Knight and Wand

Chapter 73 Stealing Flowers is Not a Thief

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! My clothes are stuck, be gentle!" the man behind the bushes cried out in pain.

Leon ignored him, grabbed the man's ankles with both hands, kicked the stone floor of the garden path, and pulled back with all his might.

There was a "swish" sound, which was the sound of cloth tearing.

Leon only felt a loosening in front of him, and he took two steps back to slow down his momentum, and finally dragged the man out.

The gorgeous feather hat on his head fell to the side, and the embarrassed man suddenly fell to the ground on the grass.

The colorful coat was torn into pieces by the pulling.

Leon let go of the other person's ankle and tilted his head to look at the man's face.

Just one glance at the iconic mustache brought back his memories of half a month ago.

"Gallyard? Why are you here!?" Leon asked in surprise.

He did not hear the voice wrongly, it was indeed the frivolous poet he had met in Dragonmaw City.

Is it really fate that we meet again in such a far place? The distance between Western Port and Dragonmaw City, even if you only look at the straight-line distance on the map, is more than a thousand miles.

"~Tsk tsk tsk, it's over, this is the clothes Miss Margarina just gave me."

The poet lowered his head, holding the clothes, and sighed with some heartache.

Then he raised his head and saw this familiar face, also with a look of surprise: "Hey? Isn't this the chivalrous man... uh... that one..."

After repeating that name for a long time, the poet scratched his head, but still couldn't remember the name. He could only smile awkwardly and narrow his eyes: "Sir, what is your name?"

Leon was speechless: "Didn't you say you would write a poem to praise us? But now you can't even remember my last name?"

"Ah~! I remember now, Master Pandora?"

"It's Pendragon." Leon held his forehead with his hand.

"Ohhhh, Lord Pendragon!"

The poet quickly stood up, brushed off the mud on his legs, put on his hat, and put on a flattering smile: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be invited to this wedding banquet."

invite?
Someone actually invited such a notorious and obscene poet to attend his son's wedding banquet.

Is the Count of the Fercon family crazy?

Leon found it unbelievable and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

I was not invited to the banquet in a formal manner, so I cannot talk about this with this guy now.

"I remember you were imprisoned in Dragonmaw Prison? What? Were you cleared of the charges?"

Leon changed the subject to the other party.

"Of course~ I have always been innocent, but people in the world have heard many rumors and have many misunderstandings about me."

The poet held his head high, stroked his mustache with his hand, and had a righteous expression on his face.

"Then what are you doing here sneaking around? I don't believe you were looking for the toilet just now. You were not a thief? Be careful or I will report you to the guards." Leon crossed his arms and challenged the other party first.

"Ah, hiss" the false seriousness on Goliath's face collapsed in less than a second.

He made faces as if he couldn't find an excuse, so he looked around to make sure there was no one around.

Then he put his hand on his mouth and approached Leon with a lewd look on his face: "Let me make a deal. As long as you don't report me to the guards, I will tell you a secret way to happiness."

Leon tilted his head back and distanced himself from the lustful old face with disgust.

"Isn't it just that there is a hole in the corner of the wall behind the grass? Seeing how embarrassed you were when you were stuck, do you really need to tell me? But what does happiness mean?"

"You don't know, in this bright and beautiful castle and palace, there are so many lonely and empty canaries." The poet lowered his voice and laughed twice.

"If there is no kind person to comfort these sad birds, wouldn't it be pitiful and regrettable?
Not to mention the Earl’s main castle residence, just in the yard of the man in black in front, I have met many graceful beauties in recent days. Let me tell you, they are so beautiful~~"

"Can you enter the front yard!?" Leon lowered his voice and grabbed the poet's shoulders.

He didn't want to care whether this bastard was having an affair with some lady in the castle, but if this hole could help him enter the courtyard of the Atias people, it would be like giving him a pillow when he was sleepy.

"Hehe, it seems that you are also a fellow traveler~" Seeing Leon's reaction, the poet seemed to have misunderstood, so he felt relieved and waved to him with a smile, then bent down and pushed aside the bushes he had just drilled into.

Leon looked through the gaps between the branches and saw that there was indeed an inconspicuous "human"-shaped crack at the corner of the thick castle wall.

The crack was not big, just enough for a person who was not fat to crawl through.

Leon squatted down and tilted his head to peek inside. The crack pierced through the thick city wall and led directly to the sea view outside. However, from the current position, it seemed that there was a cliff by the sea outside the wall.

“Isn’t there a cliff outside?”

Leon raised his head and looked at the poet with a questioning look.

"This crack happens to be right above the secret passage close to the cliff. As long as we get through it, there is a small plank road under the cave entrance that can accommodate one person." Goliath said with a proud expression.

"Plank road?"

“Yes, it is a secret passage used to escape when the castle is besieged. It is not surprising, as almost every castle has a small back door when it is built.

I also looked along the plank road to the real entrance and exit. There is a small door that is sealed from the inside of the castle. It is estimated that it has not been opened for many years since it was built."

The poet spoke eloquently and with great experience.

Leon raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He wondered how many times this guy must have climbed over the wall in the noble castle to steal people, yet he was so professional.

"No more talking. I have a date with Miss Margarina today. Please go ahead, sir. I'll leave first."

Goliath pressed his hat down, lay down again, burrowed into the bushes, and went out of the wall.

This time he adjusted his posture and stretched out his hands first. Although it was difficult to drill, he did not get stuck accidentally.

I watched silently and saw that the other party had indeed got through the cave, but I didn't hear any screams from falling off the cliff.

Leon then tentatively leaned over to follow, leaning his upper body forward first.

The body of this young boy was narrower than that of the middle-aged poet, so it was naturally easier for him to get in.

He poked his head out of the crack and looked down.

On the edge of the cliff where the sea breeze blows, there is a narrow old plank road leaning against the rock wall.

Looking at the reefs hit by the sea water below the cliff, even though Leon was not afraid of heights, he felt a little nervous about the dangerous cliff.

Turn your neck and look to the left.

Goliath had already covered his hat and walked some distance along the plank road, sticking to the outer wall of the castle.

There was no trace of fear on that beaming face, and he looked as if he couldn't wait to have a tryst with the so-called Miss Margarina.

?

Leon felt that he had some impression of this lady's name.

I seem to have heard it frequently somewhere these days.

Forget it, since I don’t know him, it has nothing to do with me anyway.

Without further hesitation, Leon also crawled out of the gap.

Holding onto the cave entrance and the rock wall in front, he turned carefully and stepped onto the plank road that was only wide enough for one person to stand on. His feet stepped firmly on the old wooden platform, which creaked and made Leon feel a chill on his back.

While the poet was still within arm's reach, he quickly asked from a distance, "Hey! You still haven't told me how to get into the yard of those men in black!"

When Goliath heard the question, he turned towards him and raised his right hand to point at the city wall above.

Leon looked up in the direction he pointed. The castle's outer wall was covered with traces of erosion from years of wind and sun, especially the uneven gaps between the bricks and stones.

He understood what Goliath meant.

This requires climbing rocks and walls like some hooded assassins.

Taking a deep breath, Leon glanced at the poet's back as he walked around towards the main castle.

If I'm not even afraid of this guy, how can I be more cowardly than a dirty poet who likes to poach other people's girls?
Leon gritted his teeth and walked along the city wall.

Since Goliath had already crawled into the courtyard once through the gaps in the bricks and stones.

Then there is no reason why I can't do it.

It’s not like I haven’t played on a rock climbing wall in my previous life, so how difficult can this be?

Mustering up his courage and no longer paying attention to the dangerous cliffs and reefs under his feet, Leon kept himself breathing evenly, calmed down, and tried to climb up.

After actually starting to take action, I found that it was much easier than I imagined.

Firstly, the body of this boy from another world is as physically fit as the strong adult body of his previous life, but it weighs less.

Secondly, the stone walls of the city wall seemed to have been severely eroded by years of wind and rain, and the gaps that could be used to rest hands and feet were quite wide.

The plank road was originally hanging in the middle of the city wall, so it didn't take much effort for Leon to finally get his hands on the castle battlements.

He was thankful that this section of the city wall facing the sea and the natural danger had no protruding tower structures, otherwise only a true master assassin could climb up.

He carefully looked around, but did not see any Kantadar castle guards, nor any black-armored guards of the Atiyas people.

I don’t know if it’s because of the wedding at the castle, or if it’s because this place has long been considered a restricted area and no one disturbs it, so people are so lax.

Clinging to the battlement, Leon climbed up the city wall and quickly bent down to hide.

After just taking a breath, he squatted down, walked slowly, and looked inside the wall.

The location was correct, it was the luxurious embassy courtyard.

The uniquely landscaped flower beds and statues are cleverly arranged between the paths and lawns.

Before he could take in the entire courtyard, Leon suddenly heard a female voice coming from below.

"Master Goliad? Is that you?"

Leon shrank his neck in shock and quickly hid his head.

Gan!
I cursed my bad luck in my heart.

I didn't expect that there was someone in the blind spot right below me.

It turns out that I am not cut out to be an assassin.

This guy hadn't even sneaked in yet, and he was spotted.
Oh, wait?

The woman seemed to be calling Goliath's name?

Leon instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since she met the lascivious poet in a place like this, she would probably not shout for the guards.

That’s just right, maybe I can get some information from him.

Leon thought about how to negotiate and poked his head out again.

Look directly below where the woman opened her mouth.
She has brown hair, tied into a pigtail that rests on her shoulders.

Eyes that are a little bluer than Lohak's.

And the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye.

what?
What does it mean to search for something everywhere but still not find it, only to find it without any effort?
Although the lady's dress was no longer as dishevelled and messy as she had been in the slave prison more than two months ago.

But Leon was still pleasantly surprised to recognize the other person's gentle and memorable appearance.

"Hey? Who are you?" Elena looked at the wall with some confusion and found that it was a strange young man, not the bearded bard.

Hearing the other party's question, Leon smiled. He was not surprised that the other party did not recognize him.

The original owner of this body, a young boy, had been beaten all over before being put into the cage, and died from his injuries while in captivity.

When I was resurrected from the dead, my face was covered with dirt and scars, which is completely different from my current clean-up appearance.

It's been more than two months, it would be a miracle if they still look the same.

Even now, if he hadn't seen her face clearly, Leon couldn't remember her voice.

After all, the two of them didn't even say a word to each other when they were in the cage.

If Azerien were here, she might be able to recognize the fair-skinned and handsome son of a noble more easily.

"Ma'am, I'm Lohak's friend! I'm here to rescue you!" Leon lowered his voice and told the other party his identity.

Elena, who was originally just confused, opened her eyes wide in disbelief when she heard her brother's name.

"Lohak!?" Elena covered her mouth with trembling shoulders, tears of surprise and excitement welling up in her eyes.

".You are Lohak's friend?! So.my brother is still alive!? Is he doing well?"

"Don't worry! Lohak is fine now, let's not talk about this for now." Leon nodded to her, feeling anxious.

The target has been found. Now nothing else matters. The most urgent thing is to evacuate immediately!

"Ms. Elena, find a ladder or something to stand on. I'll pull you up. Come with me and escape!"

My brother is still alive!

Lohak is alive!

That's great. That's great.
Knowing that her only relative was safe and sound, Elena choked to stop her tears and sniffed.

There's no better news than this.

This is enough
Elena nodded and wiped her eyes.

Raising her head again, she tried hard to smile at the brave boy on the wall, her brother's friend.

"Thank you for coming to tell me the news about Lohak, but it's impossible for me to leave."

Seeing the young man's surprised expression, the gentle lady forced herself to cheer up.

"Please go back safely and tell Lohak not to worry. I am living well here. No one beats or scolds me. I have enough food and warm clothes every day."

"Wait, wait a minute! What? Can't leave?" Leon frowned and interrupted the other person, his mind racing.

Although this lady is now wearing a beautiful dress made of luxurious fabrics, perhaps, as she said, she is well fed and well clothed and lives in extraordinary conditions in the Attias embassy.

But the other party was obviously not the kind of vain woman who was willing to abandon her relatives and become a slave.

"Tell me first, why can't you leave? Is there some big shot threatening you? Or what's going on?"

Leon realized that this woman must have encountered a predicament far beyond her own ability.

Hearing this question, Elena couldn't help but reveal a bitter expression.

Then she raised her chin and exposed her neck to the boy on the wall.

All I saw was a complex circle of crimson patterns, attached to Elena's neck like a tattoo.

Like a collar that fits snugly against the skin
(End of this chapter)