Knight and Wand

Chapter 46: Bloody Windfall

Maybe it was because he had consumed too much energy in releasing the Arrow of Isa, but he slept very deeply that night.

It was not until Leon woke up naturally and opened his eyes that he found that he had been moved to a bed in a room without knowing when.

The mattress behind me was very thick and soft, the pillow behind my head was also very comfortable, and the quilt on my body had an inexplicable faint fragrance.

Suddenly, this cozy feeling gave him the illusion that he was back in his own bedroom on Earth, except for the dinging alarm on his cell phone that would urge him to go to work.

Leon took a long breath, cleared his mind and dispelled the nostalgic illusion. He turned his head drowsily and looked around.

The room was very dark. There were no candles or oil lamps lit, and the leather-covered wooden windows were closed, so no light could be seen.

I don’t know how long I slept, and I can’t tell whether it is day or night.

I have recovered a lot of my strength, and although my chest still hurts a little, the injury is not serious.

Leon propped himself up and sat up, threw back the quilt, and moved his feet to reach the ground from the edge of the bed.

As a result, Leon was startled by the sudden soft feeling under his feet.

Accidentally stepping on a soft body, he quickly lifted his foot reflexively.

".Hmm~?" The sleeping girl opened her hazy eyes. She propped herself up from the blanket on the floor and rubbed her sleepy eyes with her hands.

In the dim light, the girl looked up and vaguely saw the figure sitting up on the bed, so she greeted softly: "Leon, you're awake."

"Olivia? Why are you sleeping on the floor?"

Although Leon couldn't see clearly in the dark, he obviously didn't misunderstand the voice of the girl under the bed.

The girl who had just been woken up was a little dazed. She bent her knees and sat up, yawned, and answered in a daze: "But there is only one bed in the room, and the guest room is already full of injured people."

Leon felt a little embarrassed. How could a man like him occupy the bed of a little girl? "Sorry, I was sleeping so soundly that I don't know how that boy Lohak moved me into your room."

"No, I carried you up here. I saw that you were too tired, so you should sleep in bed and have a good rest." Olivia clarified for Lohak who was innocently implicated.

Leon was speechless when he heard this.

Although the girl did have good intentions, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Why did he seem to have picked up the wrong heroine's script? Generally speaking, wasn't it men like him who should give up their beds to women to rest?

By the way, I noticed that Olivia used the word "hug".

Leon couldn't imagine how he would be held in the arms of another person while he was sleeping. He hoped it must be a sack-shaped hug and not a princess hug.

Otherwise the picture is too beautiful to look at directly.

Leon moved his position and stepped on the ground from the side. He stood up and said to the girl, "You sleep on the bed. I'm not injured and I've rested enough now."

As he spoke, he groped his way around the mat that Olivia had spread on the floor, walked to the other side of the bed, and pushed open the covered wooden window.

The moonlight shines in, and it turns out that it is already late at night.

He looked back into the illuminated room.

He wanted to say something, but Leon's heart suddenly slowed down.

Her hair fell on the girl's shoulders like a waterfall, as if stained with a layer of gauze by the moonlight thrown into the room, and the dazzling golden luster was much softer at this moment.

The girl's expression was a little sleepy, her fair skin was reflected with a translucent pink color by the night, and her emerald green eyes looking over were still as bright as stars.

"It's okay. How could I let you saviors sleep on the ground?" Olivia shook her head.

Leon suppressed his accelerated heartbeat, looked at the girl's left shoulder which had been simply bandaged, and then he toughened up and continued to urge:
"You are injured, but I am not injured. Just think of it as a man trying to save face and being tough. Don't argue with me. I can't let a little girl like you make a bed on the floor for me."

Seeing that the other party had exaggeratedly mentioned the dignity of men, Olivia had no choice but to tilt her head and accept the other party's humility: "Okay, since you insist so much."

But as she stood up, she was still a little dissatisfied with the title: "You don't look much older than me? Although I'm not tall, I'm almost sixteen years old, not a little girl."

Leon smiled secretly. He was the same age as this body, but still ten years younger than in his previous life. In his previous life, children of his colleagues’ age all called him uncle.

After the girl climbed onto the bed and got into her own quilt, Leon half-closed the window and walked towards the bedding spread on the floor.

Bend down and lift the quilt.

However, when he actually lay down, he realized that his suggestion seemed a little bad.

The residual heat from the body temperature in the quilt had not yet dissipated, and the obvious fragrance penetrated into his nose. Why did he feel like he had become a pervert who was secretly smelling the girl's private parts?

But wait a minute.

Since he could smell the other person's faint and clear body fragrance.

Then wouldn't the smell of my manly sweat also remain in Olivia's bed?
Leon was instantly embarrassed and at a loss as to what to do.

It's not that he doesn't care, but he had always been sleeping in the open before, and today he was involved in a fight, so he didn't have the time to take care of his hygiene.

Leon raised his hand and quickly smelled himself.

Fortunately, he didn't smell much, so he felt a little relieved.

Perhaps it’s because this boy’s body is not very old and doesn’t have the strong body odor of an adult male.

But he overlooked the fact that unless the smell is too pungent, it is difficult for everyone to distinguish the smell that their sense of smell has long been accustomed to.

on the bed.

Olivia's cheeks felt hot as she smelled the strange smell in the quilt.
The next morning, Leon woke up early and did not disturb Olivia who was still sleeping. He tidied up the bedding on the floor and left her room quietly.

When I went downstairs, I saw many women and girls of different ages lying in the lobby on the first floor which had been cleared out.

They were huddled together in groups of three or four, with tear marks on their faces, still sleeping soundly.

There was no sign of Lohak at the door. There were only young boys or even children. Led by a few young men, they were wearing ill-fitting armor that they had taken from some corpse, holding swords and spears, and silently guarding the women and children who were resting in the house.

Leon walked down the stairs lightly.

The sound alarmed the makeshift guards at the door.

They looked back into the house and saw the stranger that Olivia had mentioned.

Although the eyes of the young man and the child were filled with lingering pain and sadness, they still nodded gratefully to Leon.

Feeling their friendliness, Leon nodded in response and silently walked past them and out the door.

Breathing in the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in the air, he was surprised to find that the streets had been cleaned up and there were no more corpses everywhere yesterday.

After walking for a distance and stopping in the direction of the village market, Leon looked out from afar and saw a large number of bodies covered with sackcloth piled in the open space in the center of the village waiting for burial.

It seems that after he fell asleep yesterday, the survivors in the village, under the leadership of someone unknown, did a lot of post-event matters.

"Hey, Leon, you're up early."

Hearing Lohak's greeting, Leon looked sideways.

At the door of a civilian house not far away, the companion who had just disappeared was holding a long-handled halberd and axe, wearing a gorgeous plate armor that was obviously stripped from a knight. He was sitting there fully armed, as if guarding something.

"Why are you here?" Leon asked puzzledly.

Wearing armor and holding a sharp weapon, Lohak pointed to the door behind him and said, "Olivia was very busy inside and outside yesterday. I didn't know what else I could do to help her except moving things. So I just came here to guard the prisoners in the room."

"Prisoners?" Leon asked doubtfully, "Are there any Kantadars left alive?"

"Yes, there was only one alive, but it was a big fish, a knight whose thigh was cut by Olivia."

Luohak paused, then came closer with a strange look on his face and said, "I'll tell you something else. I may not be fair to the villagers here, but this time, we may turn a disaster into a blessing and make a fortune."

Leon frowned. Why did the tone of this kid sound like he was trying to take advantage of someone's misfortune? I thought he was going to take advantage of the situation.

But he also knew that his partner was not that kind of person.

Looking at the beautiful knight's armor on Lohak, Leon understood what he meant by the great fortune.

"That huge pile of armor, weapons, and war horses, mainly those war horses that are still alive." Luohak said, his voice trembling a little.

He lowered his head and whispered in his partner's ear: "I just made a rough estimate. Can you guess the market value of the things left behind by those Kantadar bastards after they died?
It’s worth at least 1,200 to 3,000 Serrian gold coins! Wow, I thought I had counted wrong until I figured it out. This amount is enough to buy a small castle.”

Hearing such a huge value, Leon was also moved.

At this moment he suddenly understood what "war profit" meant.

(End of this chapter)