Knight with Wand

"You're welcome, my family can still afford these things to entertain friends~"

Olivia smiled and put her hands on her hips.

In the windmill, a dazzling array of food was laid out on the picnic mat spread out by the girl.

The three of Leon looked at each other somewhat flattered.

Today they got up very early as promised. Unexpectedly, not long after waiting, Olivia came to them with two large baskets. As soon as the girl entered the door, she got into a hurry and took out all kinds of household items from the baskets. gourmet food.

Milky white bread.

Freshly baked egg pie.

Cut the cured ham into sections.

Fragrant meat stew in a clay pot.

There are also various pastries that Leon cannot name.

For them, who have been savages for so long, the rich and delicious food in front of them constantly stimulates everyone's noses and taste buds.

"This is too troublesome for you. They are all freshly made." Lohak moved his throat and pursed his lips as he said in embarrassment.

"If you still think of me as a friend, don't be too outgoing. This is my farewell to you." The girl smoothed her skirt, sat down on her side with her knees on her knees, and waved to the three of them: "Sit down quickly, sit down quickly, let's eat together. Bar."

"Thank you for your kindness. It's better to obey orders than to be respectful." Leon thanked him gratefully and took the seat first. His stomach was already growling in protest.

Azarian also pulled Rohark, who was standing stupidly, to sit cross-legged: "Thank you for the hospitality."

"Try this. This is Aunt Miliya's craftsmanship. Her pastries are the most delicious in the village."

Olivia wrapped her favorite dessert in a napkin and distributed it to the three of them, and then they enjoyed it happily.

Leon stopped being polite and stuffed the cakes in his mouth that looked and smelled really good.

No wonder the blonde girl's cute face with a bulging mouth showed an expression full of happiness as soon as she entered.

Slightly sweet with a hint of fruity aroma, even with the experience of tasting various delicacies in his previous life, Leon could not find fault with this local specialty pastry.

This meal was particularly enjoyable both in terms of eating and chatting.

Taking into account Olivia's curiosity and interest in the outside world, in return, Leon searched through the memory of the original owner on the way and told the girl who had lived in the mountain village for a long time about the interesting things, customs and customs of the Kingdom of Serian.

These topics that can evoke homesickness, Rohark and Azerion have too much burden in their hearts, and the painful memories are still vivid in their minds. Naturally, only Leon, who is a foreign soul, can talk about and mention them without too much burden.

Along the way, from the Saint Sol Church that believes in the Holy Sun, to the salvation myth of the prophet Hilal, to the towering ancient temple of the Holy Sun Church, and countless pilgrim teams from the countries in the central continent, Leon said whatever he thought of What, one after another foreign stories coaxed Olivia, a country girl, to have her eyes light up and she was stunned for a while.

Unconsciously, it seemed that even the girl's position was getting closer.

Leon, who slowed down the topic a little, inadvertently glanced at the blond girl next to him who was listening to his bragging.

I don't know if it was the fragrance of the dessert or the good smell of the girl, but Leon's face was aroused.

To be honest, whether it was his previous life or the current life of the original owner, he had never experienced being looked at by a girl with such expectant and excited eyes.

In my previous life, I had all kinds of hobbies, including weapons and armor, horseback riding and archery, card games, animated novels, and all kinds of random hobbies. Although I am not the first brother, my personal leisure time after playing bricks is completely occupied by these various and extremely time-consuming interests. It's all filled up, and his lack of experience in interacting with women is unlike his age of three.

So now that he was getting closer to this beautiful girl, Leon couldn't help but feel a little bit excited in his heart.

It wasn't that he had any wrong thoughts, but he still secretly regretted it when he thought that he would leave tomorrow and it would be difficult to see this kind-hearted mountain village girl again in the future.

Who would refuse to get along with such a simple and beautiful girl?

Of course, if you really think so, those village gangsters who have been beaten since childhood may have something to say.

But Leon felt that as long as she was not a misbehaving person, this considerate girl would not show that majestic lion face.

After finishing the practical meal, several people took a short rest and came to the shade of the windmill tower again. They picked up the long sticks and continued to ask the powerful genius girl for martial arts lessons.

This time Olivia showed the Leon trio a technique she had recently created.

She calls it "cat spin."

Strictly speaking, this is not even swordsmanship, it can be applied to any weapon fighting.

According to the girl, this was a swordsmanship technique she was inspired to create when she accidentally observed a frightened cat turning around quickly.

It is designed to be able to quickly mobilize its body and move quickly in fierce melee.

Well, it sounds complicated.

But it’s actually more complicated to do.

Leon was very doubtful that he and others could get a preliminary understanding of the principles and usage of this technique in this short afternoon.

Time passes quietly in the explanation and practice, and the happy time is always short.

It's time to part again.

Thinking that these interesting friends would leave tomorrow and Selva would once again return to the calm and repetitive daily life of the farm, Olivia's face showed a little loneliness.

"We're leaving tomorrow, how about I go up and help you take the blanket and quilt home." Leon suggested.

"No, no, you can continue to use it tonight. Just roll it up and put it in the mill before leaving tomorrow. I will come and get it." The girl waved her hand.

After saying that, Olivia looked at them reluctantly: "If you have the opportunity to pass by Selva again in the future, remember to come to me to reminisce about the past. I promise that next time I will convince my father to really entertain you to our home."

"Well, I will come back to visit you after I have dealt with my own affairs in the future." Leon agreed happily.

"Me too, I will bring my sister with me after I rescue her." Lohak patted his chest and promised.

Azerien nodded: "I hope I will have the opportunity to invite you to our hometown in the future, and I will definitely treat you well then."

"Haha, then we have a deal." The girl agreed with relief.

Olivia carried the empty basket, walked to the front of the crowd, bowed, and softly offered a blessing to her friends: "God bless you, may you have a safe journey."

At midnight.

The entire Selva village was sleeping quietly, with only sporadic barking of dogs and chirping of insects embellishing the quiet night in the countryside.

The soft moonlight made the road barely discernible. A sneaky figure holding a small candlestick with a dim flame walked out of the village and stepped onto the northern hillside.

Boris came to the dilapidated abandoned windmill.

He cautiously came to the door and listened to the movement inside by the wooden door.

Nothing was gained. He did not hear the sound of deep sleep. Maybe the three people were not on the first floor.

He took out another key to the windmill from his arms, gently inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it carefully, trying to avoid making any sound.

Perhaps he had done this kind of evil thing more than once, and Boris's movements even seemed a little skillful.

He opened the door little by little, then raised the candlelight and looked inside. Sure enough, the first floor of the windmill was empty.

He tiptoed in.

Boris put the thick wet cloth he had prepared in advance on his face, and then held the candlestick and continued to walk quietly to the second floor.

Looking around, there was no one on the second floor.

Boris continued to walk to the third floor.

He poked his head out of the staircase entrance, peeked up, and finally saw the bed where three teenagers were sleeping.

Boris was happy, but he didn't go up.

Although he was angry about Olivia's indifference to him, he didn't completely disbelieve the girl's warning.

In any case, he was the only one who did it tonight. If he woke up these three escaped slaves, he would be outnumbered.

Fortunately, he only needed to outsmart them.

He took out the precious paper bag from his arms, poured the medicine block into the small incense burner he carried with him, and then lit it with a candle.

The strange burning smoke rose quietly in the dim sparks, and Boris quickly held his breath.

He had already tried the power of the drug bought from the mysterious man in the town. Even wrapping his mouth and nose with a wet cloth was not safe, so he didn't dare to try it again.

Pushing the incense burner in his hand as far as possible towards the bed, Boris retreated down the stairs and came to the lower floor, pressing the wet cloth on his face, and enduring a sinister smile.

He quietly waited for the incense of the drug to take effect on the upper floor.