Knight and Wand

Chapter 141 The Real Murderer (Shamelessly Asking for a Monthly Ticket)
Standing on the balcony on the third floor of the tower, Laura raised her hand and shook it, as a response to Leon who turned back and waved goodbye before leaving.

Although she would quietly follow and return to the other party later, for now, she still made a gesture of staying in the tower.

Watching the other person's figure passing through the magic curtain and walking down the high steps, the wizard lady put down her arm and turned back to Aphrodite's house.

He waved his wand away.

She walked to the curtained bed in the bedroom in two or three steps and jumped lightly~
The snowy hair is flying.

The petite figure bounced slightly along the bed, and then sank into the soft velvet bedding.

He buried his cheek in the quilt, lying there lazily for a while, as if he was reminiscing and melancholy.

Turning over, Laura rested her arm on her forehead, staring blankly at the gorgeous hanging curtain above, her golden eyes unfocused, as if she was looking into the distant past.

With the manifestation of magic and the influence of his soul essence, the changes in this guy are becoming more and more obvious.

The jet-black hair and eye color could perhaps be considered a coincidence.

But the quietly changing eyebrows and appearance
Even the way they treat others and deal with things has some similarities.

Even the way he pretends to be innocent and does bad things to girls has some charm.

Is this also a coincidence?
The white-haired girl turned sideways, resting her head on her arms, and looked at the portraits of Aphrodite hanging all over her bedroom.

Her eyes flickered as she watched the beautiful black-haired women's every smile and frown in the portraits. She couldn't help but slowly close her eyes, a hint of self-mockery rising in her heart.

Thinking too much?

Yes, if Aphrodite is obsessed with being stupid, then so am I.

How unlikely was that? How could she not know?

But even if there was only a hint of connection, she was unwilling to give up exploring this tiny possibility.

Are they really your descendants?

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If that's true, then when did you secretly give birth to a child in Rolandar without telling anyone?
Back then, which bastard who deserved to be cut into pieces was so lucky?
Laura couldn't help but sigh as she couldn't imagine the other party favoring a man.

If Aphrodite had known this, she would have killed that guy.

Of course, Laura also felt that perhaps there was no such man who was condemned by God.

Maybe he used Master Holemond's technology to copy a bloodline and pass it down.

In that case, Laura hoped that this was a result that she herself allowed.

Otherwise, she would make those who dared to blaspheme like this pay the price, even if it meant pulling them out of the Dead Sea again.

After a long time, he slowly let go of the rage that had ignited in his heart.

The wizard lady calmed herself down, turned over again, reached out and grabbed the pillow, hugging it tightly in her arms.

Recalling the warmth from a thousand years ago, she curled up as if still reminiscing about the old days.

The silent expression of longing, like the pain of forgetting, is always hurting Laura's heart.

".Ilaril teacher Lola will continue to protect everything you love."

The body turned into particles of light and dissipated into nothingness.

The empty Neti card floated down onto the bed.

Halfway back from Avalon, Leon did not delay. He led the carriage to the woods nearby.

After finding a slightly wider open space, Leon dismounted, took out the carving tools he brought from the wizard tower from his bag, spread out the magic manuscript, and followed the pattern to make ritual magic patterns on the ground to summon the souls of the dead.

After drawing the magic circle, Leon called on the guards to lift the embalmed body of Canis out of the wooden box. Then he placed the armor and weapons he wore during his lifetime at the corresponding ritual nodes according to the symbolic positions of their elemental attributes.

After making preparations, Leon warned Hawke and the others, "Remember, no matter what you see or know, keep it in your heart and do not let it out."

"Understood, Lord Leon, we will keep your secret forever." Zabron bowed his head deeply.

After the battle of Longka, these guards who fought bravely not only received praise from their comrades, but also received rewards from the lord that were far beyond their imagination. That was wealth that they could not even exchange their lives for in the past. What's more, now with the increase of that mysterious power, they don't even have to pay the price of their lives in the fight.

Zabron felt that being able to serve this generous and promising lord was the luckiest opportunity in his life.

Listening to the guards' oath, Leon nodded and asked everyone to stand guard from a distance. He squatted down, pointed his finger at the activation node of the magic pattern, and slowly injected magic power to connect the entire ritual.

A faint light came on.

Just like this, maintaining the general control of the energy flow, Leon stood up, drew a magic trajectory with each hand, and then combined it into a complete seal, with a black Netika card standing up between his fingers.

If the simple trick of using magic to create elemental reactions is not counted, then this is the first time that he has performed a complete magic ritual by himself without any guidance.

With a strange mentality as if he had completed his homework independently, Leon chanted the spell.

Different from the ignorant way of reciting the spell in the past, he now has a general understanding of the meaning of the spell he is saying.

He also knew the difference between the ancient spells he used and the spells used by modern spellcasters such as Corvis.

In the knowledge of magic, language and writing are not just tools for communication, but also the extension of the soul and will in the material world, and the "hands and feet" of the concept of "wisdom" in reality.

Distill the most significant ways in which language affects everything, compile them into different sets of words, reorganize and arrange them to assist magic power in acting on the elements, and form a series of magical reactions. This is a "spell."

The "ancient Lorelit language" is the product of the ancient wizard pioneers of the civilization in which Miss Lola lived during her lifetime, who discovered the essential power of language and writing to the extreme.

However, this also brought a problem.

As the ancient pioneers of magic became more and more powerful, the language and writing originally used by the Lorelites also underwent a transformation through continuous iterations.

This resulted in overly powerful Lorelit mages being able to cause unpredictable magical reactions simply by speaking or writing in the language.

The command read out can summon wind and thunder to cover the sky.

An angry scolding can kill someone.

The written words are like orders to drive the elements.

Since then, the powerful Lorelit wizards have had to degrade and abstract the original powerful language in order to ensure the safety of ordinary people during conversations, creating the later "Lorelit language".

However, time has passed and the Lorelits have long disappeared. Leon didn't know the reason, and Lola didn't answer his questions during the chat. Considering that this was the disappearance of the other party's entire civilization, Leon didn't dare to offend and delve into it.

But in this era, the "Post-Lorelian language", which was originally created for normal communication, has also become a medium for casting spells through the research of contemporary spellcasters and the reproduction of various existing rules.

Although compared to the "Ancient Lorelian language", the "Post-Lorelian language" used by wizards today does not contain the power of the real ancient "spell".

His will slowly sank into the orderly magic ritual. Leon closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and once again experienced the resonance of memories that his consciousness felt when summoning the souls of the dead.

There is none of the mystery that Miss Lola brings to herself.

There was no such grandeur as that seen when Garron was summoned.

Leon could only feel a trace of vague, shapeless, and almost imperceptible afterimages in the boundless darkness after closing his eyes.

In a trance, I resonated with the traces it had left behind, and vague memories passed through my heart. The excitement of wielding a sword for the first time. The joy of successfully hunting a wild beast.

The joy of marrying a wife and the family happiness of the birth of a child.

The rumbling sound of drums and trumpets rang in my ears, long swords cut down the enemy's battle flags, corpses piled up under the horses' hooves, and the bloodthirsty and heroic howls of wolves resounded throughout the battlefield.

Bravery bestowed glory on his own bloodline, and he seemed to have seen the glorious moment of leading the wolf pack.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Pain, coldness, surprise, confusion.

And endless anger.
My heart was broken, I was caught off guard, a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout my body, and my consciousness seemed to fall into a deep sea of ​​chilling cold.
Time seems to have stood still.

Everything stopped at the last moment of consciousness.

With a chill down his spine, Leon tried to open his eyes in confusion.

But the boundless darkness still shrouded his vision.

Quiet ripples under your feet
He explored the darkness, seemed to see something, and seemed to see nothing.

There was something there. It was something huge. Very big, very far away, something indescribable, something intangible.

What exactly is it? Leon couldn't describe its existence, nor could he be sure if it really existed.

Or maybe it's nothing, just my own illusion.

But where is this?
The moment the problem arose, the solid space made Leon feel suffocated.

It's not the suffocation that's strangled by the throat, but the suffocation that completely fills the mouth and nose and even every sensory gap.

Then, a huge whistling noise instantly filled the brain.

revenge!.
revenge!.
revenge--

Leon heard countless screams of revenge, the miserable howls of men, women, old and young merged into one, rushing towards him like a tsunami, and it seemed as if countless invisible hands were grabbing his whole body.

Suddenly, those angry cries and shouts suddenly distanced themselves and faded away.

No.

It's not the voices that are moving away, it's yourself who is rising!

Rising along with him was the unwilling roar of a familiar voice.

".I shouldn't have died there!"

“I shouldn’t have died like a wild dog in a prison where no one cared about me!

That shouldn't be my life!
It shouldn’t be like that!!!”

In the darkness, Leon saw Canis's face twisted with anger.

".Let me take revenge! I will kill the bastard who buried everything for me with my own hands! I will crush that man's throat with my fangs!"

The sharp teeth were embedded in each other, and the human head was changing in a chaotic manner, sometimes it was a roaring human face, and sometimes it turned into a wolf head with scarlet eyes.

The bloody smell in his face made Leon frown slightly. There was no doubt that Canis's soul had turned into a standard "ghost" as defined in the magic book.

"I can't guarantee what I can do, but I promise you that if I find the murderer, I will do my best to let you come and settle the score.

But you must obey my orders, this is your only chance to return to the world." Leon promised in his mind.

"Then it's a deal!"

The phantom wolf head let out a hoarse roar of anger.

As the contract witnessed by the Dead Sea was reached, the hideous and distorted ghost face gradually returned to the appearance of Canis.

Leon shuddered all over and truly opened his eyes.

The cyclone surrounding the magic circle made the surrounding treetops rustle. The black Neti card between his fingers turned into a stream of light and poured into the center of the formation, entangled and merged with the glowing ritual base.

Until magic cards, corpses, armor and weapons are intertwined and condensed.

The light fades.

The Knight of the Order of Arms, wearing wolf-patterned plate armor, with a sword on his waist and a lance in his hand, reappeared in the world.

"I never thought that I would have to face you in this identity, the wizard of the Thornflower family." Canis murmured angrily.

"What? Now that things have come to this, I'm giving you a chance to come back to life and seek revenge, and you still have objections?" Leon crossed his arms, fearless.

The contract has been made and the other party cannot go back on it.

The great magic that Lady Aphrodite made a covenant with the Dead Sea Dragon is not some second-rate or third-rate undead summoning spell.

It is impossible for Canis, a mere ordinary warrior, to transcend the constraints of the ancient dragon who created the world in the legend, whether he was alive or now that he is dead.

"I have no objection. Now I can only obey the god Vinolis who is in charge of death. You are now my lord." Canis snorted and admitted helplessly.

Although the memory of that unspeakable sea of ​​despair has disappeared, the feeling of transcendent terror still lingers in Canis's consciousness.

There is the end of everything, eternal nothingness, and darkness that never ends.

"Vinolis? No, my name is Yinnie. Don't call the god's name carelessly. Be careful if you go back to the Dead Sea next time, the god of death will whip you to death." Leon showed off his knowledge of magic by learning it on the spot.

Vinolis is the god of death in the native legend of Orland.

But compared to the folk myths of the Northern Kingdom, Leon believes more in Miss Lola and the well-founded Lorelit Magic Book.

"Whatever you say, don't forget your promise. I will kill the bastard who murdered me with my own hands." Canis clenched his lance and reiterated through his back teeth.

"I don't mind you taking revenge for yourself. Since that guy wanted to frame me for your death, I will never let him go. But before that, you have to at least tell me who killed you."

Leon asked the victim the most important question at the moment: "Was the person who stabbed you that night a beautiful woman with a good figure?"

The poetess that Larian met was the assassin that Leon thought was most suspicious.

When Canis heard this, his expression was a little surprised.

"Woman? What woman?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not! I don't know who this beautiful woman you are talking about is." The young master of the Wolf family, who had returned to the human world, frowned and denied.

He then angrily revealed the real murderer who murdered him: "The one who sneaked into the cell that night, used the excuse of breaking the shackles to take me out of prison, but pierced my chest with a spear was Mette!
It's that damned northern warlock!!!"

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