Knight and Wand

Chapter 148 Overturning the table
"Canis! Are you okay? I'm glad you're okay." Seeing his eldest son being captured, Baron Gunnar almost stood up.

But he was surprised to find that his son's freedom was not restricted by the Thorn Flower family. Not only was there no shackles under his wide cloak, but he was also wearing armor and a sword on his waist, and even his weapons were not removed.

"Father, I have something to worry about. It's very serious! We have been used by someone. Someone wants me to die in the prison cell of the Thorn Flower Family, and then use the angry Wolf Family as a knife in their hands."

Canis gnashed his teeth and stared at the side seat. He raised his hand and pointed at the northern sorcerer: "Lord Trosa, the wizard named Mette! He 'almost' succeeded in murdering me. I ask you to allow me to arrest him personally!"

"What? Mette wants to kill you?" Baron Gunnar followed his son's direction and looked over there in doubt.

Trosa also raised an eyebrow at the sudden accusation.

The noble lords and knights present all looked at the frowning Warlock Met in an uproar.

"Father, he didn't just 'want' to kill me, he had already tried. That night, this guy used witchcraft to pretend to help me escape from prison, so that I could get rid of the guards. He also used the excuse of helping me break my shackles to make me relax. He then slipped into the cell and pierced my chest with a spear. If it weren't for him,
If I hadn't been lucky enough to recover from my injuries, my corpse would be in front of you now!" Canis said angrily, and his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Wait, Lord Canis, is there any misunderstanding?" Hilgard felt the sign of impending storm, and couldn't help but stand up and turned to ask his old friend beside him: "What's going on?"

"Master Mette, what do you have to say about Canis's accusations?" Trosa looked at the northern warlock with a headache. There were too many unexpected things today.

Mette narrowed his eyes and looked away from the furious Canis, and instead turned his gaze to the young knight named "Leon" beside him.

Seeing the look from the 180-year-old old Biden, Leon stared back calmly.

This old guy showed such goodwill at the beginning that he never thought that a northern warlock who seemed to be an outsider would actually assassinate Canis and frame him.

Fortunately, he didn't need the help of a famous detective to solve the case. Ms. Aphrodite's magic could allow the victim to get up from the ground and identify the murderer.

Mette remained calm, looking at everyone's gazes, and had to stand up with the help of his spear to face the young master of the Wolf family who wanted to split him in half.

Those damned Attias, those damned "Hundred Heads".

I just helped them with a small favor, but ended up getting myself into such a big trouble!

But the fact is that Canis is dead. No matter how unbelievable the scene before him was, Canis was definitely dead at that time.

Even the high priest of the Holy Sun Church cannot bring back to life a corpse whose soul has dissipated.

What was before her was an undead spirit, or an illusion, summoned by magic. Mette had no idea which wizard could actually call back a ghost with sanity, but as long as it was still magic, there might be room for maneuver.

"I don't need to argue! Lord Trosa, I have no grudge against Lord Canis, so how could I assassinate him? In fact, the one standing in front of you is just a 'fake' created by magic. He is not the real Canis." Mette said in a righteous voice.

As he spoke, he pointed at Leon and said, "The Farolis family has a warlock who is proficient in magic. He is currently manipulating witchcraft creations to play tricks on you and slander me."

Now that the relationship has been completely torn apart, Mette naturally doesn't want to help the little knight hide his identity as a spellcaster anymore.

Although this cannot really affect the other party, it can at least clear one's suspicion.

But General Trosa, who was at the head of the group, was furious when he heard this. "Master Mette, you told me before that the Faroris family had no suspicion of violating the witchcraft law. Now you are changing your testimony? Are you fooling me?"

Leon sneered at Mette, "Are you angry and mad? Canis is standing here with flesh and blood, and you say he is fake? Then are we all fake too?"

The Earl's advisor Hilgard who was present was completely confused. He mobilized the magic power in his eyes and looked back and forth at the young master of the Wolf family, but he couldn't find any trace of illusion on the other side.

Whether it was the appearance or the magical characteristics on the body, the person in front of him was undoubtedly a living, breathing person.

Hilgard put away the magic in his eyes, and in confusion, he did not speak rashly to help either party. He just looked at his old friend beside him in silence.

Assassinate Canis? Did my old friend live too long and go insane? Why would he try to murder a noble who had no grudges against the society?

Hilgard couldn't imagine how much of an impact it would have on the warlock society once the charges were proven.

It is taboo for the sorcerers of the association who are restricted by law to interfere in the disputes among the lords within the kingdom, let alone assassinate them with their own hands?

"There's no point in saying more! Whether it's fake or not, you will know it once I break this forged witchcraft!"

Mette knew that the only way to prove that the Canis in front of him was not a real person, no matter whether he was a ghost or an illusion, was to remove the other party's spell. These nobles who did not understand the principles of magic would still be deceived by his explanation.

It was even less likely that Hilgard would risk being charged with forming an association and exposing his own lies. After overcoming the current difficulties and returning to the Northern Fortress, he would explain the whole story to his old friend.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Mette gripped his wand tightly and immediately pointed the spear blade, which was glowing with magical light, at Canis.

(Lorelit)

".In the name of the dead king, Yinnie, I order you to go back! Sleep, the shadow of the past that should not wake up!"

The sorcerer chanted a long spell so fast that the paragraphs were almost inaudible. The spell to counter the undead magic, with a torrent of magic power consisting of gray, white and black lights, rushed straight towards Canis in front.

The young master of the Wolf family threw his cloak and leaped back to avoid the attack, but was still surrounded by the incoming magical light spots.

Seeing the warlock casting a spell without permission, Trosa shouted angrily: "How dare you! Stop it!"

All the lords in the military tent stood up instantly, and the knights of honor behind them also drew their swords, waiting for the general's order to capture the daring sorcerer.

Baron Grey Wolf also led the knights to protect his eldest son.

Seeing the sudden commotion in the military tent, Hilgard tightly grasped his long hammer and staff, frowning.

The other people present did not understand magic, nor could they understand the Lorelit language, but as a sorcerer, Hilgard knew that the spell his old friend performed was not to dispel illusions.

It is a spell specifically designed to counter the undead!
Does that mean that Mette also believes that it is Canis's ghost? Doesn't that mean that Mette knows that the person in front of him is Canis himself? Isn't this almost like tacitly accepting the other party's accusation?
The moment the Earl's warlock advisor discovered the truth, he hesitated as to whether he should stop the other party or who he should help.

Before anyone could react, black, white and gray magical spots entangled Canis' body.

Leon drew out his sword and looked at Canis, who was guarded by the Wolf Knights, with a little concern.

It’s not that I’m worried about the life or death of the young master of the Lang family.

Nor was he afraid that the spirit formed by the Neti card would be destroyed.

According to Laura, even if it was the black degraded version of the Neti Card that she created, only a wizard of her level when she was alive could study and understand it and try to interfere with the stability of the Neti Card spirit.

Leon was worried that Mette would use the attack technique to directly and forcefully defeat Canis. If he died like the living, his spirit would naturally turn back into the form of the Neti card.

Fortunately, he saw a faint light on Canis's wolf-patterned plate armor, and he felt relieved. The armor had the effect of resisting attacking magic, which he had experienced before. Now, after being reshaped by the Neti card ritual, it became a part of the spirit and restored to its state before the damage.

"Everyone calm down, please look at this Canis." Mette's voice was stuck in the middle of his words. The light magic light surrounding Canis dissipated, and the magic to disperse the dead souls had no effect at all.

But seeing the magic pattern on the armor of the young master of the Wolf family, it seemed that this was the reason. Mette was anxious and turned to argue with everyone: "Everyone wait a moment, that armor has the effect of breaking magic. It prevented me from breaking the illusion. As long as I take it off..."

"Enough! Wizard, this is the armor passed down from my Gunnar family! Since it is now worn by my son, how could it be an illusion?"

Baron Gunnar came to his son and patted Cannis's cheek to confirm the feel.

Canis gave his father a wry smile. He couldn't tell his closest relatives what had really happened.

Baron Gray Wolf leaned over and asked his eldest son in an inaudible voice, "Son, how old were you when you last wet the bed?"

Hearing his father asking about his childhood embarrassment, Kanis suddenly had a complicated expression, but he understood the priorities. The young master of the Wolf family moved his mouth and still answered awkwardly: "Eleven"

Okay, this must be my eldest son, no doubt about it, what bullshit witchcraft.

Baron Grey Wolf no longer had any doubts, and did not want to continue listening to Mette's nonsense. He looked at Count Trosa angrily and said, "General! If you don't give the order, please forgive me, the Gunnar family will take action ourselves and capture this lunatic who attempted to murder my son!"

The knights of the Wolf Clan who stood in front of the Lord and the Young Master pointed their swords at Mette.

The Stag Count also lost his last patience with the warlock.

"Mette, I can promise that I will not hurt you in the slightest before I find out the truth. Put down your wand and surrender. I am only warning you one last time. And Hilgard, old friend, you have to accept the questioning temporarily despite the grievance." Trosa stood up.

Upon hearing the Lord's intention, the knights of House Stag immediately surrounded the two warlocks.

Mette looked around at the knights who looked at her unkindly, and closed her eyes helplessly.

Although Hilgard, who was standing beside him, believed he was innocent, he did not resist and handed the long hammer and staff to the knight in front of him.

Hilgard didn't want to intensify the nobles' opinions on the Warlock Society. No matter why Mette did such a crazy thing, she had to distance herself from the society and this matter as soon as possible.

"Master, don't force me to be rude to you." The leading knight of the Lu family grabbed Mette's staff, and seeing that the other party did not let go, he could not help but persuade him.

After all these years, it turned out to be such a trivial matter. Laughing at herself inwardly, Mette opened her cold eyes.

Hilgard suddenly realized the gathering of magic power beside him, his eyes widened: "Mette you!!"

"Get out of here, you mortals in disguise." Mette shouted at the knight in front of him.

Boom——!
The strong explosion and flash spread out from Mette, like a bright sun bursting at the top of the warlock's spear.

Everyone in the military tent could not help but cover their faces to block the dazzling light, but the impact of the incoming wind wave also knocked all the knights in the tent away.

The huge military tent collapsed with a loud bang, and the guards outside the tent were knocked over by the sudden shock wave.

The soldiers in the distance heard the noise and looked over in surprise.

When they saw the knights and nobles crashing through the thick tents like scattered flowers and flying out, and the general's tent collapsing, the soldiers of the Lu family couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Protect the general!"

There was a sudden sound of trumpets in the camp, and the heavily armored guards holding long spears rushed towards the center of the explosion.

Leon flipped over in mid-air, supported himself on the ground before landing, and used the force to land sideways on both feet. The greaves and steel boots followed the force of the shock wave and left two footprints on the ground.

As soon as he stopped moving, he drew his sword and stood up to search for his boss.

But the Lord of Thorn Flowers was not a weakling either, and he landed more easily than him, while the other knights of Farolis had already been guarding the lord.

Most of the noble lords who participated in the arbitration meeting were skilled in martial arts. Even if there were a few who were not up to the average level of knights, they were only thrown out by the sudden impact and were in a mess, but no one was injured.

Hilgard steadied himself, flicked his sleeves, and waved at the long hammer wand that flew eight feet away.

The heavy steel staff returned to his palm with a whoosh, and the warlock advisor immediately mobilized his magic power, and strings of rune lights lit up on the long-handled hammer.

Hilgard pointed his warhammer at his old friend, stared in disbelief and shouted, "Met? Are you crazy?"

If the great knight Kailan had not been left by Trosa in Mamor County to command the army, he would probably have been beheaded by Mette's sudden attack just now.

Hilgard didn't understand why his old friend suddenly became angry.

Even if he was imprisoned and convicted, as long as he was still alive, with the mediation of Earl North and various means within the society, it was not impossible for him to escape from prison and punishment without being noticed. Outsiders might not know, but how could Mette herself not know?

There was still room for improvement, and the society would certainly not sit idly by and watch a master sorcerer be easily executed by the nobles, but now that a direct conflict has been provoked, it is irreversible.

This place is located in the center of the army. With so many military knights and elite soldiers, even a master sorcerer cannot escape. Moreover, if a fight breaks out, there is no way I can sit idly by.

Mette looked at the surprise on his old friend's face and shook his head secretly. He would not surrender. Once he was imprisoned, even if the nobles of Orland did not kill him, someone would not let him live.

We can't stay in the north any longer. Today we have to fight for a chance of survival.

Count Trosa, who was not far away, stood up under the protection of his vassal lords and patted his dusty cloak.

Now, even without investigation, everyone knows the truth.

Moreover, according to the laws of the kingdom, it would not be unfair to hang him a thousand times for such an offense against the nobles.

"Capture Mette, regardless of life or death." The general ordered the knights and lords.

However, Canis, who had suppressed his anger for a long time, rushed out with a sword in his hand like a beast before Trosa could say anything.

Baron Gunnar didn't even have time to pull his eldest son out.

The angry young master of the Wolf family roared with hatred and unwillingness for losing a life that should have been full of pride and glory.

"Wizard! I've crawled back from Hades to settle accounts with you!!!"

The ground was crushed by the boots, and the moment the ground cracked, Canis' eyes turned red and he raised the sword in his hand.

Watching the news, there was another small earthquake of magnitude 2.0 at o'clock this afternoon. What should I do? I am so panicked. I want to run so badly. Woo woo woo
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(End of this chapter)