Knight and Wand

Chapter 64 All the way to the west

Before leaving, he took Olivia to Longka and Pletton to inform the village officials of the two places of the agency for emergency affairs.

The day of departure finally arrived.

Leon got up early, and while washing up, he reminded Lina to help pack the items he would need for the trip.

This time he was not escaping, so he would prepare all the necessary travel equipment before setting off.

Towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste and daily cleaning supplies are all available.

After wiping his face and throwing the towel into the water, Leon looked up from the tub, only to see little Lina staring at his head with curiosity.

"What's wrong?" Leon touched his hair: "Is there something on my head?"

Lina shook her head: “No, Brother Leon, I just think your hair color is very special.”

special?

Leon raised his hand to straighten a strand of bangs, lowered his head, and glanced at it sideways.

It still has the same brown hair as the original owner, very ordinary, eh?

"No, you certainly can't see it yourself."

Lina raised her hand and lifted her hair, pointing to the roots of her hair: "I just noticed recently that the color of your hair here is different."

"Is there one?" Leon asked her to get a small bronze mirror, then pressed his bangs down to his head to reveal his forehead.

Sure enough.

About two centimeters from the roots of the brown hair, the color gradually changes to a completely dark black color, as if it has been dyed, but it is just covered by the hair on the head and cannot be seen.

Leon let down his hair, picked up a wooden comb and shaved it, but didn't care.

Maybe it's a problem with the original owner's physique, or maybe it's some genetic characteristic of the people in this world, who knows.

Now I can’t take a taxi to a Grade A hospital to see a doctor.

After leaving the bedroom on the second floor, Lohak and Azerien in the two guest rooms next door had also gotten up and were busy getting ready from the sound.

Leon went down first and put on the chain mail and leather-lined armor that he had prepared in advance, and then put on the arm armor and shin armor to protect his shoulders, arms and calves.

Putting on a large hooded cloak to protect him from the wind and rain, he looked down at his simple mixed outfit.

I feel like I have transformed from a knight into a demon hunter.

If it wasn't so difficult to draw the sword while carrying a long sword on his back, he would really like to try COSing as Jett.

Yes, for the three of them at the moment, it is obviously irrational to wear a full set of knight plate armor all the time during a long journey.

Even though the horsepower of the Uriah noble horses in this world was extremely strong, enough to support a fully armored knight on a long journey, the three young men's physical strength was not enough to withstand the fatigue of wearing armor day and night.

The luggage could only carry a limited amount of weight, so Leon would only bring Baron Kantadar's luxurious armor and the black battle robe that he hated so much.

This is used to let Azerien wear it when any accident happens in Kantadar, and wave Baron Doson's flag to scare people.

The remaining two sets of knight plate armor can only be left in the territory and handed over to Olivia for safekeeping.

With his sword slung over his shoulders, Leon went to the backyard and asked Hawk to lead the horse out.

A total of four horses accompanied them. In addition to their three war horse mounts, they also brought an extra ordinary pack horse for carrying luggage and fodder.

After Lohak and Azerien put on their "demon hunter"-like armor, the three of them mounted their horses and headed out of the village.

They got up very early.

But in fact the tenants in the village got up even earlier.

Come to the entrance of the village and look out over the fields.

Every household, regardless of gender, age or status, went down to the fields early in the morning, and people did their best to fill the labor shortage.

Leon glanced and saw that Olivia seemed to see them.

The girl who was working with her sleeves rolled up straightened up and waved at herself in the wheat field.

Leon also waved to the girl as a simple farewell.
Crossing the hillside, the three men and four horses trotted along the dirt road leading to the town.

Turn west at the first fork in the road, walk through woods and valleys, and the view suddenly opens up.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white. The grass hills are undulating. The sun shines on the vast fields. A few lines of birds fly across the sky, creating a leisurely and comfortable scene.

There are no enemy soldiers to hide from, and no ferocious beasts chasing you.

On the winding road, Leon rode his horse, sometimes trotting, sometimes strolling, walking and stopping. He even yawned a little on the shaking and bumpy horse's back.

No matter how many topics you have with your friends, there will always come a time when you run out of things to talk about and can’t find anything else to talk about. A few of you will fall silent and concentrate on getting on with your journey.

With the help of the BMW under their crotch, they reached the base camp of the Thorn Flower Family in just half a day.

The town was named "Faloris" on the map.

It is not known whether the ancestor of the Thorn Flower family named the town after his own surname, or whether he gave his family a surname based on the name of the town.

There is also an outer town area similar to a "castle town" built later outside Farolis. It is said that the population in the whole city is nearly 10,000.

Although it was not as big as the Holy City of Rolandar, the original owner's hometown, it was not small in this era. Moreover, the population of the villages in the barony was much larger than that of the towns.
After walking through this group of low buildings, they arrived at a solid city wall about eight or nine meters high. The guards guarding the city gate stopped everyone and collected a toll from them according to the regulations of the territory.

Leon had no choice but to take out the leather bucket where the documents were stored and show the guards the documents that represented his and his knighthood.

The captain of the guards unfolded the luxurious parchment and carefully checked the seal of the lord. He then looked at these overly young boys with disbelief and quickly bowed to apologize.

The three men did not get entangled, and urged their horses on to stroll into the city as the soldiers bowed their heads in salute.

Nobles have many privileges. If commoners want to enter the city, they not only have to pay money, but also have to dismount and lead their horses on foot. However, knights naturally do not have so many restrictions.

However, Farolis has a large population, and many roads are not wide. Many buildings in the city are newly built, which takes up the already limited space.

Especially when passing through a large and densely populated market, they can only dismount to speed up their passage.

The bustling market was filled with the noisy shouts of vendors, the cries of children playing, and all kinds of quarrels and laughter.

But while it was lively, all kinds of strange smells lingered in the environment.

There is the fishy smell of livestock and poultry, the sweat and body odor of human beings, and all kinds of indescribable smells.

Turning one hidden corner after another, Leon selectively ignored those suspicious and indescribable things, trying his best to hypnotize himself to keep his eyes straight.

It was as if I had returned to the memory of experiencing the public toilets in the capital more than ten years ago.

In contrast to the environment of this town, the village of Selvana, which is full of rural flavor, smells ten thousand times fresher.

At least the open countryside allows those smells to drift away with the wind.

He was not surprised by what he saw and heard. Even his own country took more than ten years to tidy up the urban environment. Now this feudal town was obviously incapable of managing public health.

Leaving the crowded market, following the road in the town uphill, and entering the upper town near the castle, Leon's nose gradually felt better. I don't know if it was because he got used to it, or if the air was really fresher.

Slowing down his pace a little, Leon looked up at the end of the road leading to the distant highlands. There was a lord's castle with towering walls, far away from the residential area, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

Regardless of whether it is comfortable to live in or not, this towering and majestic fortress just looks magnificent.

Leon naturally also longed to have such a strong fortress.

Unfortunately, this thing is beyond the reach of a poor knight like me.

Without visiting the feudal lord's castle, Leon had learned from the letter sent by Lord Balfe a while ago that Baron Elliver had led his troops across the Valley County again to support the war in Mamore County and was not in the city at the moment.

Going around the road, before leaving Farolis through the city gate on the other side, Leon asked passers-by and found a tavern in the upper town with a stable.

Several people dismounted and prepared to have lunch before continuing.

Taking off the hoods of their cloaks, Leon and the other two walked into the house, found a corner to sit down, paid for feeding the horses, and ordered drinks and food.

He never drank alcohol in his previous life, but now he is used to drinking beer.

There was no way. He couldn't be so pretentious as to ask every shop owner to boil water for him during his journey.

As for the raw water provided by the store, Leon couldn't imagine how dirty the water source in this crowded town was. He really couldn't help drinking it.

Fortunately, the alcohol content of alcohol in this era is very low.

The poet leaning against the wall plucked the strings of his harp and hummed a sad cadence: “The shadow of war, the earth is empty.

The people suffered and despair was rampant.

Famine lurks like a thief in the night,
Leaving behind only the footsteps of death and destruction."

"Famine? This year is a good year for the Barony. The Lord has just beaten up the Kantardars. If there is a famine, it should be for the people in the south. Let's change the song, change the song."

The poet's singing was interrupted by a loud customer who paid for the song.

"Ahem, then..."

The poet cleared his throat and changed the song to praise the brave.

After hearing the satisfactory poem, the loud-voiced merchant turned to look at his drinking buddy and said, "I'm telling you, I'm not kidding. I saw it with my own eyes when I was in Deyatuk County. How could it be false?

There is a saying here, the dragon is flying north, this is definitely a bad omen for the southerners, the general will definitely be able to advance straight into the south this time."

"With your eyesight, when you're drunk you might even mistake a wild duck flying in the sky for a dragon. That's enough." The drinking buddy laughed at him mercilessly.

The merchant paused and waved his hand in frustration: "Forget it, it's pointless to talk to an uneducated guy like you about this. Let me tell you about my trip to River Valley County a few days ago. The people there told me that many refugees have come from the south, and I'm afraid there will be a famine."

"When there is a war, there will be famine. Just stop bragging about giant dragons. I would believe it if you saw His Majesty the King's flying dragon in the royal territory," the drinking buddy replied while chewing a steak.

Accompanied by the poet's piano music and the discussions of the guests, Leon and the other two quickly finished preparing the food in front of them without distraction and set off again.

After wiping his mouth, Leon looked around at the guests in the tavern before leaving.

There are resident poets and boastful drunkards, but unfortunately, there is not even one person dressed like an "adventurer".

Even the waiters are big and burly men, not as pleasing to the eye as the servants at home.

Leon shook his head and thought it was not right.

In this kind of occasion, there should be a few adventurers carrying swords and wearing cloaks, looking very mysterious, standing silently in the corner pretending to be experts. That would create the atmosphere.

Next time I'll go to a cheaper bar to see if there are any pretentious guys like this.

After eating and drinking, the three left the tavern.

He rode out of the city through the west gate and walked along the Kingdom Avenue marked on the map, heading further and further west.

This trip will first go to the big city of Buneros to see if there is a courier who can help deliver the letter.

To go west, one must first cross Kossos County and Brink County before reaching the neighboring consular district.

Fortunately, the route was all highways with many villages and towns along the way, and there were few traces of bandits. The few people riding good horses and holding weapons were not afraid of ordinary wild beasts.

In just two days, the three of them approached the border between Brink and Kosos.

This is easy to recognize because as you move to the side, you will see a very eye-catching mountain at the junction of the two counties.

Walking on the mountain path, Leon stared at the simple map in his hand.

If they were on the right track, they should have left the outer woods of the Nightmare Forest by following the big mountain nearby.

"Leon, look there, there's a body."

Lohak patted his companion on the shoulder from his horse nearby.

After hearing this, Leon looked up and immediately put away the map, looking in the direction indicated.

But the body beside the mountain path had obviously been dead for a long time, and the rotten body was no longer recognizable.

However, the shape of the armor he was wearing was extremely familiar.

"Kantadar?"

Leon urged his horse forward and looked down at the enemy soldier whose armor was torn and whose death looked miserable.

"Maybe it's one of the ones who escaped from Selva." Azerien stepped forward and observed the huge and terrifying tear on the waist of the corpse, and guessed.

"That big guy actually chased them all the way here? How impressive." Lohak said in surprise.

Leon said with emotion: "This is easy for the griffin. We walk slowly, but in the sky, the griffin may not take long to fly over the entire Kossos County. Those Kantardars who were targeted by him at the beginning could not escape the pursuit. Well, speaking of it, it would be great if he could give us a ride."

"Maybe it has built its nest on the top of this mountain. Why don't you go up and talk to it?" Azerien looked up at the towering mountain and joked.

"If we spend that much time climbing the mountain, we might have already reached Buneros." Leon shook his head.

The griffin never came back after it left that day, and now no one knows where it has settled down.

And since he started raising horses in his territory, he gradually gave up his fantasy about the "Death Claw".

I can't afford it at all.

Hammerman can afford to ride a Deathclaw, but he is the emperor and he is just a small knight. How can he have so much money to burn?

Even if the griffin's food is calculated in terms of cattle and sheep, the cost of eating it for a year is a terrifying amount of money. What's more, the big guy also likes to eat horses. How can we afford it?

Trying to lure it to stay with you simply by using food is definitely not going to work.

It's already very kind of that guy to come to Selva to visit me occasionally.

Of course, I will try to look for it when I get the chance. Maybe it has built a nest nearby as Azerien said.

If we could offer it some sacrifices every now and then as protection money, maybe it could ensure the safety of Selva.

(End of this chapter)