Knight and Wand

Chapter 67 Goliath
".We just want to give him a good beating to teach him a lesson. Don't worry, no one will be killed."

The vicious man with a scar on his face patted the dancer's butt impatiently, urging her to do as he asked.

After accepting the money from the gang, the dancer suppressed her doubts, thinking that the money would allow her to work fewer days.

Under the moonlight, the people in the dark alley ended their brief conversation, and the dancer turned around and walked to the door of the tavern to calm herself down.

She walked up the steps and pushed the door open, with a shy and touching expression on her face, and came before the melancholy poet.

"Sir, your singing is like a spring breeze that blows through my heart. I wonder if you would like to compose some beautiful melodies with me tonight."

The dancer, with blushing cheeks, boldly grasped the poet's arm and expressed her love to him directly.

The poet leaning against the beam stopped the poem he was about to sing. When he saw the pretty face of the dancer, his melancholy expression immediately turned into a smug smile, and his temperament suddenly became greasy.

"Ah~ cute little nightingale."

The poet put down his zither and put his arm around the dancer's waist: "Why not? Perhaps I will write a new poem for you tonight."

He always accepts free romantic encounters.

There was a sudden booing from all around.

"Are you leaving now? We haven't heard enough yet. At least sing a few more heroic epics." Several drinkers knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm a free-singing bard. I won't stay in one place and sing. Let the unlearned fellow come. Although his poems sound like the reincarnation of grains, at least his voice is not bad."

The bard raised his hat and pulled the young dancer upstairs without any reluctance.

The tavern owner shrugged his shoulders. The poet was just staying here for a few days to give a charity performance, and there was no way he could keep him.

"Sir, let's go outside~" The dancer leaned over to the poet's ear and whispered, "Just like you just sang, let's try to have a tryst in the night like in the poem~"

Field faction?
"Hahaha, okay~~" The poet's brows were delighted, with a lewd smile on his face, as if he was surprised that this girl was so good at romantic things, and his steps couldn't help but become a little lighter.

"Come on~" The dancer pulled the poet out of the tavern.
"What a pity. The poem of this Excellency is so beautiful and melodious."

Azerien looked at the other person being dragged out of the tavern by the dancer, feeling a little regretful.

Even his father had never invited a poet of this level to events in the past.

Not hearing any answer, he looked towards Leon, only to see his friend secretly peeking out through the gap in the window leaves.

"What are you looking at? What's going on outside?" Azerien asked.

"Let me see what's going on." Leon waved his hands at him, wondering if it was a fight, a common occurrence in pubs.

In the hazy moonlit night, the dancer walked into the alley with the giggling middle-aged poet.

Just as the dancer turned around and lay on the wall and the poet reached for his trousers, seven dark shadows immediately jumped out from the dim shadow behind him.

The ambushers rushed up from behind the poet and covered the poet's mouth with their big hands in thick leather gloves as he tried to scream in fear.

The remaining few people restrained the poet's hands and feet.

The dancer turned around, covered her mouth in fear, and not daring to stay for a moment, she turned around and ran into the darkness.

Those people ignored her. The vicious thug in the lead leaned close to the poet's ear as she struggled and screamed, "It's so hard for us to find you. You dare to stay in the city? Mr. Rotty asked me to give his regards to you, Master Goliath."

The poet, with his mouth blocked by a leather glove, shook his head wildly from side to side, as if he had sensed something through the faint light. He jerked his head to the left and hit the hostage-taker's nose, causing the man to suddenly feel a pain in his nose and red eyes.

"! Help! Help me! Wuwuwu."

The poet took advantage of this only opportunity, raised his head in fear towards the eyes between the window leaves on the wall and shouted for help, but was immediately punched in the stomach and bent over in pain like a shrimp.

The hostage-taker, who had recovered from his shock, pinched the poet's cheeks in anger and forcefully stuffed a towel into the poet's mouth.

The leader of the gangs, who was rubbing his nose and tying up the struggling poet, looked in the direction where the other party had just called for help, and made direct eye contact with Leon, who did not dodge behind the gap between the window leaves.

"Stop minding your own business! If you watch again, I'll kill you!" The gang leader pointed at Leon behind the window and threatened him with his mouth full of yellow teeth.

Leon ignored him and just watched the man's accomplice carry the tied-up poet and run out of the alley panting.

"Fuck you, are you still watching!?"

The leader of the gangsters who had reached the alley turned around and saw that the eye behind the gap in the window leaf was still staring at him. He was so angry that he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the eye before leaving.

Leon let go, and the falling window leaves made a snap, blocking the incoming stones.

Obviously.

This is not just a fight.

The word "lust" is like a sword hanging over your head, but unfortunately the word for lust in the phonetic language of Feru does not have this meaning.

However, thinking of the poet's frightened eyes and pleading, he still felt that he should do his best to help, so as to make the knight's oath he had just taken not long ago worthwhile.

Turning back to explain to Azerien what he had just seen, Leon stood up and walked towards the guard who was drinking at the table in front.

Azerien also pulled the bored Lohak to follow.

Leon patted the guard on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I saw the poet being kidnapped outside just now."

Before she could finish her words, the other person came over with a dazed look in his eyes and muttered something like "Mary~Mary" and hugged her.

Silently dodging the drunk's grab, Leon pushed the man away.

Reluctantly, he turned and went to the bar.

He told the tavern owner what he had seen, but the owner just spread his hands.

"If it happened in the store, I would try my best to stop it, but since it happened outside the store, I don't want to get involved. We can't get ourselves into trouble in this business." The tavern owner shook his head to indicate that he could do nothing to help.

"Then can you tell me where I can find the guard in charge?" Leon asked.

"Go out and turn right, you may meet patrolling soldiers." The tavern owner pointed in a direction.

Human life is at stake, Leon did not delay any longer and immediately pushed the door open and walked out.

The hazy color of the moonlit night enveloped the street. There was only a lonely cool breeze in the empty shadows, and Lohak, who had been dozing off, woke up.

"Go call the guards?" Azerien asked from the side.

If the guards had really arrived, the poet would have been chopped into pieces.

"You go and notify them, I'll catch up and see what's going on." Leon nodded to him.

Those thugs couldn't run fast carrying a living person.

Acting separately, Leon and Lohak followed the direction of the road the "kidnappers" left.

Turning the corner, I could see from afar those people carrying the poet into a secluded back street.

Drawing their swords, they quickly chased after him. As soon as they entered the area, they found that the "kidnappers" had already thrown the tied-up poet into a corner, and that thugs in leather armor were waiting for them, holding swords and clubs.

"I told you not to meddle in other people's business. Have you listened to this guy's heroic songs too much? Or have you drunk horse urine?" The leader of the gang patted the blade in his hand and said viciously: "I will give you one last chance to get out of here, otherwise I will sink you and this guy into the Rushina River to feed the fish."

Leon frowned and looked at these guys who were standing in an awkward position.

Their steps were sloppy and unsteady, without any posture or gait. They were just some brave and fierce hooligans, only slightly stronger than the village thugs they had encountered before.

"We are knights of the Thornflower Family in Gray Fir Valley. Considering your repeated insults, sentencing you to flogging and caning is merciful. Even executing you would be reasonable."

Lowering his sword, Leon warned the leading thug: "I now order you to explain your kidnapping immediately."

"Knights?" The leading thug raised his eyebrows and looked at the two young men in cloaks in the moonlight.

One was ordinary, the other was tall, but both looked like teenagers with childish looks. He couldn't help but sneer, "Where did this little brat come from to play the Knight Rider game here?"

"Haha~ If you were a knight, I would be the Count of Buneros~!" The gangsters on the side also laughed unscrupulously.

Leon touched the leather bucket at his waist, but considering the dim night, he gave up this useless move.

Besides, even in broad daylight, none of these illiterate people in front of them could read or recognize the thorn flower emblem.

Her face is really too young. Maybe it will be more convincing if she masks her appearance in future negotiations.

"Stop talking nonsense, boss. Just kill them." A thug who couldn't wait any longer shook his head, howled, and raised the iron-wrapped mallet and was about to move forward.

"Leon, this." Lohak scratched his cheek and looked at his partner with a strange expression.

The sergeant's son, who grew up in the barracks, didn't know whether to kill the man or deal with it according to his past experience in fights in the city of Rolandar.

"Just think of it as a drunken exercise, and try not to cause any deaths."

After all, this was not the Grey Fir Valley Territory. Leon took off the scabbard with his left hand, raised the sword with his right hand, and put the sharp blade back into the scabbard in front of him: "Quick battle, quick decision."

"Okay." Lohak put away his sword and a sinister smile appeared on his honest face.

Without Olivia's daily beatings, he had no place to vent his energy and was almost sick.

Seeing that the two boys were so foolish as to take up their sharp blades, the hesitant leader immediately called on his men to surround them aggressively: "Come together! Make a few holes in these two guys!"

Not wanting to throw the scabbard away, Leon held the handle with his right hand, held the scabbard covering the sword with his left hand, and took a left step.

He held the weapon on the right side with both hands in a half-sword position, assuming the "half-sword hoe position" to meet the oncoming enemy.

Perhaps he was used to the strange and unpredictable pace of Olivia's beatings, Leon was even a little disappointed when he saw the thugs running towards him and couldn't even move in unison in a group fight.

Take the initiative to step forward to face the attack, take a right step sideways, and shift your body.

The shiny arm armor protruded from under the cloak, and he raised the scabbard to block the thoughtless blow. At the same time, the pommel of the sword held in his right hand hit the gangster's face like a hammer.

Several bloody yellow teeth were knocked out of the mouth, and the side of the chin received a hammering force more terrifying than a heavy punch, which knocked him down instantly and gave him a baby-like sleep.

Then, after dissipating the force from the half-sword hoe attack, Leon naturally switched to the "True Cross" attack, facing the enemy sideways.

Learning the essentials of the "Cat Spin", he coordinated the force of every joint of the body as much as possible. With the right foot as the center, he straightened his steps, drew a circle with his left arm, pressed down the scabbard hard, and knocked down the sword blade that was stabbing from the right side almost at the same time.

The end of the scabbard pointed directly at the enemy's face and easily broke the gangster's nose.

The gangster, crying and bleeding, covered his face with his hands and wailed.

Raising the handle and turning around, Leon held the sword diagonally and used a frontal "pseudo-cross" stance to face the enemy on the left who was left behind after this step.

However, the gangster, who originally had a ferocious expression, was retreating in fear.

Just a breath of time.

At the same time, all his companions who surrounded the young man fell down.

He fell to the ground peacefully with his legs straight, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

One of them rolled on the ground holding his face and screaming as if his mother had died.

Holding the iron-headed hammer in his hand, the gangster's legs went weak, and he couldn't feel the security brought by the weapon at all: "..you you you you are really knights?!"

Leon tilted his head and just smiled.

He understood why the knight who was shot in the head by him was not interested in treating him.

If the enemy is eight feet away from you, you will be able to see through all of his next choices and actions, and you will not feel any pressure, and naturally you will not be able to stimulate your body and brain to respond to the crisis.

Not far to the right, Lohak, using only his fists, was only a moment slower than Leon and dealt with the other four enemies who were surrounding him.

The tall young man used his right arm wrapped in an iron glove to lift up the thug with his head hanging and his body limp in front of him. He shook his head and threw down the guy with a face as swollen as a pig's head and no visible seams between his eyes. He regretted that he hadn't warmed up yet.

He almost beat the man to death because he lost control of his strength, but he felt that it was more satisfying when Olivia pressed him into the corner and beat him.

Lowering his sword with both hands, Leon slowly walked towards the last thug.

"Now do you want to confess your kidnapping honestly, or have a good night's sleep with your friends?"

The frightened thugs instinctively wanted to escape, but they could only lean against the wall behind them. This was the position they chose to surround the opponent, but now it left them with no way to retreat.

Dropping the club, the gangster's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with his hands raised as if he had lost his parents: "No, no, no, young master! Master Knight! I was blind and offended you just now, please kick me a few times to vent your anger, and please be magnanimous and leave me some good parts.

I am just helping my boss to settle some personal grievances. Besides, that guy is not a good person. If we kidnap him, it will only be a dog-eat-dog fight, but we will not hurt any honest people."

"What do you mean?" Leon frowned.

As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, the gangster raised his head and pointed at the middle-aged poet who was tied up in the corner and was struggling like a caterpillar.

"This guy's name is Goliad, and he's not a good guy! The boss spent a lot of money to invite him to his home as a guest, but this bastard not only ate and drank for free, but also seduced the boss's wife. He abducted the wife and she has not been heard from since. It took us a while to find the bastard."

"Ah?" Leon hung up his sword again and couldn't help scratching his head. Did his good intentions lead to bad results?
He looked at his companion and pointed at the poet who was struggling not far away. Lohak immediately walked over and pulled the rag ball out of the man's mouth.

"Ahem! You are slandering me! When did I kidnap Lord Lottie's wife?
I just gave a little guidance to the beautiful lady with broken wings to break out of the cruel cage and find true happiness freely~" the poet retorted in embarrassment, ending his words with an exclamation.

"When you were running away from your boss's house, you jumped out of the wife's room with your bare ass. Who else could have kidnapped the wife if not you?"

The gangsters couldn't help but curse angrily. The boss had to endure such a situation, which made even a scumbag like him feel extremely sympathetic. Which man could endure the weight of the green crown on his head?

"Ah, those are just beautiful memories between me and that poor girl. How can you ordinary people understand the resonance of souls between them~"

As he spoke, the poet began to sing again, as if he was still recalling the past.

Leon pinched his eyebrows and really regretted meddling in other people's business.

The people in this capital city were too troublesome. For a while, he couldn't quite sort out the confusing relationship information.

Fortunately, at this moment, he heard anxious footsteps outside the street. He looked back and saw that it was Azerien who came with guards holding torches.

(End of this chapter)