Knight and Wand

Chapter 78 Taking the Blame
The afterglow of dusk burned the clouds a fiery red.

The wings soaring in the sky gradually fell from the sky.

First the hind hooves touched the ground, followed by the two front eagle claws.

The flapping wings folded, the elegant eagle head shook its feathers comfortably, and the ponytail behind it also swayed a few times.

The young man in a black robe holding a magic wand climbed off the back of the Hippogriff, holding onto the saddle.

He straightened his robe and looked towards the north, estimating the distance. He thought they should be not far from Western Port.

Having finally completed his mission and returned from the nomadic country of the barbarians in the south, he couldn't wait to meet his mentor as soon as possible to report his achievements.

However, after a long journey, both he and the eagle he was riding needed to rest for a night.

He took out a bottle containing spellcasting materials from his arms, shook off some dust that fell to the ground, then the man in black robe raised his hand and raised his staff, chanting a spell.

The staff with twisted branches and wrapped in crystals swung down and lightly tapped the powder on the ground.

There was a slight vibration in the air.

The magic power reacted along the constructed ritual and activated the small ball of material. The particles in the dust immediately glowed and instantly spread out from the center, forming a hazy warning line around it.

The fluorescent circle formed by the powder gradually faded away. The man made temporary warning measures and then walked to the side of the resting eagle and sat on the ground.

With his staff across his legs, he tried to meditate.

But perhaps because he was about to meet his long-lost mentor, the man was unable to calm down and rest.

Especially in my mind, the extremely annoying figure of the blond boy always flashed across my mind.

He is nothing but a lowly slave whose country and family have been destroyed.
He gritted his teeth as he thought of the guy who now occupied his former position.

After all, the mentor is not a real homosexual. Although the master-disciple relationship is still close after many years, the mentor no longer has any interest in him since he exceeded the age limit and his physical signs became more obvious.

It made him jealous of the blond boy's damn youthfulness.

"One day, sooner or later, you will lose the favor of your teacher. Sooner or later, I will kill you." He murmured and clenched the wand in his hand.

As the sun sets, night falls.

In the western port of Kantadar, inside the embassy of the Atiyas.

Leon tried hard to keep a calm expression, looking straight ahead, with a normal look in his eyes and no smile.

After changing into the "clothes" that Pirieno requested, Azerien huddled on the sofa, pulled the cloak wrapped around him, and looked helplessly at his partner who was pretending to be calm.

"You can laugh if you want to, but you have to swear not to tell anyone about what happened today!"

Azerien pulled his cloak tighter with embarrassment: "You have to keep this secret!"

He now understood why Corvis had wrapped himself tightly in a robe when he came to see them.

If anyone saw him in this outfit, Azerien would probably draw his sword and commit suicide immediately.

"I will never tell anyone else anything about today. This will be a secret more important than my life." Leon swore solemnly.

There's no way. The sacrifice I made today was really too great.

"Are you ready?" There was an urgent knock on the door from outside.

"Here I come." Leon responded, and then gave Azerien one last instruction: "As long as his head is stable in the patterned position on the door, you knock on the door three times, one lightly and two heavily. But remember, you must not stand up at that time to avoid accidental injury."

Azerien nodded heavily without saying a word, took a deep breath, and memorized this important code concerning his life and reputation.

They both stood up and opened the door.

The blond boy outside was also dressed like an exotic dancer.

At first glance, she really looks like a beautiful girl, but her ordinary breasts remind others of her real gender.

“Why don’t you cover it up?” Leon had to look away awkwardly.

It would be fine if I didn't know the other person's gender, but now that I know it's a boy, I really can't look at him.

"I can't find any reason to be ashamed in front of Pirenno. Besides, tonight may be the last time I wear this ridiculous outfit." Corvis said indifferently with his arms crossed.

After saying this the young man calmly turned around and led the way.

Leon did not go with them, allowing Azerian to go up the stairs with Corvis first.

After staying in front of the guest room door for several minutes, he calculated that the two were almost reaching the target room, then he fell behind and quickly caught up.

Even at night, the corridor on the second floor of the embassy is not dark.

The Atias people placed expensive chandeliers at intervals in the room, and the candles they used emitted much brighter light than the original owner had ever seen in his memory. It was extremely luxurious.

Leon went up to the second floor with light steps and hid in the corner.

When he heard the sound of Corvis and Azerien entering the target room and closing the door, he slipped out.

Walk to the target's door and make a hand seal.

Leon approached and drew his bow, aiming at the position of the head that corresponded to Pirineo's height.

"Ms. Lola, please help me kill with one strike!"

In his heart, he prayed nervously to the wizard lady.

All that could be heard from the outside was Piriano's disgusting laughter and subtle conversations. Not knowing what was happening behind the door, Leon patiently waited for his partner's signal to take action after luring the enemy.

Time seemed to suddenly become exceptionally long.

Fortunately, the other slaves had already been privately sent away by Corvis in the name of Piriano and were not allowed to approach.

According to Corvis, most of the other Atias mages in the embassy went east and were entering the territory of Serian with the Kantadar army.

The few people who did not go to Serian were also scattered around to carry out their missions.

The guards on duty outside the door did not dare to enter the embassy without permission.
No one here will disturb Leon's actions at this moment.

Thinking that these Atias people may have assisted the Kantadars in their invasion of Rolandar
Leon felt that he had finally found an opportunity to help the original owner of this body avenge his past and present grudges.
The moment he had been waiting for finally arrived. He only heard from behind the door:
—Boom! Bang! Bang!

One light and two heavy urgent knocks.

It's now!

Fleeting opportunities do not allow for hesitation.

The magic in the body immediately began to boil more intensely than last time.

It was almost as powerful as when it was first released.

The power gathered at the gap between the fingertips, and a dazzling arrow of light spiraled into shape.

Dragon が, my enemy を喰ら——! !

With a great sense of ritual and an unclear shout in his heart, Leon drew his sword back and shot out an arrow of light that broke through the air.

——Boom! The air exploded, and the candles in the corridor were blown out by the whistling air waves.

The trailing dazzling light instantly penetrated the wooden door of the bedroom.

The spiral trajectory shattered the wooden structure of the door, tearing apart everything in its path.

In just a moment, Leon caught a glimpse of Piriano's last astonished look through the gap in the crumbling wooden door.

And the light curtain on the surface of his body that did not have time to open.

The moment the light arrow touched his skin, there was a crisp sound like glass shattering under the weight.

Then, flesh and blood exploded.

The rotating force penetrated into Pirineo's face, lifting his head high up. The magic power crushed his flesh and bones, and blew the man's skull directly off.

Blood and brain matter suddenly splattered.

The remaining power of the light arrow smashed the target's head, and with the explosion, it plunged straight into the thick stone wall opposite the room.

The splattered blood almost dyed the faces of the two people next to him red.

The blond boy stared blankly at the dead man who had lost his head. For a moment, the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

Success! The powerful wizard who had imprisoned him for so many years died just like that.
Corvis turned his head and looked at the stone wall through which the spear of light pierced.

However, he did not expect that the projectile magic described by Leon before would have such amazing destructive power.

The spear of light completely pierced through the wall until it shot into the air in the courtyard, and the trail of light finally disappeared from the air with the wind.

The metal magic wand that suddenly appeared in Pirenno's raised right hand before his death did not have time to work before his body, with half of his head blown off, fell to the ground with a bang.

Leon outside the door only felt the familiar feeling of weakness coming over him.

His eyes went dark, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees, almost falling to the ground along with Piriano's body.

".Leon!!"

I could hear my companions calling me urgently, but I couldn't muster the energy to respond.

He realized that this time it seemed no less weak than the first time he tried to release the light arrow. Did Miss Lola increase the output power for him?
I'm about to faint again.

I hope Azerien and Corvis can carry me.

Leon's consciousness gradually blurred until...
A sense of full power slowly flows from the wrist to the whole body.

His spirits suddenly perked up and he opened his eyes that were almost closed.

He struggled to raise his head in surprise.

He saw the blond boy with blood all over his face and Pirillo's brain and flesh hanging in his hair, squatting in front of him.

The young man touched his forehead, where the one-eyed demon pattern was faintly visible, with one hand and grasped his wrist with the other.

The warm power in the body was transmitted from Corvis' hands.

Leon also noticed that the red magic pattern on the blond boy's neck faded to almost invisible, and seemed to be gradually disappearing.

I wonder if the spell on Lady Elena’s neck is the same.

".It's just a try. It seems that you can also accept the chaos magic. How about it? Can you stand up?" The blond boy smiled with relief, but his face was stained with blood, and his smile was really creepy.

"Uh, much better."

Feeling his strength restored, Leon grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand and used the force to support himself and stand up.

Not only is he much better, he also feels a lot lighter now.

"Good fellow, you can even recharge people's energy?" Leon shook his arms, and even felt that he could ask Miss Lola to help him with another shot at this moment.

"After all, I am a magic slave cultivated by Pilieno for so many years. Helping him replenish his magic power in emergencies is my most basic value." After dispelling the one-eyed magic pattern on his forehead, Corvis nodded thankfully: "But not all spellcasters can draw power from the spiritual world. It's good as long as you can bear it."

Azerien was relieved to see his companion recover. He grabbed the cloak he had just taken off, wiped the blood off his face, and urged the two of them: "Let's go quickly."

"I have something else to do. Take Elena and the others to the city wall and wait for me."

"All right." Azerien looked down at his disgraceful attire, and having no time to change, he wrapped himself in his cloak once more and hurried away, going downstairs to find Elena and the other slave girls who were now freed from their bonds.

Corvis turned aside and flipped over a chair.

He shook his fingers and cast a spell, using magic to pull off a chair leg.

Raising his hand, the boy turned the sharp end of the wooden chair leg over, and then came to Pirieno's body.

Controlling the wooden spike floating in front of him, Corvis stabbed it fiercely into the chest cavity of the corpse.

There was a crunching sound of flesh twisting.

After repeatedly crushing and destroying the opponent, and making sure that he had completely destroyed the opponent's heart and other magical organs, the young man dissipated the magic of manipulating objects.

"Do we need to be so cautious?" Leon was a little surprised as he watched Corvis finish off the corpse.

"Well, I'll destroy all his organs, so even if he wants to summon a spirit he won't be able to do it. The safest thing to do is to burn his body, but that will attract the guards, so let's just do that for now." Corvis replied.

That's right, there are still undead in this world after all. Leon thought, and looked at the metal staff held in the corpse's hand.

To be honest, he didn't leave because he wanted to touch the corpse.

The wand was ornately carved, with a pair of open wings shaped on the top and a large red crystal embedded in the wings.

It certainly looks like a treasure of great value.

In line with the principle that a thief never leaves empty-handed, Leon asked the boy who was about to leave the room, "You're not going to take his staff?"

Corvis reached out to stop Leon: "It's best not to touch Pilieno's personal belongings. Who knows if this guy set traps on them when he was alive."

Hearing this warning, Leon withdrew his hand regretfully.

I thought I could get this old bastard's equipment.

"Don't worry, there are things more valuable than that. I have already prepared the necessary items for escape. You can just help me get them." Corvis pulled Leon and ran out of the bedroom quickly.

Following the blond boy, the two ran to a room not far from Pirieno's bedroom.

Leon watched as Corvis drew a few marks in front of the door. There was a flickering light on the door, as if some restriction had been lifted, and then it was pushed open.

As you step inside, all you see are a dazzling array of strange objects, various bottles and jars, exquisite instruments, and shelves full of unknown materials and decorations.

This could be a wizard's workshop.

Corvis picked up the towel on the table to wipe the blood off his head, picked up something from the table and threw it to Leon at the door: "Next."

Leon stretched out his hand and caught it, then took a closer look. It turned out to be an egg?
In his hand was a large, hard egg, about the size of an ostrich egg, with a circle of golden raised patterns on the surface that was either glued on or inlaid.

"You can't touch that staff, but I'll give you this griffin egg. It's probably the most valuable thing here."

As Corvis spoke, he worked tirelessly to take out the bag he had prepared in advance from the cabinet, and tied a light sword engraved with runes and a belt to his waist.

"Griffin eggs?"

"Two months ago, that guy and several mages teamed up to hunt a nest of griffins. This is the harvest given to Pilieno. I have been keeping it under my care, and nothing has been done to it."

After explaining, Corvis shouldered his not-so-big package, then left the workshop with Leon, went downstairs and headed out of the courtyard.

Leon ran after him, lowering his head and turning the treasure in his hand.

Two months ago.

Griffin Egg.

Mage Atias.

Such a coincidence?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Could this thing in my hand be the Death Claw brother's child?

Without waiting for further thought, they ran to the base of the wall where the warning magic was ineffective.

Azerien has already brought Ms. Elena here to wait.

"Corvis! I just stayed in the room for a while, and when I went out I couldn't find Martha and the others. Did you see where they went?" Elena saw the blond boy and asked him anxiously.

"They're not in the room? Didn't I tell them to stay in the room and wait tonight!?"

Corvis couldn't help but frown.

According to the original plan, if Pirenno was killed successfully and the blood oath curse was no longer restraining them, Elena should have been the one to notify those people to escape together.

"Elena and I looked around and found no trace of other slaves." Azerien said helplessly.

The female slaves who were supposed to be rescued had all disappeared. But they didn't have time to waste any more time looking for them.

Several people spoke to comfort the worried Elena.

Fortunately, this lady is not someone who does not know her priorities.

This was a critical moment concerning everyone's life and death, so she had no choice but to suppress her worries about those people again in her heart.

Corvis cast a spell and manipulated the rope to loop around the battlements on top of the wall, allowing everyone to climb up the wall one by one.

It was dark at night, but the blond boy was prepared.

He drew the rune sword from his waist as a medium for casting spells, and bright fluorescence immediately appeared from the blade.

Leaning out from the outer wall, he waved his hand to control the sword to fall, illuminating the secret escape passage below.

With the help of the light, several people once again used ropes and the footholds on the outer wall to slowly land on the small plank road on the edge of the cliff.

Holding hands and moving forward close to the rock wall, the four of them finally disappeared into the night.

It was shortly after the few people had just left along the winding cliff path.

An inconspicuous small boat slowly sailed out from a hidden sea cave under the cliff facing the sea in the north.

The poet lying on the bow touched the feather hat covering his face with his fingertips. He turned his head and looked into the distance into the night with interest.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and see the shallows behind the distant reefs.

".Haha, I always help others to take the blame. This time someone helped me to take the blame. That's great~"

Hearing this, Larian, who was paddling at the stern, couldn't help but look up.

The young knight with a long sword on his waist looked at the poet on the bow with the help of the lantern hanging on the mast, and then looked at the beautiful girls crowded together in the cabin with a confused look on his face.

It was obvious that they were also curled up and at a loss.

Larian swore that he only recognized his beloved Miss Margarina.

As for the other ladies, I really don’t know where the kind poet brought them from.

"Cheer up~, Larian. Isn't saving a lady in distress the most glorious deed for a knight? And don't you feel happy to be surrounded by so many beautiful girls?" The bard turned around and teased in a nonchalant manner.

Larian didn't dare to nod his head to this. Looking at his lover's unfriendly look with his lovely eyes narrowed, he could only shake his head to show his loyalty and sneered at his lover.

(End of this chapter)