Knight and Wand

Chapter 30: Storm Rising
A mysterious breeze was exhaled from the mouth and nose, carrying with it a smoke with a strange fragrance and venting out of the body. The gathered but lingering airflow, disturbed by a weak magical force, blew away the air in front of Leon.

The magic in his body stimulated his sleeping brain.

Wake up.

The touch of the voice in the heart seems to reach the depths of the spirit.

Leon opened his eyes in shock.

In the darkness, only a few rays of moonlight seeped in through the holes in the attic to the third floor.

Before his confused brain could fully wake up, the sudden approach of the candlelight made Leon's heart alarm.

The footsteps on the wooden floor were slight, but still very noticeable in the quiet night.

Are there thieves?
Leon half-closed his eyes calmly, waiting for the uninvited guest to approach.

The intruder seemed to be getting bolder and bolder. The figure in the dark stretched out his right hand directly towards Leon, trying to grab the sword in his arms.

Leon suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the opponent's wrist with his right hand like an iron clamp, and pulled him to the ground with a fierce pull.

"What!?"

The intruder cried out in surprise, and the candlestick in his hand fell and went out due to the loss of balance.

At the same time, Leon attacked with his left hand, grabbed the opponent's collar, and imitated the ground skills demonstrated by the Ghoul Knight. He turned sideways and flipped him to the side, pressing his body on the opponent's lower back.

"Lohak! Azerien! Get up!"

While shouting and trying to wake up his companions, he grabbed the intruder's arms and pressed him to the ground as he struggled.

The shouts were quite loud, but the two people who were sleeping showed no signs of waking up, which shocked Leon.

The restrained Boris struggled madly: "Fuck, how can you be okay!?"

It was difficult for Leon to completely pin him down for a moment, so he simply let go, grabbed the long sword beside him, and stood up sideways.

He stood up and drew his sword.

Before Boris could stand up, he felt a cold edge pressing on his neck while he was halfway through his squatting.

"If you move again, I'll rip your head off."

Leon warned with a cold voice.

The sharp sword had already cut a wound on Boris' neck, and blood immediately dyed the blade red. The severe pain and fear on his neck made Boris sweat coldly. He quickly stopped struggling and begged for mercy: "Wait a minute! It hurts, it hurts. Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Boris raised his hands in fear and gave up resistance, fearing that the escaped slave boy would really attack him.

Leon tilted his head and finally saw the other person clearly in the dim moonlight. A mask was covering the man's face.

Leon held the sword against the opponent's throat, reached out and removed the dagger from his waist, then pulled the cloth off his face, only then did he recognize that the opponent was the young village thug who had tried to rob him before.

"You are so brave! Do you really want to test my sword with your life?" Leon cursed angrily.

Glancing at his partner who was still lying unconscious on the floor, Leon suddenly felt murderous.

"Lohak!? Azerien!?"

He called out loudly again, but his two companions still did not respond.

Leon couldn't help but get furious. He looked at the bastard in front of him and kicked Boris hard in the stomach with all his strength.

The young village thug was kicked by the furious teenager and vomited bitter water. He fell to the ground with a painful look on his face and kept dry-heaving.

"You bastard." Leon took a step forward, grabbed the guy's hair with his left hand, and held the sword across his neck like he was killing a chicken.

I have overcome so many difficulties along the way, but today I have failed at the hands of this worthless trash? !

"What did you do? Why can't my friend be woken up? I'll give you one last moment to explain. Don't exhaust my patience."

Leon gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. If the other party's answer gave him the worst result, he would make this scum suffer a fate worse than death.

Boris's pants were almost wet with fear, and he kept shouting in horror that it was unfair.

"Fainted! They just fainted! They're fine! I swear, I swear!"

"How do we wake them up!" Leon shouted.

"Just wait a while! A quarter of an hour, no no, two quarters of an hour! Just a while at most! They will wake up naturally. This medicine is not life-threatening! Really, don't kill me! Jian, Jian, Jian! Move it away! Move it away! Ahhhhh——!!" Boris screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

After hearing this, Leon calmed down the murderous intent in his heart a little.

"I'll wait with you for a while. If they don't wake up in the end, I promise to skin you alive." Leon looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Boris was shaking like a sieve, not daring to say anything, and could only nod humbly.

Why? Why didn't it work on him? Boris cursed the profiteer who sold the medicine in his heart, but he didn't understand. He had tested it on the villagers and it worked every time.

Why is it so unlucky today? It didn't work on this young man.
But it obviously worked on the other two guys? !

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of the sword cutting into his skin, Boris had never wished that time would pass faster. Leon would call out to his unconscious partner from time to time, and every time he didn't get a response, Boris would be frightened and beg for mercy without thinking.

It was not until more than ten minutes had passed that Lohak and Azerien woke up after hearing Leon's call.

In the moonlight, the two saw the scene in front of them, were startled, and quickly climbed out of the bed.

"what's the situation?"

They surrounded us with weapons drawn.

Seeing that his companions seemed to be fine, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was just a false alarm.

"I don't know how this guy got in. He drugged you and tried to steal our sword. Luckily I'm fine." Leon kicked Boris to the ground and explained briefly.

The words were spoken lightly, but Lohak and Azerien couldn't help but feel a chill in their backs.

"Damn it, I almost fell into the trap of this guy. Leon, I think we should just kill him. We will leave during the day anyway." Lohak raised his hand and pressed the broken sword heavily on the back of Boris' neck.

Boris immediately lay on the ground and howled at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, don't be impulsive." Azerien picked up Boris's dagger from the ground beside him and quickly advised his companions: "Killing him now will only make you feel relieved. Why bother to make a fuss about his worthless life before leaving? It's not worth getting wanted for such a thing."

"What should we do? Just let him go? This son of a bitch has been causing trouble time and time again. I really want to chop him into mud right now." Lockhart said angrily.

"Azerien is right. Since both of you are fine, there is no need for us to take the risk of his life." Leon calmed down, put away his sword and sighed.

Boris gasped, and after hearing these words, his panicked heart seemed to be pardoned.

But Leon changed the subject: "Of course, we won't take his life, but we still have to teach him a lesson."

"what do you mean?"

When Lohak saw Lion start to move his fingers, he couldn't help but smile. He put away the broken sword and raised his hands, cracking his joints.

Azerien tacitly blocked the stairs.

For nearly an hour, Boris's screams could be heard on the third floor of the windmill tower, until the begging and cries of pain became weaker and weaker.

After practicing their boxing and kicking skills on human sandbags, Leon and the other two beat them until their hands were sore. They dragged Boris, who was covered in bruises and looked like a dead dog, out of the mill and kicked him down the hillside.

Watching the almost dying figure rolling down the slope, Leon clapped his hands in satisfaction, feeling refreshed.

"Go back and rest for a while. It will be dawn in a few hours and we will have to set out."

Leon and the other two returned to the windmill. This time they had no desire to take a nap, so they simply packed up their blankets and quilts and rolled them up.

A few people leaned against the wall, squinting their eyes and pretending to sleep, waiting for dawn.
Leon frowned and decided in his heart that when it was daybreak, he would go and warn the old blacksmith and Olivia about Boris having the drugs.

He didn't have the energy to stay here and fight with that despicable village thug, so he decided to leave this problem to the little lion and Brian the blacksmith.

In the bushes at the foot of the hill, Boris, like a dead dog, fainted for a long time. It was so long that the coldness of the night penetrated into his bones, and he slowly woke up with pain all over his body.

He was grimacing in pain all over, but perhaps because he was used to being beaten by Olivia since he was a child, he still had a little strength left to endure the pain and get up.

Dark clouds blocked the moonlight, and Boris was so angry that he wanted to cry but had no tears, standing in the pitch-black darkness.

What does it mean to lose the rice while trying to steal the chicken? Not only did he not get the sword, but he also got beaten for nothing.

He touched his waist again and found that even his dagger was lost in the windmill.

But now I naturally don’t dare to go back and ask for it.

".FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Boris scratched and kicked the dark grass in impotent rage, muttering every foul word he could think of.

He cursed the three fugitive slaves from other lands, cursed Olivia, and cursed everything he could imagine.

Limping along.

After a while, Boris raised his head again, and found in the moonlight that was once again emerging from the clouds that he seemed to have gone in the wrong direction.

Not only did he not return to the village, but he walked an unknown distance along the path to the east.

Now he didn't know who to scold. He spat out a mouthful of blood and wanted to turn back, but suddenly, Boris saw dense and twinkling fires in the distance and the faint sound of horse hooves running towards the direction of the village.

Robber?!
Boris was so scared that he quickly lay down in the grass beside the road and held his breath nervously.

Amid the rumbling sound of horse hooves, the team moved at an extremely fast speed, with cavalrymen holding torches high and galloping past along the country dirt road.

Boris felt a chill run down his spine.

He carefully poked his eyes out and vaguely saw the particularly conspicuous features on the armored and armed cavalryman.

One by one, the human-faced helmets shone with metallic luster under the light of torches - this is the symbol of the army of the Kingdom of Kantadar!

Suddenly an idea struck Boris, and he suddenly remembered the ridiculous excuse he had made earlier on the three teenagers.

Could it be that those little bastards were not escaped slaves, but were they really spies of Kantadar! ?
(End of this chapter)