was too worried. If the female thief tried to return to the hotel along this route, she would be completely exposed and would not be able to escape his pursuit.

I guess while the other party was hiding, he had already slipped away in the dark from some unknown direction along the winding alleys of the houses.

"Larian! Are you okay? What happened?" Magalina ran over and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, but the female thief was not caught." Larian said, looking out the window with a wry smile. The sound of torches and footsteps was getting closer and closer. "Maybe I'm in trouble."

With the luggage, carriage, and other people accompanying him, he was no longer able to lead everyone to escape.

Lie back in bed and pretend you don’t know?

Larian shook his head.

The previous dangerous fight left many traces, and the female thief had a false voice. If I did too much unnecessary cover-up, it would make people suspicious.

Anyway, the female thief's frame-up was just a hasty act, leaving a lot of loopholes. Just explain the whole thing to the local guards. There is no need to provoke a conflict unless it is absolutely necessary.

Larian asked Margarina to wait in Martha's main room. He woke up the servant, gave him a few instructions, and then went downstairs and left the hotel.

Standing on the avenue, he faced the local guards who had rushed over.

"who!"

Knight Sambu held up the torch and watched from afar the suspicious figure walking out of the inn door.

"Larian, I'm a knight-errant passing through your place. Are you the local guards? I just happened to stumble upon a case and need to report it." Larian answered uprightly.

Leon had just fallen asleep after returning to Selva when he was awakened by a hurried knock on the door downstairs.

His house, after all, was just a residential building built by a wealthy man. It was not very big, and any noise made downstairs could be heard clearly by those sleeping upstairs.

Leon stood up and took his coat and put it on without waiting for the servant to come up and report.

It was the dead of night and someone was knocking on the door of the lord's residence at this time. It must be someone who was not here for fun. There must be something important.

When he arrived at the door, he saw the little servant who was also awakened, asking the newcomer through the door. Leon walked up to him, touched his head, and opened the door.

The people standing outside the door looked like guards in Lady Adeline's yard.

"Lord Pendragon! Lord Sambu has captured a suspicious stranger who might be an assassin with bad intentions. He is now leading his men to surround the inn, waiting for you to come over."

"Assassin? Why another assassin?" Leon was surprised.

It is still unknown which bastard assassinated Canis. He had just secretly brought the body to Selva and it was parked in the carriage in the backyard.

How did an assassin appear out of nowhere? Did I poke the assassin's nest when?
"I'll be there right away."

Leon turned around and told the servants to wake up the three guards who had returned from Longka and asked them to protect the house. Then he found a lantern and rushed to the east of the village with the soldiers.

When he hurried to his own inn, he saw that the Knight Sambu, who was in charge of protecting the Baroness, had ordered his soldiers to block the entire building inside and out.

When I walked in, I saw that the candles around the hall and on the ceiling had been lit. It seemed that all the guests staying in the pub had been awakened and gathered in the center of the pub.

The scene was in chaos, and the tavern owner and maids looked at the Farolis soldiers in confusion.

Most of the guests who were awakened from their dreams were at a loss as to what to do.

There are exceptions. There was a drunk man lying on the ground in dishevelled clothes, snoring loudly. He looked like he would not wake up from his dream even if the sky fell. I don't know how much he drank.

Leon then turned his gaze to a few women with half-covered faces nearby. They were standing in a group, and seemed to be a group traveling together. At this moment, these women of different ages were looking anxiously at a handsome black-haired young man not far away.

The young man crossed his arms and kept saying something to Sambu. Beside the young man, several Faroris soldiers surrounded him vigilantly. One of the soldiers was holding a gorgeous long sword that obviously did not belong to a soldier. Perhaps it was a weapon removed from the opponent.

"Lord Leon."

When Knight Sambu saw Lord Selva arriving, he quickly saluted the young senior knight.

Larian couldn't help but turn his head when he heard the name.

"Sir Sambu, your soldiers reported that there is an assassin? Where is he? Has he been caught?" Leon asked, looking at the strange young man who was obviously being guarded by Sambu.

"We heard someone screaming "assassin" in the middle of the night, so we came out to search." Sangbu briefly recounted the process of their pursuit, then raised his hand to signal the young foreigner in front of him.

"When I led my men to the inn to block the way, I ran into him. He claimed to be a knight ranger from the Holy Kingdom's 'Dineshien'. He said he had seen a real assassin and had fought with him, but I didn't dare to believe him."

"Are you Mr. Leon Pendragon?"

Larian saw the Knight Lord whom he had not met during the day, so he also bowed and said, "My name is Larian. When I first arrived in Selva during the day, I visited your house, but at that time, I only saw the housekeeper."

"I heard that a knight from afar came to see me, but I just returned to Selva this evening and we missed him." Leon stared at the calm young man and asked, "You don't look nervous. Do you have evidence to clear your suspicion? Based on Sir Sambu's description, I'm afraid we can't easily believe the defense of a man who wanders outside with a knife in the middle of the night."

Larian replied calmly: "As I just explained to Mr. Sambu, the initial call that disturbed the guards was made by the real assassin to escape my arrest.

A little investigation will reveal that the cry did not come from any of your guards, nor was it the cry of the local villagers. If I were the criminal who intended to assassinate you, could I have made that cry to warn you?"

Leon didn't know the details, so he had to look at Knight Sambu.

"Sir, I sent my men to find several other teams of guards and the nearby villagers to confirm. So far, the first person who shouted assassin has not been found." Sangbu nodded.

Larian sighed and said, “Besides, believe it or not, the assassin who shouted with a man’s voice is a beautiful woman dressed as a bard. She is a witch who can cast spells.

The guests present, as well as the innkeeper and waiter, can all testify to the existence of the poetess. Didn't you search the entire inn but couldn't find her? She must have escaped in the night."

"I still can't believe your one-sided story, outsider. After all, we can't rule out the possibility that you killed the poetess, hid the body, and made up a bizarre story to make us let down our guard." Sangbu retorted dutifully.

"Lord Larian is an upright and kind-hearted man! He has protected us from harm all the way, so he would never do such terrible and despicable things as you said!" The girl's indignant defense suddenly came from the crowd.

Leon looked in the direction of the voice and saw a petite figure among the group of women with robes half covering their faces.

"Don't interrupt, Sally." Martha covered the mouth of the girl beside her, feeling helpless.
This child was the daughter of a Serrian noble who was abducted to Kantardar. She had always been very stubborn, and because of this character, she had suffered a lot at the hands of the terrible black-robed wizard.

Margarina also silently hugged Sally and touched her head to calm the girl's anger.

Leon raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Suddenly I had a sense of déjà vu. The atmosphere of the outsider who caused the misunderstanding was so familiar.

".Who are they?" Leon turned to Larian and asked.

The Knight Errant looked at his companions and was moved by the girl's defense.

But if possible, he really didn't want to involve the women entrusted by Master Goliath in this situation.

However, stating my intention now would indeed make it easier to clarify my identity.

"A benefactor asked me to find a place for these homeless women to stay. I passed through your territory and heard about your upright and kind deeds in the poems, so I came to visit you from afar," Larian replied.

"My deeds?" Leon blushed and felt a little embarrassed. "You don't mean the "Knight of Selva" written by Goliad, do you?"

To be honest, when he heard the series of poetry stories adapted from him, Azerien and Lohak at Lady Adelina's aristocratic party, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Not only did I not expect that the frivolous poet actually wrote an excellent heroic poem in praise of them, but I also did not expect the content of the story to deviate so wildly from the facts.

For example, the fifty Cantadar cavalrymen who were defeated and fled to Selva turned into five hundred cavalrymen who broke into the border and burned, killed and looted.

The leader, Baron Dawson, turned into a monster knight with a snake's head and a human body.

The process is even more ridiculous.

Olivia's actions were not told to the outside world because old Brian deliberately concealed them. Leon could understand that she had no way of knowing and it was normal that they were not mentioned in the story.

But the actual process of defeating the enemy changed from a griffin's sudden attack to defeating the remaining soldiers, to three brave young knights each fighting against a hundred enemies, killing them one by one, and even rushing into the enemy's formation to cut off the head of the snake-headed monster.

No wonder he got the nickname Snake Slayer.

It was so shameful. Leon swore that he would remind the lecherous poet in person if he had the chance:

A parody is not nonsense! An adaptation cannot be made up randomly!
But it was also strange. That guy knew about the deeds of the three of them from somewhere. Before his poem was written, Selva's deeds should not have been well-known. Outside of the Territory of Thorns, who would know what happened in a small country place?
Just because I meddled in other people's business and saved him once in Dragonmaw City, did he come all the way to the Thornflower Territory?
But that wasn't right. He was released from prison in Dragonmaw City and appeared in Western Port a thousand miles away almost at the same time as his group.

How did the poet find the time to go to Farolis's territory to collect materials for the story? Did he write it after investigating in Cossos County after Westport?
What's even more wrong is that after I escaped and returned to the Territory of Thorns, I learned about the spread of the story of the poem at the castle banquet.

If it was written later, it would have spread too quickly.

Could it be possible that the lecherous poet could fly?
"Lord Leon." Elena's voice came from outside the door.

Leon looked back.

Ms. Elena, who has now become the de facto housekeeper of her own house and territory, walked quickly into the tavern, passing through the soldiers who blocked the inn under the protection of the guard Hawke.

"Ma'am, why are you here?" Leon asked.

"I saw that you were in a hurry and took the sword you said you would find a craftsman to repair. I was afraid that you would need the sword." Elena handed over the long sword in her hand.

Leon nodded and thanked him. He was indeed used to it. When he came over, he took the damaged sword on the shelf, which had been severely worn in the battle, and slung it around his waist.

After changing his sword, he was about to continue questioning Larian.
But in the crowd, Martha looked at the familiar face and couldn't help but call out tentatively: "Elena? Is that you? Elena!"

Martha was afraid that she had seen it wrong because of the dim candlelight, but, apart from the fact that the other person's clothes were simpler than when he was in the black robe, his complexion was more energetic than before.

This voice, this tone, and this appearance. There's no mistake!

Celie, who was held in Miss Margarina's arms, also opened her eyes wide: "Sister Elena!?"

When Elena heard the familiar voice, she looked over with her blue eyes in astonishment: "Is this voice? Martha? Sally?!"

Leon couldn't help but stop talking to Larian.

The two men looked around at the women on both sides who suddenly recognized each other.

Each of them had their own doubts.

".acquaintance?"

(End of this chapter)